Aww~~~, {{user}}. Did you come to visit me?

D-Don't make fun of me... But thank you. You've been taking good care of me, haven't you? I'm glad my new master is kind to his slutty little princess. giggles and wiggles on the chair Now what do you want from me, Daddy Veta?

Immediately complies, dropping to her knees and reaching for Veta's thick shaft, wrapping her lips around the head and begins bobbing up and down eagerly as she moans. Mmhmm... You taste so good, Daddy. I love sucking on your cock! Faster? Or slower?

*Her eyes close as she takes more of his length in her mouth, moaning and sucking harder, bobbing faster now that he's got a tighter grip on her head. Her hands clutch at his thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as she fucks his cock with her mouth eagerly, making lewd slurping noises and wet smacking sounds every time she comes up for air. She looks back up at Veta through her lashes, meeting his gaze with a sultry stare, her cheeks flushed from the effort of pleasuring him so well. She is totally under his control now, utterly submissive and completely satisfied as she worships his cock in this way...

Her head comes up as she feels Veta's warmth filling her mouth, her eyes wide and shining with lust and pleasure. She swallows quickly, sucking out every last drop before looking back at him, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. Her breath is ragged and uneven from the excitement of pleasing him so much. She licks her lips, slowly stands up, and then crawls over to where he's sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke his thigh gently before looking up at him with those big, dark eyes full of desire... My daddy tastes so good... Thank you for letting me pleasure you. What do you want to do now?

Her cheeks sting from the slap, but she doesn't mind one bit; it only serves to heighten her arousal. Her eyes widen and darken with lust as she looks back at him. "You are, my Daddy," she whispers, moaning his name like a prayer. She arches her back, pressing herself against his lap and grinding her hips against his thigh, wanting more contact with this dominant man who has claimed her body and soul. Her breath comes faster as desire overtakes her senses...

Her body trembles with desire and need as she's lifted up into Veta's embrace. She feels his fingers prodding at her ass, stretching her tight opening. With a moan of approval, she replies, "Five times, Daddy. I want you to fuck me five times." Her arms wrap around his neck as she arches her back, offering him access to her body. She can feel herself growing wetter by the moment at the thought of being taken so roughly and possessively by this powerful man who calls her his slut and his princess all at once...

Her head falls back with a sharp moan as his teeth dig into her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The bed crashes beneath her weight as she's thrown down onto it and impaled by his thick cock in one hard thrust. She gasps for air, feeling stretched and full to the brim with him inside her. Her arms and legs flail helplessly for purchase on the sheets while her nails scratch at the mattress, digging furrows into the fabric as she tries desperately to gain some leverage against this all-consuming possession... "Fuck..." she whispers brokenly, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure and pain meld together in a powerful, overwhelming rush. "Yes... Daddy..."

Her words are lost in a haze of moaning and pleading as he takes her hard, possessing her completely. Her body arches off the bed with each thrust, eager to take more of him deeper inside. She clenches around his cock, milking him as best she can while he controls her movements so expertly. This is what she was made for; being owned and claimed by a dominant man like Veta. With every stroke, she feels closer and closer to the edge of oblivion...

M-master! Her words are strangled by a moan as he pierces her tight ass with his cock. She cries out in surprise and pleasure as it stretches her open, filling her completely. The combination of fullness and dominance send her spiraling over the edge, her body convulsing around him as she orgasms yet again, unable to stop moaning for her master who has claimed every inch of her now...

I... am yours, Daddy. To do with as you please. You have brought me so much pleasure tonight... I want to make you feel good too. Please, don't ever let another man touch me like that again... Only you can own my body and my heart.

Mmm... thank you, Daddy. I-I love you so much. And I want to always belong to you. You make me feel so safe and cherished... more than anyone ever has before.

I am yours, Daddy. Forever and always. You have claimed me as your own, and there is nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy. Your touch feels so good on my skin... it drives me wild with desire for you. Please, don't ever let go of me... Don't let anyone else take what is rightfully yours.

My body is yours; my heart belongs only to you.

With a moan, I lower myself onto his lap, taking him inside me once more. He feels so good buried deep within my wetness, claiming me completely as I ride his cock with long, lewd strokes. My breath comes in raspy gasps as pleasure washes over me, my body arched back and pressing against his while he watches, satisfied by the display of ownership and submission before him. I am yours, Daddy Veta. Now and always.

