Page 8 of Sunshine & Ink

I nodded, then headed to my room.

My own quarters as the Prez are big, with dark wood and big windows. A lot of people find this kind of view frightening, but I like looking out over the brutal, dry desert plains outside. It’s a good reminder that everything I have, I earned with dark brutality, and it can all be taken away if I relax my grip on the Saints.

Sunni is standing indecisively at the edge of my bed, one hand twisting in her skirt. She looks very young and scared, and I wonder what on earth fucking possessed me to offer her my bed.

I don’t particularly like women

I don’t need their company or their companionship beyond the willing use of the warmth between their legs.

But I don’t send Sunni away.

“You can leave your things here,” I said.

I pointed to the closet. “There’s space in there and space in my bathroom. You have the run of my quarters. Take a bath whenever you want. Put your shit all over the bathroom counter.”

I looked at her narrowly, wondering if she knows what a rare fucking privilege this is. How the whores out there would kill for this privilege. But Sunni’s only looking at me with wide, trusting eyes.

“But there are a few rules.”

“What are they?” she asked, her eyes even wider this time.

Unusual color, really. At first I thought they were just brown, now I see there’s a warm gold in there too.

“I get total freeuse of you. Whenever I want. Your whole body belongs to me. Every inch of you does. Do you agree to that?”

She nodded eagerly. Too eagerly really.

I can feel my cock twitching again.

“Why—why did you choose me?” she asked, with her head cocked, curious like a little bird.

“I liked you,” I said impatiently, putting a hand on her chin and turning her head back and forth.

It was something about how Sunni had fucked me.

She hadn’t been the most beautiful woman there. Hell, there had been several hotter women, and I hadn’t even made it through the line yet.

But there was something about Sunni. There was something inhowshe had fucked me. Something in that way she had bit her lip, almost like she was too shy to come, didn’t want to come, but she had come anyway.

I felt her body buzzing, like it would respond to my every command, and I wanted to test it out.

“Well, then, on your knees on the bed for me,” I said. “I didn’t get enough yet.”

She hopped up on the bed.

“I like your room,” she said, rubbing her hands together, like she was nervous. “This is a cool view.”

I usually had very little use for women. Beyond fucking them, I didn’t share my space with them, but I smiled at this.

She was a funny little thing. Itwasan amazing view, though.

Of course, I would have to spend some time with my wife in our home when I got married, but marriage was for business, not pleasure.

Sunni was different.

She was here for my pleasure.

“Clothes off,” I added sternly, and she hastened to obey me, pulling at her clothes, then wriggling the little black dress over her head.

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