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He leaned back, enjoying her teasing strokes for a moment, and trading his own in kind. He curled his fingers within her, catching another moan with his mouth, and letting out a husky growl of his own. He licked his lips. What he wanted was his wife, here and now, on her knees in front of him. Though, he would not debase her as such. A bit of playful frolic was one thing but the queen could not be caught under the breakfast table trading favors like some common party whore. Still, it was clear to him by the glint in here eye that neither of them would be satisfied with a few simple strokes. He kissed her once more, tugging her lips playfully with his teeth as he pulled away, and slid his hand free from her depths. Game perhaps--one they had played many times before.

"What I want, my Queen, is your unabashed and unwavering obedience."