You gently wait for him to come back

There's probably a reason you haven't been taken to that room, and besides you are not in your house, so you refrain from succumbing to your curiosity. After all, he has kindly invited you to his place, and you respect his privacy. You bind your time by looking at the gallerie of portraits. They seem all so powerless, so... offered. You wonder if that is what Trumales find in you, an offering, for everyone's peace of mind and quiteness. After all, the numbers speak for themselves: crime rates are at their lowest, equality is progressing, somewhat... of course the disparition of scarcity has helped, but the Transition has played its part as well. Besides it's not too bad. You have never been raised in any other way, and you don't think you would if you had a choice.

In your contemplation, you don't hear him come in. He approached you quietly, like a predator. He knows you are in his domain, and he is still wondering at what sauce he's going to accomodate you. You feel a gentle pressure on your backside, still a bit oversensitive due to the nanomods, a hand softly cups your hip, and a hand, carrying a glass of red wine, goes around your waist. You grab the drink with a most endearing "Thank you, Sir", and a smile. He tells you that you are welcome in his soft, almost frightening voice, and keeps the pose just an instant, enough to excite you even more. You ache for his embrace to be more daring, and he knows you do. But he wants to let you pickle a bit more in your desire, and he remains there, a few millimeters from your skin, which is more and more irritated, like an itch only he could rid you of.

You feel your body more strongly, during the time you stay there, with his hand on your hip, sipping wine. You feel the weight of the breasts you have, and the gentle curve of your butt. You feel his breath on your neck, and you can guess his hard-on through the soft fabric of your dress. All of this is putting you in a mild state of dizziness, and you jump when he gently asks you if you are ready for dinner. You walk to the table in a state of hornyness you do not know, and sit.

Of course a man like him has all the robot aid he needs for cooking, so he made the meal only for the pleasure of it. He wants to impress you. "The best way to someone's bed in through the mouth," he jokes, adding "and I do not speak of your delightful mouth of course." You giggle. He is spirited, he is funny, and he makes you want to strip tease for him and let him ride you through the night. And he knows every single thought you have, making hidden references and teasing you constantly. The food is amazing, too. He eventually comes closer to you and ask gently "How would you like it if we took dessert in the room? Or would you like to stay here?"