“I imagine him with you, castle hands, castle maids, groundskeepers, stable hands, Michan, this sexy little nymph in the kitchenstaff—”
“Michan?” Kamara interrupted. “Your gentleman,Michan?”
“The very one,” I confirmed. “Trust me, Kamara, it is a very taboo set of fantasies. I even twist some of the things you tell me that you do withhim.”
We looked at one another and laughed quietly as to not disturb others in the shop or drawattention.
“I would kill to live in your shoes for a day. Those handsome, hard-bodied gentlemen at your beck and call, literally. Some little kitchen woman who waits to be asked to devour your pussy. If that is not enough, you have a beast of a Knight roaming about thecastle.”
“It is hard being the Queen,” Iteased.
“Yes, it sounds dreadful,” she said sarcastically as I paid for thepurchases.
“Good Lord!” the small woman behind the table said as she examined the coins I dropped into her hand. “Is…is this real? Are these real Royal Darick coins?” sheasked.
“Indeed, they are,” I said with a smile. “Thank you for the creams and bath tonic. I adoresandalwood.”
“You are most welcome. Please come back anytime,” she said with a smile and sparkle in hereye.
We walked to the bakery that Klyn asked us to meet him at. Kamara and I each got a slice of sugared bread and some tea while wewaited.
“Oh, Octavia, look at that one,” Kamara whispered just before she took a sip from hercharger.
I slowly looked in the direction she had been looking. Just outside and across the cobblestone path, there was a handsome young man chopping wood. One piece of wood became two as the man sliced the wood with his ax. Kamara and I sat quietly and watched as his chest muscles came into perfect view each time he raised the ax over his head. With my hyper vision, I could see his muscles flex along his stomach. Each time he brought the ax above his head, the fabric from his trousers clung to a long bulge in hispants.
“Look at his chest hair, Octavia. Would you not love to run your hands through that?” Kamarateased.
“My hands?” I laughed and took a bite of my sugared bread, “How about mytongue?”
“Do you see that bulge? Bloody hell, I would let him call the shots. Lord. I would take him upstairs to my shop, lie on the featherbed and tell him to do with me as he pleased,” Kamara sipped her tea while we continued to gaze at the man with the ax. “Your Knight though, Octavia, he is the only man that I have ever let have the upper hand in bed with me,” Kamaraadmitted.
“Suddenly submissive, are we?” I raised my eyebrow and looked atKamara.
“Can you look me in the eye, Octavia, and tell me that you would not love for that ax man to take control?” Kamara sipped her teaagain.
The ax man did look rather handsome. That body andbulge.
“I know you adore those young gentlemen you have, but Lord, would you not like to be taken hard by an older man?” she asked. “That Knight of yours is such a controlledbeast.”
“I am two hundred and nineteen, Kamara,” I laughed but continued to look at thatman.
“You do not look a moment over the thirty years old that you were when you stoppedaging.”
“That man is not more than twenty-five orso.”
“That is older than those handsome hairless gentlemen you have at thecastle.”
“They are not all hairless. Liam and Michan both have chest hair. Ethan is starting to get some. None on Seanyet.”
“They are delightful young men, Octavia. But would you not love to be taken roughly by a beast of aman?”
I had not answered but continued to stare at the ax man’s bulge. Klyn had entered the bakery and sat down next to Kamara with an arm full ofbooks.
“Well, did you find enough?” I askedhim.
“I did, yes. Look at this,” Klyn said as he opened a book and turned it around for me to see. It appeared to be a child’s book. “It is a young person’s book—” Klyn proudlysaid.
“A child’s book?” Iasked.
