How to rule a king

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Alexei:

As we walked towards my private quarters I felt Ronja's hand shaking in mine. Smirking I couldn't keep my thoughts from wandering.

She is afraid of what I am going to do.

Maybe she should be. It would be so easy to throw her against a wall and just take her. Hard and fast. Just like I had done it with all the women before. How they got off at being hurt I never understood. I knew the rush hurting others could bring. I even understood the high that some experienced from spanking or the use of handcuffs. But getting off at rape-like sex was a mystery to me. Yet it was the type of sex women begged me for.

One day when I had still been something between a boy and man, Mikhailovich had taken me to one of the clubs owned by him. I couldn't remember much from that day besides leaving with a lady of easy virtue and letting her feel my piled up anger. Returning back to Mikhailovich I had been cheered at, higher ups clapping my back congratulating me about something I had no knowledge of. Apparently she had liked it enough to tell her friends back at the establishment. They had again whispered into their clients' ears about a man-child with the skill to make a woman climax multiple times. I honestly had no fucking clue what they were talking about. The only thing i had cared about was these women calling me a man-child. Such an insult.

Until now sex had always been about me. I didn't give two fucks whether the girl beneath me got off or not. I needed a release. There was no space for love-making, cuddling or talking afterwards.

And now I am about to bed a virgin. Great.

If I had the choice before I always preferred them less experienced. Less used. It made things a little bit more interesting.

Maybe I should get my wife a schoolgirl outfit. She looks young enough to pass as one.

When my thoughts trailed to the many years she was younger than me I suddenly realized I had forgotten to ask her about her birthday as I tried to recall the things she let me in on during our little questioning game. Green. Her favorite color was green. Not any hue of green. She liked the emerald green of a fir tree needles. The same green her eyes were. beautiful large emeralds in a face innocent enough to have her get away with murder. She also told me always wanted to travel around the world, to meet new cultures, to see new places, to meet other people, to try new food, but was terribly afraid to be alone a hotel room.

Who wouldn't after being kidnapped from one as a child.

She hadn't wanted to talk about her family. At all. Every time one of my questions had as far as aimed in that specific topic she would answer with: "The past is in the past.

Back then I didn't mind, after all it meant my past would stay hidden too. Now, however, I regretted it. I was about to take a woman to bed I knew nothing about.

As if I had known anything about the whores I had bedded.

No, this was different. I had every intention on only sleeping next to my wife and not sleeping with her. Not yet. Somehow I didn't want her to be afraid of me when I took that part from her. And that thought scared me more than the fact that I would spent the night just sleeping next to a woman for the first time of my life.

I stopped in front of a set of metal covered double doors with a keypad on their right side. After pushing in a six-digit-code the doors parted with hardly any noise revealing the place I liked to call home. Even if it hardly ever felt like it. I felt Ronja letting go of my hand to step towards the ceiling high glass front allowing her to overlook the snow covered Siberian woods from a dizzying height. After a couple of minutes she tore her gaze away from the outside to let her eyes wander around the room. I suddenly felt self-concessions. The room nearly seemed to scream out minimalist lifestyle. Instead of those fluffy red baroque settees I had seen all over her old home, this room spotted two dark black leather couches facing each other with a small black art nouveau table standing between them. Following the dark tiles to the left side of the room my eyes fixed on my bar holding some of the most expensive beverages one could buy.