Zara's POV
"Yeah, so what? I'm in my own home, and I can do whatever I want," I declare, shifting comfortably on the bed.
"Hmm, I see. Well, tell me what it is you are thinking of, princess, cause I know you can't be naked right now and do nothing... maybe release a bit of steam; I can help you with that; you just have to ask," he proudly says like it was the most normal thing.
I went silent for a while, instantly reminiscing about how well he had me that night; he was certainly a very capable man.
"no, I'm okay; I don't need your help in relieving my stress, Zen..." I lied, my heart thumping loudly in my chest as I felt my nipples grow hard
"the way you are breathing, says the other princess...don't fight it," he lowly states as the line goes quiet.
My room is light, dim, and warm, with my music player softly playing in the corner. I had no idea when I had switched it on it seems I had unconsciously put it on when I was gossiping with Amy