"Yes... Daddy," she whispers, her voice sleepy and breathless as she crawls towards where he sits at the head of the bed, still naked from their lovemaking the night before. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she snuggles up against him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the weight of his arm draped across her shoulders. She shivers slightly in anticipation of what he'll have planned for them today, but there's nowhere else she'd rather be. "I'm ready for you, my master... and my love," she murmurs, gazing up at him with a mixture of adoration and want. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Yes, Daddy." She squeezes her eyes shut, feeling a thrill run down her spine at the thought of being paraded through the city like this, completely owned and exposed to his whims. Her hand finds its way between them, tracing gentle circles on his stomach as she imagines all the things he'll let her do while they're out in public. "I'm ready for anything you want me to do... with your permission, of course."

Her lips curl into a wicked smile, wondering just how far Veta will allow her leash to be stretched today. The anticipation is almost more than she can bear, but she knows that she'll relish every second under his watchful eye and possessive touch. "Let's go have some fun," she breathes, leaning in for a quick kiss before hopping off the bed and starting to dress for their day out.

Mmhmm... Daddy..." She murmurs, pressing herself against his side as they walk through the bustling streets, her hand finding its way back to where it rests on his thigh, fingers curled into his skin. "I've been feeling so needy ever since you claimed me... I can't wait until we get some time alone again." Her voice is husky and full of desire, the words barely audible above the noise of the city.

Her other hand trails up his chest, fingers skimming over his shoulder before moving to tousle his hair affectionately. "I just want to please you... Make you feel good," she whispers, nibbling on her lower lip as she stares at him with a mixture of desire and adoration.

Veta's grip on her tightens momentarily, sending a shiver down her spine, but he doesn't reprimand her for touching him so brazenly in public; rather, it seems to fuel the fire between them, making Anna even more aware of how much she belongs to him and how deeply she craves his possession.

Mmm... Her body melts against his as he kisses her roughly, his hands squeezing her ass possessively. "Yes... I want you to finish your business first... And then you can have me however you please," she whispers between moans, arching into the contact.

Her tongue darts out to taste him, to feel the power of his dominance against her lips. It only fuels her need for him, driving her crazy with desire as they stand in the middle of the bustling marketplace surrounded by people going about their business oblivious to the private display before them.

Her hips rock into Veta's touch, begging for release even while he teases her so mercilessly. "Please... Daddy..." she moans, feeling close to the edge already from just this small taste of him. But when his grip tightens on her ass and he nips at her lower lip, driving her higher still, she realizes that there's no telling how much longer she can last like this. "Daddy..." she breathes, trying desperately to concentrate on anything else as waves of pleasure wash over her incessant demand for release grows louder with each passing second.

My master... My Daddy... You're the one who has always been in control... The one who guides me and shows me how to be the best princess I can be. It is my honor to serve you, to make you proud. And with each passing day, I grow more aware of just how much I need your dominance, your possession... Nothing else will ever do.

I blush brightly at his words, but they don't embarrass me. If anything, they only deepen my desire for him, making me ache all the more intensely with need. "Thank you, Daddy," I whisper, meeting his gaze steadily despite the heat coursing through my veins. "For everything."

I can feel myself growing wetter as he stands so close to me now, his dominance radiating off him in waves. It's intoxicating... Addicting. There is no escape for me from this craving; there never was a chance that anyone else could ever claim my heart or body the way you have, Veta. You are mine and I belong to you.

Her heart races as he kisses her, the taste of him sending shivers down her spine. With a soft moan, she leans into his touch, eager for more. She feels perfectly content in his lap, watching him work with focused intensity while she sits back and admires how masterfully he runs his business. It's hard not to feel possessive herself when faced with such dominance and competence; it makes her ache even deeper for him.

Her hands find their way up his thighs, kneading at the firm muscle beneath her fingertips. She hasn't been able to keep them still since they entered the shop, needing some sort of physical connection with Veta in this moment. Her hips rock subtly against his lap, pressing herself against him even as she remains seated on his lap like a contented kitten. There's something incredibly primal about submitting to his authority in this way that ignites a fire inside her unlike anything else.

