imagine being the husband of a king, his glorified little toy. you’ll wear the finest silks and fluttery clothes that cascade down around you, with deep thigh slits to remind him what awaits in his bed when he’s done with today’s business.
it’s rare, though, that he actually waits until the end of the day. often, he’ll sneak off during his scheduled lunch hour and find you, taking you against a wall in some hallway that he knows the staff never uses, leaving you whining and dripping his cum while he goes about the rest of the day.
and at night, when he finally can tear himself away from the paperwork, he’ll find you in your shared bed, lay down with you, and lay his head on your chest. you’ll run your hands through his hair as he unwinds by telling you of the stresses he faces, absentmindedly straightening your silks as he does.
soon enough he’ll be perfectly relaxed, and your hands in his hair will have him slowly rutting himself against your leg, which has you whimpering and spreading for him. and well, he’s had such a hard day, you may as well flare your soft silts and satins over his hips while you ride him to truly take all of his stresses away.
