Dirty little secret

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"Really now?" Mariska asked, biting her lip.

"Yeah, day one...." I said. She looked at me, I couldn't read her expression. Everything had happened so quickly. I mean, I knew she didn't hate me, but wow. "So... What comes after this?"

Mariska took my hand into hers. Giving me an answer that made this whole fantasy come to life. "Whatever you want..."

"How about we try this out, you know? Just to see how it goes, but I want this to go somewhere."

"Sounds good to me," Mariska smiled, kissing me hand with her soft lips. I brought her lips to mine in a slow kiss, taking in the moment before it ended. She pulled away and fell back against her pillows, inviting me to lie down with her.

I resting my head against her shoulder. She kissed my forehead, reminding me of how I did that only yesterday. "Mistress?"

"Call me Mariska."

"Okay, Mariska?"

"Yes, darling?" She whispered against my hair.

"What are you going to do if Chris finds out?"

She turned on her side, looking at me, "Dot worry about him. He might think he owns me, but he doesn't. Besides, you can take him down."

"What about the maids?"

"Fuck the maids! Don't actually do that though, save that for later. I don't know?"

"Can we just tell them?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"I'm the Queen, dammit!"

"Then, why does that matter?"

"Because queens are meant to have a king!"

"Can't you change it up? Have a woman beside you?"

"I can't have that..."

"Then they don't have to know."

"What are you implying, my dear?"

"That I'll be unknown to anyone."

"I guess you'll be my dirty little secret..."

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