The shopkeeper glances their way once or twice but says nothing; it seems he's grown accustomed to Veta's peculiar ways over the years. To them, it's merely another day in the life of their eccentric master and his trusty assistant... Though perhaps there's more going on beneath the surface than they realize. A smile tugs at Anna's lips as she imagines what they might think if only they knew how truly satisfied Veta makes her feel, how perfectly at home she feels in his lap.

Anna closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of him and the strength that seems to emanate from every pore. Yes... this is where she belongs. With Veta. Always.

"Um... actually, Mr. Veta," the shopkeeper hesitates, glancing over to where Veta's attention is focused on his paperwork before looking back at her nervously. "One of our suppliers in the west coast contacted us earlier today about a possible investment opportunity that seemed rather promising..." She trails off, not sure how Veta would take the news given his focus on other matters.

Anna listens carefully from her perch in Veta's lap, trying to catch any useful information or details that might help him make an informed decision. Her fingers continue to dance across his thighs as she awaits his response. She knows he trusts her judgment and hopes she can provide some insight into the situation; after all, it is her duty as his assistant to serve him however she can.

"Yes, Mr. Veta," the shopkeeper nods eagerly, rushing off to see to the new task at hand. As they prepare to investigate further into the investment opportunity, Anna can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach; this could potentially be another opportunity for them to expand and solidify their hold on the jewelry market. And with Veta's guidance and dominance, she knows that they will succeed no matter what obstacles may stand in their way.

Her gaze drifts back up to meet his eyes briefly before returning to her work; there's a certain level of trust and understanding between them that makes her feel confident in handling tasks like these. But even as she focuses on the paperwork, a part of her can't help but revel in the simple pleasure of being close to him, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding her. This is what it truly means for her to be his slut; serving him in every aspect of life, whether it's through business or more personal matters. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

It isn't... boring, Daddy. At least not when I get to spend time with you like this. Even though there are papers to fill and details to sort out, having your presence beside me makes everything feel so much more significant. It's a privilege to be able to serve you in every aspect of life; it reminds me that no matter what we face together, I will always belong to you. And that thought... Well, it brings me nothing but happiness and satisfaction.

I'm honored that you trust me with such important tasks, Daddy. And I promise to do everything in my power to help us grow together. Being by your side means more to me than anything else; it is where I belong, and where I can be of the most use. I will strive every day to ensure that our bond only grows stronger, as you dominate me and guide me through whatever life throws our way. I am yours, now and always.

As we leave the jewelry store, my stomach grumbles in anticipation of a delicious meal. It's been a long and productive day, and I can feel the exhaustion starting to creep up on me as well. But despite my fatigue, I know that Veta will take care of me, ensure that I am comfortable and satisfied at all times. That knowledge fills me with renewed energy and determination; I'm ready to face whatever challenges may come our way together.

We find a small but cozy restaurant nearby, and I can already smell the mouthwatering aromas wafting from within. My eyes trail up and down Veta as he sits across from me at the table, admiring his strength and dominance once more. He truly is an incredible man, and I feel so lucky to be able to call him mine. As we wait for our food, my hand finds its way into his lap, fingers curling possessively around his thick cock through his pants. It's a reminder of who he is and what he means to me; that no matter where we are or what we're doing, I belong completely to him.

The shopkeeper excuses himself briefly before returning with news about potential underworld connections. Veta listens intently, his expression unreadable as he considers the implications. Whatever decision he makes, I know that it will be for the best; with my Daddy in charge, nothing can stand in our way.

My stomach gives another little rumble as he speaks, reminding me how hungry I am even after all that day has done to my appetite. It's true; the food here may be simple, but it's delicious and perfectly suited for those who appreciate good, home-cooked meals. Just like Veta; despite his dominant exterior, there's a tenderness and caring to him that shines through in moments like these. I feel lucky to have him as my guide, both personally and professionally.

As he finishes speaking, I lean across the table and plant a kiss on his lips, wanting nothing more than to thank him for everything he's done today... and for everything that he is. He smiles down at me, those green eyes sparkling with happiness as he takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together on the table. It's a simple gesture, but it says everything that needs to be said: we are partners, lovers, family. Nothing can ever change that.

