Her favorite story

When I finally get back to Aisha's room, she's sitting on her bed, pouring over her phone.

"That went well," I announce as I sit on the bed next to her. She doesn't respond, focusing on her phone. Feels like nothing has changed.

"What'd you wanna show me?"

She bites her thumb, wordlessly handing me her phone. I see that her browser is open, and shows a story of some sort.

"It's my favorite story. I...I want you to do the things in this story to me."

I chuckle lightly, handing the phone back with a smirk. "Send me the link. If you make good on our deal for the whole month, I'll do whatever you want."

She immediately snatches the phone from me, and texts me the link. Wow, she must be really excited about this...

"So. Thirty days." I lean close to her, absolutely loving how her cheeks flush and her eyes widen. I brush her hair behind her ear, smirking in satisfaction. "Can you be a good girl for that long? Cleaning your room, keeping everything neat and tidy?"

She frantically nods, and I can't help but laugh as I withdraw. I glance out the window at the cityscape. The twin moons are high in the sky - a sight I'll still never get used to.

"It's getting quite late," I announce. "Should we head to bed soon?"

"You said we'd cuddle, right?"

"Indeed I did. Let's get ready for bed."

We both do just that. I notice that she's doing so quite frantically.

When we finally get into her bed together, she's practically shaking. I frown in concern, immediately grasping her and pulling her close to me. She releases a small yelp of surprise.

"Calm down - deep breaths," I whisper. She turns onto her side, her head resting on my chest. I relish the sensation of her breasts pressed against me.

She follows my advice, and is eventually able to calm down.

"Why do I always panic so much around you?"

"Because you lack experience." I gently play with her hair, hoping to soothe her. "Just relax. Leave everything up to me. And remember - if you don't do as you said you would, you won't get anything."

"I know..."

I can hear it in her voice. She still half-expects for things to go her way, no matter what she does, or doesn't, do.

Tomorrow is the first of thirty days she has to prove herself. I'll help her, of course - maybe I'll clean the bathroom once in a while on a shift basis, or remind her to tidy up.

Either way, I'll be sure to steer her in the right direction.