Cooking the Books

The day he choses to have any biological children of his own, well, let's say that child will never have a worry in this world. Their infant sibling would be protected, loved. And raised in such a way that they'd never know that their family was full of assassins and killers, the torture they had all endured to twist their senses into that of loyalty and obedience. Bean, was already going to grow up cherished and loved beyond measure by more than one murderer, it was only fitting that as the next generations of their family came about that the Old Guard protect them with the same ferocity that they protected one another. Absently, he wiped the cookie crumbs, cream, and spit on his pant leg, from where Annie had finished the cookie bit, not even paying attention to the fact he had just ruined the velvet -- it would be replaced, and his niece was worth every penny.

It would make it easier for me to take Annie on overnights when you need time alone with your spouse. It sounds as if you could use it here and there, and even if you did bring back the slaves that Tilani trusts, I don't trust them to keep a good enough eye on Bean. So that was settled, he would be taking possession of the house next door. It was no secret that the two of them were like siblings, among the upper echelons of society. The left and right hands of the Eye, he'd heard whispered in the past in the hallways of the Palace. And being out in the townhome would get him away from Seraphine. He would be able to breathe, and Mal would too, knowing that if Malik ever succumbed to the curse, Ella would be there to end him without a second thought. If he would be allowed the place to be outside of the Eye, it would be there. And now the plan was set in motion.

So, you refuse to have sex, but won't have sex to refigure out what you actually like. Ella, this may be quite simply a case of fucking your wife, and if not your wife, taking a lover to figure it out. You can always pay a whore to eat your cunt, just like I pay one to suck my cock when the need comes about. Male, female, a mouth is a mouth, and it's the one way to ensure no extra little Beans start baking anywhere in the mean time. But then there was the part about not knowing if she wanted Annie, and something inside him ... raged.

Slow, liquid heat in his veins that Annie would be called just a part of the cover, but he let none of that show, another plan in motion now, throwing away every bit of the rest of it. Sari, come here. I need you to pack all of Mistress Annie's sundries, toys, bottles and everything I will need to watch her for the week, pack your own things too, you'll be coming with me to the Palace for the week. Mistress Ella and her wife are going to go on a vacation of which they are not to be bothered. The elderly slave came into the doorway, and nodded along with Malik, before looking to Ella -- after all, Master Malik was ... yes family, but Mistress Ella was the Lady of the house, and her word was law. Malik noticed his hesitation and then looked pointedly to Ella. I'll get father involved if I have too. Besides, you can't continue on like this, and it'll be good for me to take time with Annie, him too. And you know Deme will delight in having her around between office hours.

Sari hesitated, and then regardless of what Ella indicated, went off to do the packing. Things could be unpacked later if a different decision was made, and the air in that room was enough to make Sari want to flee the entire townhome.

@Novella Tilani