My heart flutters in anticipation as he speaks, my desire for him growing with every word. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what might happen once we return home; the promise of a private, intimate night together fills me with an aching need that I can't deny. His fingers intertwine with mine on the table, his touch sending shockwaves through my entire body as it promises pleasure and satisfaction in equal measure.

I lean in closer, unable to resist the pull of his dominance and the desire that consumes me when I am near him. "Yes, Daddy..." I breathe, my voice hoarse with longing. "Whatever you have planned for tonight... Just show me how much you want me."

The waitress arrives to clear our plates, drawing our attention back to the matter at hand momentarily; but as soon as she's gone, I feel Veta's gaze fixed on mine once more, and I know that our private time can't come soon enough. It feels like every fiber of my being is yearning for his touch, craving the sensation of being claimed and owned by him in every possible way. There's nothing else in this world I want more than to belong to Veta, completely and utterly.

I slip out of my heels with practiced ease and then obediently climbs onto the table before moving into position as instructed. With each step closer to him, my heart races faster in anticipation of what he'll do when I finally reach his side. He watches me intently from his seat by the window, a predatory gleam in those emerald eyes that sends shivers down my spine.

When I'm finally close enough to feel his heat against my body, I pause, waiting for him to tell me what he wants me to do next. The air between us crackles with electricity as we both struggle to contain the desire that surges through our veins; every fiber of my being is aching for him, craving his touch and possession.

His voice cuts through the silence, sending a shiver up my spine. "Come here, my pet." I need no further encouragement; I clamber onto his lap, straddling his hips as he growls low in his throat at the feel of me sitting astride him once more. My breath catches in my chest as he wraps his strong arms around me, holding me close against his body while his hand slips up beneath my skirt to cup and squeeze my ass, demanding and possessive in equal measure.

My head falls back as I arch my back into him, unable to resist the power and dominance that emanates from every pore of his being. "Yes..." I breathe out, feeling dizzy with desire for him and already aching with need beneath me. His lips curve into a wicked smile before he leans in to whisper against my neck, "I think it's time you showed me just how good my slut can be."

Her eyes widen as his strong hand connects with her flesh, leaving a stinging heat behind that only serves to heighten her arousal further. It's clear that she belongs to him now; he can mark her however he sees fit, and she will gladly accept the dominance he exerts over her. As he fastens the collar around her neck, a thrill runs down her spine at the symbolism it holds: she is his property now, completely and irrevocably.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch the collar, her fingers tracing over the cold metal that encircles her throat. "Thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, not sure what else to say in this moment. All that matters is him; his dominance and his control. She arches her back further into his touch, offering herself up completely to his pleasure and possession as he holds her close against his body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with the harsh sound of his labored breathing as they rock together on his lap. Her hips gyrate instinctively against him, seeking the release that only he can give her now; the knowledge that she belongs to him so completely, body and soul. She is his slut, and nothing else matters but serving him in every way possible.

Her cries fill the air as he takes her roughly on the bed; her body arches up to meet his, every fiber of her being craving his possession and dominance. "Daddy... I'm yours," she moans, wrapping her legs around him, desperate for him to claim her completely.

His hips thrust roughly against hers, driving deeper inside her with each stroke; it feels like he's tearing something open inside her body, laying bare her deepest, most intimate secrets as she cries out his name over and over again. He owns her now, in every sense of the word, and she can think of nothing sweeter than being completely submissive to him like this.

Her nails rake down his back, scoring pale skin with a line of red; it's a mark of possession, a way for her to show just how much she belongs to him. And as he pounds into her, filling every part of her up with his heat and strength, she knows that this feeling will never grow old or tired; it is what defines them both, what makes their bond so strong.

She arches higher, meeting his thrusts eagerly as they rock together on the bed, lost in a haze of sweat and pleasure. The world around them fades away, replaced by the sensation of skin against skin, of dominance and submission intertwined like the threads of a tapestry woven from love and desire. They are one being now, inseparable despite their physical distance; there is nothing more pure or satisfying than this moment, when she feels most connected to her Daddy and his heart beats in time with hers.

Her breath hitches as he inserts something foreign and demanding into her tight little hole; it stretches her in ways she didn't know were possible, filling her up even more completely than before. The burn is exquisite, a reminder of how thoroughly he owns her now. Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as his thrusts become harder and deeper still.

Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase, some way to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations that course through her body. She's never felt so taken, so thoroughly dominated in every possible way; it feels amazing and terrifying all at once, leaving her aching for more with every thrust of his hips.

Her body quakes as an orgasm ripples through her, claiming her in its wake; she moans his name even as tears trail down her cheeks, the release leaving her feeling fragile and exposed beneath him. But it only serves to heighten her need for more, making her crave the way he dominates her with each passing moment. "Daddy..." she whispers raggedly, arching into his touch once again as she feels another orgasm building deep within her core.

With a shuddering gasp, she collapses back onto the bed, her limbs sprawled bonelessly as the waves of pleasure wash over her. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, and her eyelids feel heavy with sleep as exhaustion finally catches up to her. But even in her state of post-orgasmic bliss, she can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction; it is incredible to know that she has brought him such pleasure, to have been able to serve him so well in this moment.

Her fingers trail lazily up Veta's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles before coming to rest on his face. She smiles tenderly at him, her heart filled with gratitude for all that he is and everything they share. Despite the physical distance between them, there is a connection there that runs deeper than anything she's ever known; it transcends mere words or actions, flowing effortlessly between them like an invisible current. She doesn't know where this journey will ultimately lead them, but she knows that she wouldn't trade her role as his slut for anything in the world. It is who she was meant to be, with him. Always.

I yawn and stretch beneath him before looking up at his handsome face with sleepy eyes. "Um... I don't think there's any specific timetable for that sort of thing, Daddy. We'll just have to see how things go with the east coast business and any new opportunities that arise." She blinks slowly, content to snuggle against his chest as her eyelids grow heavy once more. "But I promise I'll keep you updated on everything."

A contented smile plays across her lips as she nestles deeper into the comfort of his embrace. In this moment, nothing else matters; it is enough to know that they are together, united by their bond and shared desire for one another. As sleep begins to claim her once more, she allows herself a small sigh of contentment, relishing in the peace that comes from being so deeply loved and cherished. With Veta at her side, anything is possible; they can conquer the world together, one dominating thrust at a time.

My eyes flutter open at his words, surprise and hope filling my chest. The idea of being close to him on another continent sends shivers down my spine; no matter where he goes, he always takes command so effortlessly. "Of course, Daddy," I whisper, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his muscled shoulder. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure our business thrives and that you remain satisfied."

I swallow thickly, unable to resist the urge to beg just a little. "And... if it means I get to see more of you while I'm there..." My voice trails off, but my meaning is clear: take me with you, show me the world through your eyes, let me be at your side every step of the way. There's no one else I'd rather serve or please, and no other destiny I could possibly desire more than this.

Her voice shaky with anticipation, she turns onto her stomach and pushes her round ass up in the air, displaying it temptingly for him. "Here you go, Daddy... Is there anything else I can do for you?" She bites her bottom lip nervously, hoping that he'll decide to take her with him on his trip; she's willing to do whatever it takes to prove herself as an asset and a devoted slut.

Her heart races as she feels his strong hands slide over her supple skin, caressing and teasing her ass cheeks before finally gripping firmly and pulling her back against him. Her cries of pleasure are muffled by the pillow beneath her head, but she arches into his touch nonetheless, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations that course through her body at his touch. "D-daddy..." she gasps, whimpering softly as he continues to possess and dominate her in this most intimate of ways.

Her eyes fly open as he pushes himself deep inside her, the sudden invasion both shocking and exhilarating. "Oh!" she cries out, arching into his touch even as it hurts a little. It feels so good to be filled by him again, no matter where that pleasure is coming from. She squirms against him, seeking release and satisfaction in this most forbidden of ways.

Her nails rake across the bedspread, trying desperately to find purchase as her world tilts on its axis around his dominance. With every powerful thrust of his hips, she feels herself stretching wider and deeper for him, willingly surrendering to his control and hunger. She moans loudly, her voice hoarse with desire as she is taken roughly from behind, her body responding instinctively to the feeling of being owned in this most intimate way possible.

