Bound And Initiated
““Any more questions?”
As Sarah looked up at him, he could practically see her mind working to try to encapsulate hundreds of questions into one larger one. She said, “What can you tell me about the civilization-saving thing?”
Robert smiled, realizing that he had probably smiled more that night already than he had in the previous month. “We’ll play a little game now, Sarah,” he said. He moved to the middle of the room and picked up the kneeling bolster from between the binding columns. He brought it to the man’s throne that stood against the left wall and laid it in front of the massive seat, carved of oak that had seen service in Nelson’s flagship, the Victory. He turned and sat upon the red cushion that adorned the throne’s seat, embroidered, like the napkins, with Mithras’ M. He fixed his eyes again upon Sarah’s; the girl had begun to bite her lip again, adorably, clearly understanding exactly what the most important rule of the game would be: Sarah sucks her pater’s cock.
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