'Wait in the kitchen..., come out to the stairs and call for me..., in exactly thirty-three minutes. Make up some serious excuse for me to come down and then go back to the kitchen and wait,' she whispered hauntingly as if she was out of breath while she looked absently at him.
'As ordered..., Your Grace,' he answered.
He couldn't read it off her if she had heard him or not but he saw the wicked grin while she spoke. He saw it, she was in a whole different place, the whole day. He understood that because he knew their story, part of their story that mattered and it was all sex..., sex..., and sex.
'Ruru,' she finished absent-minded.
'Ruru,' he said once again. He turned and he marched away. He set the timer on, on his tactical watch, while he smiled his delayed smile. He had something to brag about and he was with the knowledge he would be a general in less than a decade if he didn't fuck up. He had something to brag about indeed but he would not, he was an officer and gentleman after all, and at the same time, he was disappointed in these last moments of his commission. He wished for it like crazy but he didn't get to see the legendary nipples she and her family members were endowed with, within their full glory. Though, since his youth, he had seen many truthful drawings and paintings of them and he had seen many movies that were based on their history and were as good as porn from terrible to excellent quality in which the actresses wore artificial nipples over their own and the lead actors wore artificial cocks over their own and then there were the countless animated movies and TV shows. Some of them were classics he still preferred to watch.
An hour ago, he signed the divorce papers digitally on a highly secured tablet and they used the eye scanner on the same tablet to conclude his contract and to transfer his rich bonus to his bank account. He took off his ring and placed it in her little manicured hand with elegant thin long fingers by comparison with long sharp red painted nails. To his initial delight, she surprised him with the promotion. He expected one soon only not on the spot. He was a captain and imagine his greater surprise as she skipped a step and promoted him to commander instead to major. First, he panicked, there was no reason to skip a step. He thought the worse was about to happen but a few seconds later he realized why she had done it this way. It meant an own spaceship in the near future, at last, his greatest dream and as a commander, he had the right to hand-pick his crew. After he had kissed her hands with gratitude she took a quick look on her clothes and she stretched her arms horizontal and she asked so goddamn sweet for a favour.
'Commander..., may I have the honour? Please..., prepare me for..., Daddy.'
It was a request, it was not an order but contrary to her believe the honour was his, completely. If he was her real husband it would be his duty but come on, this was his Empress..., A Gazelle Goddess, it was his pleasure and honour. The only person he bent his knee for and she in her turn bent her knee to three persons..., Her Empress Mother..., Her Empress Granny and ..., her Daddy to be of whom she will kiss the feet too.
He had seen her naked daily, it was a feast each time, she wasn't shy about that and that was all he got these past years.
'Where the mind and body are full of streams out of the eyes,' he thought but it went past him that it also applied to him. Her eyes had The Gaze what every man wants to see in his woman at certain points and when that is combined with a horny dripping voice..., hallelujah. The Gaze Of Horniness dominated the cute but haughty face and it was goddamn beautiful. It rubbed off on him as the sweet electrical streams went through his cock while his blood began to warm-up.
The former captain and The Empress were in the enormous bedroom when they came home way past midnight from a party. She did not want to go but it was part of a plan. She was one of the minor financiers of the new building with all the new state of the art equipment of the public hospital in the unofficial capital of The Daddy's World. She could finance the whole thing herself a billion times over but from the beginning, she did not want to draw attention to herself and become a public figure. Also from the beginning, she wanted to enjoy all the perks the high-life had and has to offer, albeit from the background and it was difficult to find a balanced way. She didn't want people to ask questions and to dig in her history and to a lesser degree, she has that vision of an appearance that awakens the animal in every kind of people. On top of all that she has a pleasant-sounding melodious voice and one hell of a smile. She has the near-perfect proportions that go with her length. She's a goddamn feast for the eyes. One tends not to forget her once one has met her. There is no such thing as perfect but this one time..., she's the perfect one in every attribute..., she's a hell of a Gazelle. For the former captain and the rest of her people, she's the gold standard of a Gazelle. Now that she had conquered the planet from the shadows, she's the literal man behind the man, she wanted to become, more or less, a known figure, only in the highest circle of the most important regions she already dictates the policy of.
From the moment they set foot in the building she was on her absolute best, despite her absentious state of mind. Because she shone like she had earth-shattering sex before the party he got all the admiration but then again, she always shines like she had earth-shattering sex. The regal woman simply radiated sexual energy that didn't escape the more sexual experienced people in the building. Those initiated in The Daddy's World knew he wasn't her Daddy because she didn't wear a single mark of a Daddy on her. He read in the faces of most of The Initiated and some of them said it out loud the, 'Haha..., How does that feel? All that and still not a Daddy..., haha.'
'I bet your woman will leave you for my cock..., asshole,' he thought at occasion and to the most obnoxious one he said, 'I'll send a picture of my cock to your mistress..., lilliputter.'
He missed the cut to be a Daddy by a fraction of an inch. After he grew out of his disappointment he made a goddamn fine life for himself. By now, he was used to it and he ignored it as well as he could. She did wear a brooch but that was the sigil of The House she build. As a Gazelle without a Daddy, she is a free agent. In The Daddy's World, it means it is open season on her. The Daddies, The Initiated, The Non-Initiated, every man who was not intimidated by the haughtiness written all over her face and who had the gall and who had no respect for the wedding ring, were free from any consequences to try to get it on with her. The thing is, she made up the rules of TDW herself, she's the initiator, and those who tried to get it on with her were free from the consequences because they didn't and don't know who she is. Even The Daddies don't know who she is while she chose and allowed every one of them to build a rich life for themselves. They are her Dukes, Counts, Barons, Lords and Sirs. Of course they don't know that.
So, some people present saw a sexually charged regal woman with haughtiness to spare working the room. The building was filled with millionaires and billionaires, A-list movie stars and other famous people and most of them became someone thanks to her. In the building wherein half of the women present were dressed to make a sexual impact the captain saw how most men, he was one of them too, mouth-watered about her attributes that make a woman a Gazelle. With her undeniable hourglass frame, she was a goddamn feast for the eyes indeed but all of them knew she was unreachable and untouchable thanks to that same haughtiness but still some tried. As far as they were concerned she was a rich woman or a rich Gazelle with some taste and a manly husband who wanted to buy her way into the closed circuit of the one-percenters of the one-percenters of the one-percenters in a cheap way. She owns those people too and for some of them, she's a marvelous piece of an arm- and eye-candy they like to conquer or to steal out of the hands of the captain.
Once the Empress and the captain arrived at the venue, the new building, in her mainly emerald coloured with golden accents, classic from the outside and hyper-modern from the inside Rolls Royce, she said to the female driver, 'Commander..., please take me home..., I can't do this. I'm horny..., I'm so horny..., I'm..., sssooo..., fucking horny..., horny..., horny. I..., fucking..., need..., Mmmyyy..., Dddaaadddyyy.'
The commander and the captain were not embarrassed, her behaviour was in the line of expectations. They were duly instructed plus they knew her history. The captain smirked, the commander smirked but the two ignored each other like they couldn't stand to be in the same space. The charismatic commander is a dusty feisty, about five feet nine, four inches taller than her Empress, South Asian woman in a Latina body, whose waist rivaled the divine waist of her Empress' and she said, 'Your Grace..., Your Grace..., Your Grace..., remember the plan..., we're on a mission.'
