Kaiser was sitting at his desk, a pile of reports spread out in front of him. He turned the pages with a slow gesture, his eyes narrowed as he read every line. The profits from the legal textile trade amounted to five hundred gold pieces per month. The illegal trafficking, on the other hand, brought in an additional one thousand five hundred gold pieces, plus the stolen goods that were resold. All in all, the Paragon county was bringing in more money than most duchies.
The universal currency was such that 1 copper piece could buy two small loaves of bread. 1 silver piece was worth 100 copper, 1 gold piece was worth 100 silver pieces, and the largest denomination was the platinum piece, which was worth 1000 gold pieces.
Her legs slightly apart, at his feet, Ruby was kneeling on the carpet. She was wearing only the little black and white maid outfit he had expressly asked her to keep on: the fitted bodice, tightened by a row of small pearl buttons, and the short lace skirt that was now spread out around her pale thighs.
Her full, warm lips encircled his sex with calculated slowness. She tilted her head, and a muffled moan, "Mmmh…", came from deep in her throat as she took his entire length, until her nose brushed his lower abdomen. Goosebumps covered her skin. She then pulled back, almost completely, leaving a shiny trail of saliva, before plunging down again with supple determination.
Schllp… Ploc… The wet, regular sound of her mouth filled the room, punctuated by the light, sticky smack of her saliva with each upward motion. A bead of sweat appeared at her temple.
Kaiser placed a broad, pale hand on the top of her head, without pressing. His fingers sank into the silky, warm mass of her hair, feeling the delicate skull beneath.
"You're doing well today," he murmured, his voice deeper than usual.
Ruby stopped for a moment, her lips still in contact with him, and looked up at him. Her deep irises seemed liquid in the dim light. "Hnn… Glad… you like it, Master," she panted, her voice hoarse and full of submission, before resuming her movement with renewed vigor, another moan, "Aah…".
He turned another page. The county's reserves amounted to two hundred and fifty platinum pieces. Two hundred and fifty. Most barons struggled to reach five or ten platinum pieces in their coffers. Even some counts didn't have that much. Only the seven families, the Emperor, and the Holy Church could boast of being that rich. And even then, it was thanks to their ancestral artifacts, not trade.
Ruby slightly quickened the pace. Gloup… Shllrk… The wet, deep sound filled the silent space of the office. Her broad, skillful tongue swirled around the glans with each upward motion, pressing against his shaft, before she swallowed again. A long muffled moan, "Hnnngggh…", vibrated against his skin. The heat of her tight, living throat was almost unbearable.
He stiffened, tensed his abdominal muscles, and forced his mind to focus on the sheets spread out in front of him.
He had only one month; his father's fortune must not remain gold in safes but tangible power.
He closed the ledger with a sharp snap. A thread of saliva slid from her lower lip to her chin; Ruby looked up at him, her mouth still full, waiting for an order. He caressed her cheek with his fingertips.
"Continue," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "But slower."
She obeyed immediately, without a word. Her movements became softer, more drawn out. Schllp… Hmmph… She sucked him with silent devotion, her eyelids half-closed, her neatly manicured hands resting flat on his thighs for stability. Kaiser picked up another file, its pages dog-eared and annotated: the list of mercenary companies operating in the region, loyal enough as long as they were paid handsomely.
He checked names with a grease pencil, leaving small black marks in the margin. He would recruit. Gradually. One hundred men, one hundred and fifty at most to start. With his funds, he could double their pay and provide serious equipment.
"Over time, they will abandon their old lives to swear loyalty to us... That said, I also need to recruit mercenaries for that too..."
A higher-pitched moan, "Aahn…", came from Ruby's throat, the vibrations traveling along his tense sex.
Her lips were reddened, swollen, shiny with saliva and pre-fluids. The trail on her chin had run down to the base of her pale neck. She looked at him, her face tilted up, with that expression that always made him harden even more: total submission, but crossed by a glimmer of animal pleasure she couldn't hide.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice lower, more guttural.
"Mmmh-mmh." She nodded vigorously, without stopping her slowed back-and-forth. Her cheeks suddenly hollowed, sucking with increased pressure. "Sllurp…"
Kaiser ran a hand through her hair, gently but firmly grasped a handful of strands at the root, and guided her movement.
He felt every inch of his member slide against her palate, then sink into the hot, throbbing tightness of her throat.
"Gghhk…" A choking sound, but she didn't resist, accepting the imposed rhythm.
He reopened another ledger: the accounts of the slave trade, now interrupted. 'One thousand five hundred gold pieces per month less; that was huge. It had to be compensated now.'
His eyes fell on a geological map.
"This forest... I believe it's the property of Baron Karlton. I need to find a way to seize it."
"Hah… Hnn…" Ruby quickened again, her breathing becoming ragged. She had felt the growing tension in his muscles, the trembling of his skin. Her tongue activated, quick and precise, pressing the sensitive network of nerves just under the glans. Kaiser closed his eyes for a second. A wave of white, burning pleasure rose, threatening to sweep everything away. He stemmed it, pushed it back with pure willpower.
"Stop," he ordered suddenly, his voice sharp.