Thread: The Companion (Camp and Randomthingslover1)

He thought he'd made amends and responded properly when he felt a sense of indignation, resentment and anger...and maybe even jealousy...radiate from Aria. Uh oh, what had he gotten himself into now? Aria thrust out the words at him and he was too slow to respond. As she whirled from the room to ready herself, he whispered. But I'd rather be with you, I just want to give you everything. Me included. His shoulders slumped and he didn't say a word as the dressing girls finished preparing him. They were most complimentary to him, but he'd lived poor long enough to recognize flattery and not get himself pumped up by it. Before her left the room, he took a plate of food and told Standish to place it under the desk. Standish raised an eyebrow, As you will Milord, but it is law of the realm that no food may be eaten during court. Is sex allowed during court? Standish blushed, I would assume not. Do you think Uncle Jake was ever pleasured there by Felicia? Ahem...um...I'm certain of it. Then as companions have no official standing or office in the court, but are merely there to comfort the judge, much like a pet, then I will assume that the laws affecting pets apply to them in the court, would you not agree? And I'd wager that no one has passed a law about pets eating in the courtroom. Standish grinned. I would not think of disputing you on this well reasoned point, Milord. Eric went to get Aria, still feeling the anger...or was it rejection and hurt pride there. Quietly, he closed the door behind himself. Aria. You know I had no intention of pushing you from me. Sometimes life requires expediency. You had best be aware that I constantly will have need of you, but sometimes I need you in one way more than another. For instance, if you were busy dressing me, I could not look at you and would lose that pleasure. I also enjoy watching you eat, for you are as graceful as any cat. You have the right to resent other women touching me, because we are joined and bonded and you matter more to me than myself. But if my being touched by another is of such concern, and you want to make me feel guilty and sad, I suppose you can do that...but it's kind of mean to me and makes me feel like the slave that I've tried to keep you from being. The only way I see to keep others from touching me is for you to bite off the parts of me you want protected. He gave her a little smile to show he was teasing. But your comments have been well measured by me. I realize that many women will flirt with me and men will flatter me, for I am in a position of power now. I'm not used to that, and I need you to keep my ego from growing due to others fatuous praise. But Aria...when I also feel that you aren't proud of me, well...I don't like it. So I ask this please. Will you come and sit under my desk and eat so I don't worry about you. You can whisper advice up too me and play with my feet and cock, as long as it doesn't keep me from performing my duties. Knowing you are close will calm me and help me to be a better judge. I consider being under my desk your right...that is, unless you want someone like Carlotta to be there today as you said...