Running The World With You

Shower with your clothes on

Lucius POV-

Kitten looks uncomfortable as I open the door to my room. My dad must have made her scared. I don't blame her. That fucker is the reason I'm such an asshole.

My room has gray walls and a giant mahogany canopy bed. Kitten nervously wanders through the room, and goes into the bathroom.

I stare at my bed. I've never had any women in my bed. I would always fuck them in another bedroom. I didn't let anyone get into my life. Now, my future wife is poking around in my bathroom. Funny how things change.

I see her admire the French architecture. Unlike the outside, the inside has a very modern European feel.

"You have a very nice room." She compliments. I stare into her big brown eyes. God, she's so innocent.

"Thank you. Your luggage should be here soon." I say. Why would I say that? Whatever.

She walks past me, letting a little bit of her ass brush up against me accidentally. Oh, that ass. I can't believe she hasn't brought up that night yet.

I've been picturing it every night. Her moans, her begs, her pussy dripping, fuck. She's doing things to me and I don't like it. I need to pound her until it hurts. That'll fix my problem.

I won't though. Not until she's begging for me.

"S-so, I'll sleep on the couch." She stammers. Oh no she won't. She's sleeping in bed with me. She's not going to sleep on my couch.

"No. Your sleeping on the bed. I can keep my hands to myself kitten." I say. She needs to learn I'm not gonna hurt her unless she pisses me off. Even then it's hard to hurt her.

"But-but I" she stammers. I walk closer to her and she shuts up.

"Stop. You know how much I don't like when you talk back. Now, how about we go play some golf, hm?" I mutter into her ear. We are nearly pressed together.

"S-sure." She stutters. I take a step back and put my finger on her jaw, making her flinch.

"The maids left you some things to wear. No doubt you'll find a tank top and skirt. I don't mind if it's flashy, it's only going to be us." I say, trailing my finger along her jawline. Her eyes flick up at mine. She looks terrified. I smirk and walk into my closet.

This is going to be fun.

****

I walk out on the green with Amora. My father had an entire golf course put in when my Grandfather retired, and I've played almost every day since then.

"You play before?" I ask. She shakes her head no. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, making me notice a small tattoo of a pawn chess piece behind her ear. Hm, I wonder when she got it.

Her cute little tennis skirt and Nike tank top accent her curves. Her ass is nearly on display, but the shorts underneath cover everything.

Damnit.

We reach the first hole and I hand her a club.

"Im left handed." She says. Fuck. Why didn't she tell me this earlier?

"And you didn't think to tell me that sooner? Fucking Christ." I grab my phone from my pocket and call Ruby, the cart girl.

Ruby is young. She's 18. She's one of the cook's daughters. Ever since she was hired, she's had the biggest crush on me. She has a killer body, but I'm not into children. Kitten is different, she's a princess and has adult responsibilities. Ruby is just a child.

"Ruby, I need you to get some leftie clubs and bring them to hole 1. Make it snappy." Kitten looks up at me.

"Ok!" She hums. I hang up.

"Who's Ruby?" Kitten asks.

"Beverage girl." Kitten raises an eyebrow at me. Is she jealous? Is my little kitten jealous?

"Little jealous, huh kitten?" I laugh. She glares at me.

"Am not. I just don't see why you need that." She says, annoyed. I'm going to toy with her.

"Oh you know. She attends to my every. Need." I say in a dramatic tone. I can see her face go red. This is fun.

"Oh really? So you don't play golf? You just find some slut to put your balls in?" She jokes. With any other person, they would have been berated on the spot for talking that way to me. But I don't mind with Kitten. It gets me riled up.

"You shouldn't talk like that. Unless you want a repeat of that night." I hiss. I can hear the golf cart coming up the hill. I flick my eyes over to kitten, who's cheeks are bright red. Perfect.

Ruby steps out of the cart and grabs a thing of clubs from the back. I grab them from her while she bows.

"Your majesty." She says. I love when people say that. Makes me feel in control.

"Any drinks while I'm here?" Ruby asks. She's wearing a crop top that only covers her gigantic boobs and some booty shorts. Can she not dress like a slut in the job.

"Rum with coke. I need something strong to forget your slutty 'work' attire." I hiss. Her cheeks flash red.

"W-water please." I hear kitten say. I walk over to her and snake my arm around her waist. She wiggles under me.

"Come on, I know you want something stronger." I purr. She opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it.

"I'll have a Stella." Kitten yells. That's the Amora I know.

Ruby gives us our drinks and essentially shoves her boobs in my face.

"You can leave." I demand. She gives me a look and hops back on the cart and drives away. She left a cooler of beer with us.

"First hole, shall we?" I ask. She nods and we pick up our clubs. Let the game begin.

***

"You did not beat me! You cheatedddd." Kitten whines. I'm practically dragging her up the stairs.

"Can't hold your alcohol very well kitten?" I tut. She's such a lightweight. She only had three beers and she's drunk.

"I can! I'm just happyyy. Your cuteee you knowww. Golffff boyyyy." She slurs. I crack a smile. I think she thinks I'm a lot more than cute.

"Ok drunk Amora. Time to go shower." I guide her to the bathroom and turn to leave.

"Stoppp, I need to ask you a very cool question." Hmm.

"Sure. What's your cool question?"

"Why do you humiliate me? Why do you make me feel l-like nothingg?" She begins to cry. Shit.

"Because you don't behave. Now take a shower little girl before I lose my patience." I say. Her words annoy me. I don't humiliate her, she humiliates herself.

"How do I know you won't look?" She pouts. I was planning on peeking, but I won't.

"Shower with your clothes on. Then I won't be able to see you. Now take a shower little girl." I leave the bathroom. One day and she's already getting on my nerves.

I won't do what I planned for tonight. But tomorrow, she's getting no mercy.