Dirk talks busieness.

"If I sold the kitten here, that'd make her a whore." Dirk's voice was cool and even. "I don't fuck whores, Mr Simmons. Not only have I spent a good month with my cock deep inside the jungle girl, I mean to keep it that way." He took hold of Shiloh's waist, pulling her around and close to him, his fingers spreading over her abdomen, possessive, commanding, his grip highlighting the womb that would bear his children. "But you're right, every man has a price. And men like you and I know that it's not just about money. So let's talk about your price."

He led Shiloh over to one of the spacious couches that sat in the middle of the menagerie, pulling her down into his lap as he took a seat. There was a contest taking place here that Shiloh could not understand. She could use man's language, but to fight a battle there was beyond her. She understood she had become an accessory, her body being used by her King to highlight his strength, improving his position. When his hand slipped up her body, under her bikini and began to openly fondle her breast, she did not hide her purr. Let this Simmons see how tight her King's grip was on his kitten.

"You are right, Captain." Simmons conceeded, stepping away from Meowfang's cage to sit across from him, his eyes tracking the shifts in Shiloh's face, the hand upon her breast. "As much as I would like Shiloh in a cage, there is something I want more... Something that... yes, I would return your little cheetah in exchange for."

Shiloh crossed her legs over her King's lap, her breathing hitching as his continuous toying got to her. The tension in the air was wavering, and she could tell her King was getting what he wanted out of the billionaire. Her instincts responded to him dominating a rival male and made her ache for him.

"I am but a mortal man, Captain Dirk. For all my wealth and knowledge, I will one day die. What I have built must be passed to an heir. But sadly, in my life I have produced by one child, my daughter Lena. She is wayward, unfocused... and a thoroughly unsuitable heir. Yet, it is an heir I will need one day."

He pulled up a piece of fine black glass. Shiloh had seen such things in her King's room, a mystic device full of sound, images and knowledge. Upon it, Simmons summoned an image of a beautiful young girl.

"This is her. She ran away from home recently, and I have been unable to find her. My price is simply this, Captain. I need an heir, of my own flesh and blood. If Lena is not suitable, then she will help me to produce once. Bring my daughter back to me, and you will have your cheetah."