Daenerys turns the tables

“Are you going to fuck me Lord Bealish?” she then glanced over to the two whores, “or perhaps you prefer to watch?”

She was surprised how taken back he looked. That a man whose fingers were still wet with her juices would be so surprised with her bluntness. But it was a fleeting look, soon replaced with realization.

“There were rumors but I did not think,” Petyr said.

Daenerys let her head fall back, exhausted, sated. Then this time she reached out to touch his leg. Leaning forward towards him.

“I’ve been told all my life how beautiful I am Lord Baelish, but I have also been told how alone I am here in the castle my family built.” she looked down at the small bulge in his pants. “I have no friends at court, if there are even such a thing. Did you truly think you were the first man to proposition me? To **** themselves upon me?”

“You are to be Queen, assaulting you would--”

Daenerys rolled her eyes interrupting him, “--And you think men care to think that far ahead? That that would stop them? Did it stop you My Lord?” She glanced at the two whores fucking. “What was your plan? Seduce me yourself? Maybe watch as your man whores fucked me? Then blackmailed me to do your bidding?”

Petyr chuckled, “Maybe I have nothing to teach you.”

She stared at the man for a long minute trying to get the gauge of him. He inspired for more, she knew that much, and he wasn’t afraid of taking risks, and he seemingly had a blindspot when it came to beautiful young women.

Daenerys Targaryen shifted forward and slid into Petyr Bealish’s lap. She felt him hard against her soaking wet mound. His hands went to her ass instinctively. She would let him use her, and she would return the favor.