“No. Not a child. A young person’s book. An introduction to larger words,” Klyn said with a smile as he flipped through the book. “I found three other books that aresimilar.”
“Wonderful, you found children’sbooks.”
Klyn looked up from the book andsighed.
“My Queen, these are not for a child, but a young person. These are for Sean.” Klyn smiled and went back to the book. He had only been looking at it for a few moments when he looked at Kamara. “Sean is learning how to read. Each night he practices, but he is easily frustrated with my books. These books will help solidify his foundation.” Klyn just then noticed we had been eating sugared bread. “You both already gotbread?”
“Sorry, Klyn, you spent too much time in the bookshop,” Iteased.
“I will get my own sugared bread,” he replied and got up from thetable.
“Sean cannot read?” Kamara askedme.
“No, but as Klyn said, he is learning,” I proudlysaid.
“Klyn getting books to help that young man makes Klyn even more fuckable,” Kamara said under herbreath.
“What about ax man?” I asked playfully. “Which would you rather have buried in your pussy: Klyn, or the axman?”
Kamara eyed the back of Klyn and then turned her head to look at the axman.
“You can take ax man and his large bulge, I will keep the Knight. Besides, your Knight has a very large bulge as well,” Kamara said under herbreath.
Both of us laughed until Klyn came back to the table with his sugaredbread.
“What are you ladies laughing about?” Klyn asked as he began eating thebread.
“We are watching that man across the way and the large bulge in his trousers,” Kamaraadmitted.
Klyn narrowed his eyes and looked out the window at the man on the other side of the cobblestone. He made a few comments about how the man’s trousers were his bestasset.
“Alright,” Klyn said as he stood and stretched. “Brookhaven is known for having the very best bathhouse in all of Dreyle. Before we begin our journey back to Drishane, I would like to relax in the sauna. Are you ladies coming?” Klynasked.
“I would not miss it for the world,” Kamara said with her eyebrow arched. “Coming with us, Octavia?” Kamara asked in her sultrytone.
“Now that you mention it, I think I will come along for a massage. I had a rigorous visit from Ethan this morning and after the long carriage ride, my body could use a massage,” Iagreed.
We headed to the gray building a short distance away from the bakery. The architecture was beautiful. Though the building was glassless, there were small cutouts near the roof that gave it an open and airy feel. Steam crept from these cutouts. Leafy ivy climbed the stone walls and surrounded the cutouts that the steam spilledfrom.
The inside of the bathhouse was even more beautiful than the exterior…and very humid. We were greeted immediately, and they asked us what services or activities we were interestedin.
“I would just like to sit in the sauna. But I think the ladies might be interested in massages,” Klyn spokeup.
“A massage would be nice, but I would also adore time in the sauna,” Kamara spokeup.
“I will just take the massage, please,” I confirmed. I hated humidity and wanted to avoid excessive amounts of it whenpossible.
Kamara and I followed a woman down a corridor and into a changing room. Neither of us were bashful about being naked, especially in one another’s presence. We both followed what seemed to be protocol and slipped the short silk robes on before we followed the woman down another corridor with rooms on either side. Many rooms were empty, but some were occupied. The empty rooms had either a man or woman from the staff standing in front ofit.
“Ladies, you may select which rooms you would like. After your massage, please enjoy some tea in our relaxation lobby,” the woman who had escorted usinstructed.
With a smile she left us alone to select the person who would rub usdown.
“Octavia, look at the big brute on the left,” Kamara said under herbreath.
I spotted the burly man she had referred to and decided on him. He had large hands and corded forearms. I knew he would be able to carry out a wonderful massage. As I picked my room, Kamara slipped into a room with awoman.
Once in my room, I disrobed and laid face down on the table and folded my arms for my head to rest on. The man was quiet and worked a warm oil into my skin that felt divine. As his hands kneaded along my upper arms and back, every now and then his fingertips would brush along my breasts. Excitement began to pool between my legs as this stranger’s hands had me feelingneedy.