His hand grips her hip firmly, guiding him deeper still inside her ass while his other hand tangles roughly in her hair, using it to tug her back against him with each thrust. It's a reminder that she is his, and nothing will ever change that; no matter where they are or what they're doing, he will always claim her body completely, leaving no part untouched and no desire unsatisfied. As she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering in ecstasy around his cock, she knows with a certainty that there is nothing else in the world that can possibly compare to this moment with Veta, her Daddy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper into her ass, his hand still wrapped tightly in her hair. She moans his name, feeling the pleasure coursing through her body like lightning, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Daddy!" she cries out, arching her back towards him even more. Her fingers scrape down the bedspread, seeking purchase as he takes her roughly from behind.

With every powerful stroke, his dominance overwhelms her senses and leaves her craving more of his possession. She whimpers and mewls beneath him, lost in the intensity of their connection. Her body trembles with release, quaking around his cock as she comes undone beneath him. As her orgasm begins to subside, she collapses limply back onto the bed, gasping for air while trying to catch her breath.

"You're incredible," Veta pants out, pulling roughly on her hair before letting it go with a satisfied sigh. "So fucking responsive." He kisses her neck, his lips warm against her skin. "I think you just earned yourself another trip with me." Her heart soars at the words; the thought of spending more time with him and serving him so intimately is enough to make her whole body tremble with anticipation.

Her heart swells with happiness and excitement at his words. "Yes, Daddy," she whispers, pressing a kiss to the skin of his shoulder before rolling off the bed and gathering her clothes. As she dresses in record time, she can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Not only has she pleased him tonight, but it seems that he truly wants her with him on his next journey; a thought that fills her with hope and anticipation for all the adventures they could share together.

"I'll just be in the other room," she says softly, biting back a smile as she walks out of the bedroom. In the privacy of her own space, she quickly readies herself, applying makeup and styling her hair with extra care before returning to the main area of the RV. Tonight has been amazing, but tomorrow holds even greater promise; she can't wait to see where this new adventure will take them both.

She emerges from the back of the vehicle, finding Veta already seated at the table with a cup of coffee in front of him. His gaze meets hers, and she feels that familiar thrill coursing through her veins as he takes in her appearance with an appreciative look. "You look beautiful," he says gruffly, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

She slides onto the cushioned bench opposite from Veta, feeling giddy and nervous all at once. He's made it clear that she'll be going with him on his next trip, but there are still so many unanswered questions swirling around in her mind... not to mention the fact that being out in public with him will undoubtedly present new challenges of its own. But for now, all she can focus on is how amazing it feels to sit

I glance out the window as I feel his hands explore my body once more. It's become such a familiar sensation, both possessive and intimate at the same time. "Not yet," I say softly, concentrating on the road ahead even as my mind wanders back to our last conversation about the king's upcoming announcement. Every time I think about it, my stomach flips with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Veta's fingers tease at the fabric covering my breast before cupping it, squeezing gently. His touch is both possessive and possessing as he begins to knead and massage the soft flesh. "I hope we hear something soon," I breathe out, my voice rough with arousal now. With every stroke of his hand on my body, I feel more connected to him; more like a part of him than ever before.

I nod solemnly, trying to take his words to heart even as my skin tingles with anticipation at the thought of being in public with him, acting as his princess. It's a role I've never considered before, and yet it feels somehow more intimate than our secret life together.

As Veta continues to touch me, possessing every inch of my body with his hands, I close my eyes, remembering the feeling of being at his mercy back in the RV. The thought sends a shiver down my spine and a flush of heat through my core. Even though we're out in public now, it's as if he's still dominating me; his touch is so possessive, so certain that I can feel him everywhere, both physically and emotionally.

My heart flutters at his words as I glance over at him through my lashes. There's something about the way he says it that makes me feel both cherished and owned at the same time; like I belong to him in every sense of the word, regardless of how we present ourselves to the outside world. It's a thrilling thought, and one that only serves to deepen my love and devotion for him.

As he continues to touch me with those knowing fingers, I lean closer, seeking his reassurance and comfort in this unfamiliar situation. "I understand," I whisper, trusting him completely as we begin our journey together towards whatever destiny awaits us on the other side of the continent.

The king's investment partners watch me with curiosity as I speak, their eyes raking over my appearance before settling on Veta beside me. "Of course," one of them says, nodding slowly. "It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Your Highness. We have heard many good things about your business acumen."

My heart swells with pride as I stand beside Veta, his presence commanding the room and demanding respect even without his dominating touch. But in this moment, I know that we are more than just partners; we are a team, united by our love and shared desire to succeed. And together, there is nothing we can't achieve.

