Thread: Court Domination [InsertNameHere and Sigr]

Even if bedazzled by her lifestyle, or maybe because of it, Ben seemed to have trouble processing her request and wanted some space to mull over it. He looked specially cute in a mousy way at that moment, wanting to say yes but not daring to, not yet. Fine her voice sounded accommodating, as one of an adult consenting a child. Down that corridor, to the right she glanced over. Even if the living room governed the place, it had a sizeable kitchen in the same space to the left, making everything a clear open space. Both rooms had unparalleled views of the city, and combined with Katherine's demeanor making her look more like a feudal noble than just a wealthy heir. Said corridor opened on the other side of the living room, opposite of the kitchen, and gave way to a series of doors that made the rest of the penthouse. Here she stopped Ben on the first door of the right, one that gave way to another ridiculous looking bathroom that was almost the size of a small apartment itself. It had another door, presumably one that gave way directly to her bedroom, but it was closed at the moment. Go on, wait for me on the couch, work on that figuring out of yours instead of helping myself clean Katherine said to Ben with an amused smile on her face, closing the bathroom door before he could get a word in. It was mostly a lie, although she really could have used his help to get rid of her sweaty clothes and stepping into the shower. Katherine relaxed herself under the warm water, discovering herself almost humming happily, and holding herself from it. Was the anticipation of seeing what Ben was capable of so amusing? So interesting that had her happy despite the injury? Well, he was going to make those few days more entertaining than they would have been just staying home nursing her ankle. Once clean and dried, Katherine smiled a bit, and donning just one of her bath robes she got outside, limping her way to the living room. Ben was seemingly waiting to help her to the couch, but instead of sitting with her he pledged his servitude, acting like she was nobility, certainly both her and her home had an affect on Ben, that was for sure. Oh, theatrics she said, amused. Sit down, will you? Katherine asked, even if her tone left no doubt about it. She laid back comfortably on the large couch as long as she was, her legs risen up and leaning on his lap. She wasn't wearing anything behind the bathrobe, but her every move was made so she showed nothing, wetting her lips before talking. I can almost hear your gears turning, a million questions piling up on your head, your imagination burning bright fueled by the words of my idiotic ex she said, entertained to see him fidget but wanting to set the record straight. Calm down, dial it down a notch, stop acting like I was walking around in a full leather ensemble and hitting you with a whip Katherine was having her fun putting that image in his head, but he really had to calm down a bit. Anticipation was the name of the game, and he couldn't just start licking her toes out of nowhere without build up. Massage my legs, I feel a bit stiff after limping around so much Katherine gave him a simple order to follow, something within his usual duties even if the context was quite different. Be careful and don't move the robe around, I'm not wearing anything else she warned him, wanting to see him fluster and maneuver around her clothing without disturbing the bath robe while he imagined it. As Ben started, Katherine, more talkative now that they were at home and there was some confidence, kept at it. You better behave normally in public, having a boyfriend would make me lose some sponsorship and would make people focus on the wrong thing. You can be as servile as a medical assistant would be to the star of the team, but nothing more she said severe. A couple of her sponsors wanted her to be single, as it was part of her marketable charm to be unreachable, and having the sports media more interested on what boyfriend did she have instead of her accolades sickened her, so she had to keep the distance. One of her long arms reached for his hair as he was massaging her, those long but strong fingers playing with his hair in the meantime. You can call me Kat when we are alone. It's shorter she said, as if that was the only reason for it.