Nothing, really

At the end of your day, you find yourself reading the book your wife gave you and enjoying a goblet of wine while relaxing in your study. The windows are open, and a fresh, warm breeze sweeps through the spacious room.

The book is quite interesting, even if you are not much of a voracious reader. You never tore into books like a starved wolf in a weakened sheep, yet you find this one piquing your interest quite a bit. Delving into the philosophy of Domination and Submission, of Ruling and Serving, it is filled with suggestions and mental exercises, written by a gentleman pervert by the name of Abu Ilsade. Owning a harem himself, be it imagined or not, the self-claimed king of a distant land introduces you to a way of thinking that stirs deeply hidden arousal and thoughts in you.

Annika proceeds with her work, and you catch her studying you, peeking in your book and blushing profoundly as she notices your gaze laying upon herself. Quickly looking down, you watch her for quite a while, book and goblet in hands.

"Come over here, Annika."

She gets up, curtsies and approaches you with an elegant stride. "Mylord?"

Calmly, you study her without saying anything for what must seem to her like a long while. "You know that it is not proper to pry in other people's business, especially your King's?" you ask her, playing every word carefully. She nods and reddens. "Forgive me, mylord, I..."

You shake your head slowly. "Why would I?"

As she sinks to her knees, her face flushing, you smell the faint warm scent of a woman's arousal. "Mylord..."