Master of Minds, Master of Me

When all the work is done, I open the window and jump down from my office. She smiles as I approach her, and I do the same.

“So how was the book this time?” I ask teasingly.

“Well, it has a Prince in it.” She looks back at me just as teasingly as I sit next to her.

“A Prince? Is he charming?”

She pretends to think for a while. “Well, he did make his woman come, so I think he is pretty charming.”

What a sly pretty flower. I’m pretty sure there is no novel with sex included in the Royal Library, so she is just playing her teasing game. She really has not been pleased about my “no coming” rule. And I have to say, this past week she has been so hard to resist, since she acts so seductively all the time. Honestly, I’m pretty close to cracking at any moment.

“His woman? I’m pretty sure you mean his wife,” I correct.

“They are not married,” she tries to argue far too confidently.

“Sorry to ruin your act, but I have read that book. I know it’s about the enemy nation’s Princess who is forced to marry a Prince. They see each other for the first time at the altar, so they are definitely married.”

She narrows her eyes at me, then exhales heavily, acting all disappointed.

“That’s true. But I know that he would take her even without the marriage. He is clearly a gentleman, after all.”

“Oh? Are you saying I’m not?”

“I’m pretty sure teasing and tormenting someone is not considered charming.”

“Teasing and tormenting? I think you are the one doing the teasing for the past few days.”

She pretends to be hurt by my accusation. “Me? Teasing? Never! I’m just a devoted follower of God, just here to serve.”

Goddammit, I love how loose she is with me. And she really is starting to tease me more and more by copying my dramatic acts. I thought I could not be more obsessed with her, but she proves me wrong every single day.

I grab her chin and pull her face close to mine. She parts her lips like always. Her eyes widen when she looks straight into mine. I smirk at her.

“Here to serve? I like the sound of that. I bet you would be such an obedient pretty flower, doing everything I ask for. Would you?”

Her muscles tense, and lust practically pours from her mind. But she stays silent, just staring at me with parted lips. I lean closer, brushing my lips against hers, and repeat,

“Would you?”

She nods, and I press my lips against hers. She answers hungrily, like she really is desperate for more than just a kiss. She has been here for three weeks already, and my cock definitely disagrees with my “no sex” rule just as much as she does. But seeing and feeling her squirm like this is just way too addictive. I feel my mana rumbling inside me already, getting excited. So I withdraw, and she lets out a disappointed sigh.

I smile at her innocently. “So what do you want to do today?”

Her cheeks flush as she looks at her lap, fiddling with her fingers.

“I think you know what I want to do.”

“You are right. I can practically smell your arousal all the way here. Just say you want to be my Queen, and we will do everything and more than you wish for.”

“Let’s do something you want to do.”

That’s a shame. I would much rather make her my Queen and make her come all over my face. But I guess that has to wait.

“How about we play chess?”

She lifts her gaze to look at me. “Chess?”

“I happen to enjoy chess very much.”

“I’m not very skilful at it. But if you don’t mind a bad opponent, we can play.”

I grab her hand and start leading her toward my private drawing room.

“So have you played before?”

“Mostly against children in the orphanage.”

“Mostly?”

“I have played only once against an adult.”

“Did you win?”

She nods and smiles warmly, as if the memory of us playing brings her happiness. And seeing that makes me happy too.

“So you can’t be that bad then.”

“Well, I didn’t play that honestly then. I did my best to distract my opponent. He should have won.”

“He? Should I be jealous?”

“Maybe.”

I narrow my eyes at her. If I didn’t know she was trying to get me jealous by using past me, I would most definitely have taken her bait.

When we are settled around the chessboard, I lean back lazily, looking at her with a smirk.

“How about we make a bet?”

“A bet? What use is there in making a bet when it’s obvious you are going to win?”

“At least hear my suggestion before saying no.”

She nods, and I continue.

“If you win, I make you come.”

Her gaze turns sharper, more present. She is clearly intrigued.

“And if you win?”

“You be my Queen.”

“No.”

I exhale heavily. “I knew it was wishful thinking. I just had to give it a shot. No bet then. You can start.”

She moves her pawn, and we start to play.

“So do you enjoy playing chess with kids?”

“I do enjoy spending time with them, but I’m not fond of chess.”

“What are you fond of?”

“You.”

I swear to God my heart is going to burst out of my chest because of her. She continues before I get to answer anything.

“But do you know what would make me even more fond of you?”

“What?”

“Sex with you.”

