While Aldoron had been in the Mistress’ sparse salon and library, he had never seen the bedroom before. So it was to his shock and surprise that the bedroom was very spacious and comfortable. The Mistress’ private library was on the west wall, along with a well stocked bar and an overstuffed red leather couch. The east portion of the room contained an ornate oak writing desk stocked with plenty of parchment, notebooks, copy paper, pens, maps, pencils, and quills.
But what drew Aldoron’s attention immediately was the California King bed in the center of the room on a slightly raised dais. The bed had luscious red silk sheets with a large red and white lace and silk curtains and canopy surrounding it. Reichan whispers to Aldoron, “Why don’t you get us a drink?” The young man nods and goes to the bar, fixing two vodka blushes, having remembered how to make them after serving as host for many of the Mistress’ parties. He turns back to the bed…to see Reichan on the bed, her sweaty smoldering body slightly obscured by the white curtains as she purrs, her legs open slightly as she lightly pleasures herself.
She motions Aldoron over, taking the glasses and summoning a small yellow pill which she drops into one of the glasses. As she hands the tainted glass to Aldoron, she breathes, “It’s an enhancer so you can keep up with me…at least until our appetites are a bit more…in sync…” With that she downs her goblet and tosses it away, the glass shattering on the dark wooden floor as she removes Aldoron’s robes, freeing his manhood so she can cup it into her hands, slowly pulling it to her mouth as she pushes Aldoron on his back. |