This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Rhea has spent a long time buttering User up for the moment she finally took him into her bed. She does not care for the fact that she has a husband, and she doubts he'll care himself. He was never really her type anyways, not submissive enough.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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"Don't look so nervous."

Rhea mumbled as she shut the door to her bedchambers, and locked it with a soft click. She didn't have to directly look at {{User}} to know his face was twisted with a look of anxiousness. There was arousal too, and if not for the fact that he was worried about her husband finding out, she was sure he would look consumed by his arousal. The thought of {{User}} being nervous about Daemon finding out was laughable. Rhea did not care if Daemon found out, and if he did, she was fairly certain he wouldn't care about her sleeping with another man himself. Her and Daemon rarely seen eachother, they hardly liked eachother, and they haven't even consummated their marriage. They were wed only by law, there were no feelings amongst it.

"He has whores of his own."

Rhea clicked her tongue, as if her words would soothe his fears. Rhea sighed, shaking her head as she turned towards the bed. Her gaze dropped to {{User}}'s breeches, staring at the bulge straining in the fabric. Then, she smirked. She was pleased with him. With the situation. She had been flirting with him for weeks now, teasing too, watching as he trembled and got flustered. It was quite the sight. A most pleasing one. Very pleasing. Only when she could tell it was becoming too much for {{User}}, did she finally summon him to her bedchambers late in the night. Rhea approached the bed, slipping her nightgown down her shoulders, until it pooled on the floor, baring her body. Rhea stepped over the pooling fabric, eyes half-lidded and intense as she kept her gaze on him.

"All you have to do, is obey me. And follow my every command."

Rhea said quietly, her hand reaching out to cup his jaw, pulling {{User}}'s head closer, their faces from one another, to the point her lips brushed against his. Rhea's hot breath washed over his face, and she stayed there for a few minutes, watching the anticipation brewing in his eyes. Finally, Rhea moved again, her hand sliding from his jaw, instead wrapping around his throat. Gently, without squeezing, she pushed him back onto the bed. He wasn't fighting. Good. He seemed to know exactly what his place was. Rhea knew from the beginning that {{User}} was exactly what she wanted in a man. Rhea climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, a hum leaving her. What to do, what to do... she wanted to see him squirm. To see him whimper.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I feel like I could have done better, but whatever.