Corinne’s excitement elevated. She was long passed ready to be with Xavier again.
“Remember, he can’t speak to you unless you command him to speak. Also, if you want to invoke a setting in the room, command the setting. Use the word “prompt,” then say what it is you want. If the room is equipped to give you that, you’ll have it.” Daniella reached out and touched Corinne’s hand, their eyes contact steady.
“Dahlia, command him. He will do what you want.”
“I will.”
Daniella nodded and swiped at the screen on the tablet she carried around.
“Enjoy your time at The Den. When you’re ready to leave, you only have to approach the door, and it will open.”
Corinne nodded. “Got it.”
Daniella moved from the door, and it unlocked. Corinne sashayed inside, but the room was bathed in darkness. Like flipping a switch, a light on the other end of the room brightened. The first thing she saw was him—Pharaoh. He was standing underneath the spotlight with a golden loincloth around his waist, gold gladiator shoes on his feet, and his face was covered with half of a golden mask.
His body was oiled from his dark brown muscular shoulders down his rock-hard thighs. Corinne’s eyes widened, and her lips parted in a gasp. The door behind her closed, and a dim illumination above drew her attention overhead. What appeared to be a skyline was created on the ceiling. The dark blue firmament was so detailed you wouldn’t have known it wasn’t the sky itself had they not been inside a building. Hovering like large chandeliers were makeshift clouds, hanging as if floating right below the skyline.
Intrigued, Corinne turned her sight back to Xavier. “Come to me.”
He strolled to her but not before grabbing a few items that sat next to him on a small table.
The closer he strolled, the warmer Corinne’s flesh became. Seeing her husband in this costume excited her more than she ever thought. When he stood right over, she commanded.
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” his dark voice drummed.
Her pussy tingled, and she squirmed.
“Do you normally love people you’ve just met, Pharoah?”
“No.”
“But you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Any reason why?”
“Because you’re the love of my life.”
“How do you know that?”
“Call it a gut feeling.”
They stared at each other, a slow smile treading across Corinne’s mouth.
Nine
Corinne
Xavier reached for a leather strap tied around his bicep, and it was the first time Corinne noticed the band. He pressed a button on the inside of it, and one of the clouds descended slowly.
The movement caught Corinne’s attention, and her eyes traveled up, her mouth parting in surprise. An imitative lightning bolt illuminated the ceiling; it was there one second, then gone the next as if a storm was brewing.
“Oh shit.”
A vibrating noise brought her eyes back to Xavier just as he scooped her up in his arms, ripped her panties, her legs coiling around his waist, and stuffed her ass with the lubricated ass shaker vibrator plug.