I choke on my own saliva and start coughing. Goddammit, she really is driving me insane. I love seeing her slowly becoming more loose and more like herself, more bold and teasing.

“I’m starting to think that you are starting to see me as a mere sex toy. Is my body all you want?” I tease.

She looks at me, slowly dragging her gaze up and down my body.

“I don’t exactly find the thought of you being a toy appealing. I would much rather be the toy for you.”

Dear God. I know I haven’t been the most kind or devoted person, but did I somehow enter heaven or something? This surely feels like heaven. She really is capable of making me grow silent and stare at her in shock.

Me? Silent?

That never happens.

But here I am, staring at my pretty flower, who just smiles at me teasingly, clearly knowing how much her words affect me. I know I’m repeating myself, but goddammit, she drives me insane. I’m actually glad there is no bet, since I’m sure she would succeed in distracting me again. I somehow try to gather my wits and answer her while making my move on the board.

“A sex toy and a Queen? It must be my lucky day.”

“Not a Queen,” she corrects.

“You never know. There are still weeks left. There is always a possibility that you change your mind.”

She falls silent and makes her move. Wait. Is she really thinking about it? I can clearly sense confusion and hesitation in her mind. She really is tempted by it. I can’t resist my smile widening, but I keep my mouth shut, just silently squirming in my victory, or like a half victory. She stays silent, so I change the topic.

“So why are you not fond of chess?”

“I have always thought it was because I dislike that you can’t predict the outcome. I prefer to know the ending and how to reach it. In chess, you need to constantly think many moves ahead while keeping in mind the possibilities of what moves your opponent may take. I dislike thinking about the route to reach the ending.”

“But you don’t dislike it because you can’t predict the outcome?”

“No, not anymore. I guess now I’d rather just think about this moment, not wanting to think about the route or the ending. Maybe I’m too lazy or impatient for that.”

I can’t help but smile at her.

“Are we still talking about chess?” I say, grinning.

She lifts her gaze to look at me.

“Of course. But I guess you could just live in the moment too sometimes, not thinking about the future. In real life, I mean.”

“Oh? I actually think I’m more of a living-in-the-moment type of guy already.”

“No, you are not.”

Her stern attitude shocks me a little.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“If you lived in the moment without worrying about the future, you would trust more in contraceptive potions and just fuck me, without worrying about having children out of wedlock.”

I just stare at her, stunned. Goddammit, my pretty flower really is the best. Maybe I should just tell her the truth, that I remember everything, and just take her like she clearly begs for. My cock twitches at the thought.

“Felix, it’s your turn. Don’t make me wait for my defeat for too long.”

I try my best to get my head back in the game. I move my bishop and take out her queen.

“Oh no. I guess we have something in common now,” she reacts.

“Like what?”

“Neither of us can keep the Queen we want,” she says with a teasing smile.

I really was right that my pretty flower was a treasure hiding inside a plain wooden box. And I love everything I have found inside that box. I can’t help but wonder if there are even more things to find.

I chuckle at her while making my next move.

“Don’t be that discouraged, pretty flower. If you work hard enough to pursue what you want, nothing is impossible. You just need to get your pawn to my side, and you have your queen back.”

“Hmm… That’s true. But clearly, my tactics aren’t good enough to achieve that. Maybe we both should try something else to gain what we want.”

“Oh? Are you sharing tips?”

“I just think that rather than making me lose in chess, you might convince me better by making me come on the chessboard.”

I lean back in my chair, just watching her. Despite her teasing words, her face is like a statue. I wonder where the pretty flower went that blushed every time sex was even mentioned.

“Might convince?” I ask.

She shrugs her shoulders. “You never know until you try.”

“And how could I believe you? To me, it seems like you are just scheming to make yourself come without needing to promise to be my Queen.” I corner her king. “Checkmate, pretty flower. To me, it looks like you need a King also. And luckily, I just happen to be free.” I wink at her.

“You are not a King yet. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I know, and I’m not a painter either. But still, somehow I can picture you and me together.”

She sighs heavily. “You really are hopeless sometimes.”

“Oh, on the contrary. I have very much hope that you will come to your senses.”

She gets up.

“If you want to live in dreams, I won’t stop you. It’s dinner time soon, so I should get back. Will you escort me?”

I get up and walk in front of her. I cup her cheeks and kiss her, or more like devour her. She clings to my shirt, and the heat in her mind is overwhelming. It takes all my strength to separate myself from her and smile widely while tilting my head.

“I’m already living in my dreams. And you are right there, next to me.”