29.Sep.19, 09:40 PM
“Everything, including life, is a game. Some have better rewards and some have more severe consequences for the loser,” Azrin continued to somewhat explain what he was up to even while one hand worked at the ties of his pants. He wasn’t going to give Casa every detail, at least not yet and perhaps maybe never, but she did need to know some of the rules. “I’m going to teach you how to play some of those games and teach you ways to ensure you win them,” he promised as he bent her over the desk and guided himself home.
It was a hard and dirty fuck like their first time in the tiny back room of a shop, serving as a reminder of what she had missed out on during her time of living with a loss of an important game. Even still, he wasn’t entirely selfish and worked her over until she climaxed before taking his own pleasure. Once satisfied, he guided her back down into her chair, handing over the glass of scotch that somehow survived the racket on the desk it had been sitting on.
Azrin tidied himself back up and went to fetch his own glass before returning to the couch, sinking into it with a sigh of contentment. He needed that. He loved his wife and they had sex regularly, but he’d never treat her the way he did any of his lovers. And lovers? Not too many of those in Ista. He knew to be careful and didn’t sleep with every woman he crossed paths with. So it had been a while since he gave it like that to a woman and as he studied Casa in her afterglow, Azrin suspected there would be a proper trip to her bed before he left that evening.
“Weyrwoman is years away,” Azrin returned to her initial point about possibly not wanting the job. He understood that, considering he no longer wanted the job of Lord Holder, but it wasn’t like she’d be doing much with that title anyway. And that was the point. He would train her in the ways of leading without leading; letting her Weyrleader think ideas were his own and how to get what she wanted while being all but ignored. He wasn’t from a Weyr but he was learning enough to know how things worked and that they weren’t all that different from a Hold.
“First we’ll work on simply having fun with stuffy Lords that aren’t playing nice while continuing our studies.” He took a sip of the scotch, savouring the rich taste as he held it in his mouth a moment before swallowing. “I have a couple of concoctions you might enjoy as well as a new tome on Ista for you to borrow.” He waved absently to his bag that still housed the book of older information on the families that ran Ista Hold and the history. Most of it was rather dry but it had some good tidbits that would be of interest to his little protégé.
It was a hard and dirty fuck like their first time in the tiny back room of a shop, serving as a reminder of what she had missed out on during her time of living with a loss of an important game. Even still, he wasn’t entirely selfish and worked her over until she climaxed before taking his own pleasure. Once satisfied, he guided her back down into her chair, handing over the glass of scotch that somehow survived the racket on the desk it had been sitting on.
Azrin tidied himself back up and went to fetch his own glass before returning to the couch, sinking into it with a sigh of contentment. He needed that. He loved his wife and they had sex regularly, but he’d never treat her the way he did any of his lovers. And lovers? Not too many of those in Ista. He knew to be careful and didn’t sleep with every woman he crossed paths with. So it had been a while since he gave it like that to a woman and as he studied Casa in her afterglow, Azrin suspected there would be a proper trip to her bed before he left that evening.
“Weyrwoman is years away,” Azrin returned to her initial point about possibly not wanting the job. He understood that, considering he no longer wanted the job of Lord Holder, but it wasn’t like she’d be doing much with that title anyway. And that was the point. He would train her in the ways of leading without leading; letting her Weyrleader think ideas were his own and how to get what she wanted while being all but ignored. He wasn’t from a Weyr but he was learning enough to know how things worked and that they weren’t all that different from a Hold.
“First we’ll work on simply having fun with stuffy Lords that aren’t playing nice while continuing our studies.” He took a sip of the scotch, savouring the rich taste as he held it in his mouth a moment before swallowing. “I have a couple of concoctions you might enjoy as well as a new tome on Ista for you to borrow.” He waved absently to his bag that still housed the book of older information on the families that ran Ista Hold and the history. Most of it was rather dry but it had some good tidbits that would be of interest to his little protégé.