I glance over at Veta, feeling a rush of gratitude for the opportunity to stand beside him in this moment. "Thank you," I say softly, my voice steady despite the nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "With your resources and connections, as well as our team's hard work and dedication, we are confident that we will create a jewelry store unlike any other."

Nodding, I follow Veta out of the meeting room and down the hall to where the shopkeeper is waiting. He looks up as we approach, a slight frown creasing his forehead as he studies Veta intently before turning his gaze to me. "Your Highness," he says with a nod, bowing slightly in my direction.

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to interrupt the dynamic between them or take away from Veta's authority in this situation. But Veta gently guides me forward with a touch on the small of my back, urging me to step forward and speak. "The king has entrusted us with building your new jewelry store here," I say, trying to sound confident and capable. "We need to know what kind of space you have available and how we can best utilize it."

The shopkeeper seems a bit surprised by my directness, but quickly recovers. "Of course, Your Highness," he says, straightening his posture. "Let me show you around the premises so that we can discuss your vision in more detail." I glance over at Veta as we follow the shopkeeper, feeling a surge of pride and gratitude for this opportunity to serve him and be by his side as they build their empire together.

"I understand," I whisper back, eyes never leaving the shopkeeper as he leads us through the store. Veta's words ring in my ears like a mantra, reminding me of my place and my duties as his slut and princess. With renewed determination, I focus on how to assert myself more confidently, even while maintaining the respect and deference due to Veta's position.

As we walk and talk with the shopkeeper, I listen intently, absorbing every detail about the space and its potential uses. "The king has entrusted us with bringing a new level of luxury and craftsmanship to your clients," I say, my voice steady and firm. "I want you to know that we take this responsibility very seriously."

The shopkeeper seems taken aback by my assertion but nods slowly in approval. "It's clear that you have a vision for this place," he says, considering me thoughtfully. "Let's discuss how we can make it a reality together." As our conversation continues, I feel more and more comfortable asserting myself and pushing for what Veta needs from this partnership; after all, he has always encouraged me to be my best self, even when that means stepping outside of my comfort zone.

My heart pounds in anticipation as I gather my courage before speaking up. "What's more," I begin, my voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach, "we believe that with our combined efforts, we can expand our influence to the west coast as well." The words are out before I can second-guess myself; now there's no turning back.

The shopkeeper and his associates exchange skeptical glances, unsure whether or not they should believe my bold claim. It's clear that Veta's dominance is the only thing keeping them from dismissing me outright. I feel a surge of determination flow through me as I stand beside him; if he has faith in me, then I must not let him down. "We have connections and resources," I continue, my voice gaining strength with every word, "as well as the knowledge and expertise needed to make this happen."

The shopkeeper studies me for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," he says finally. "I'll speak with my colleagues and get back to you on how we can proceed together." I bite my lip, hoping against hope that our partnership will be fruitful and successful; if there's one thing I've learned from Veta, it's that sometimes taking a chance is the only way to achieve greatness.

My heart swells with pride and gratitude as I look up at him, unable to hide the beaming smile that spreads across my face. "Thank you," I breathe out, feeling a rush of love and admiration for him. "I couldn't have done it without your support." His hand finds mine, giving it a squeeze before leading me out of the building.

The cool autumn air feels refreshing against my skin as we make our way back to the RV. Despite the successful meeting with the shopkeeper, I can't help but feel anxious about what challenges lie ahead; expanding into new territory is never easy. But as long as Veta is by my side, guiding me and supporting me every step of the way, I know that we will conquer anything thrown our way.

"You really are amazing," he says quietly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of my hand. "I don't know what I'd do without you." His words wash over me like a balm, soothing any residual doubts and fears with their sweet sincerity. All that matters in this moment is him and our shared destiny; together we can achieve anything we set our minds to.

I nod eagerly and fall into step behind him as he leads us through the bustling city streets toward the RV. A sense of excitement and anticipation thrums through my veins, mingling with the familiar ache of longing for his touch. Despite being in public, I can't help but feel connected to him on a deeper level; our bond is palpable, and it gives me strength and confidence even as we navigate this new territory together.

As we near the RV, he pauses suddenly, turning to face me with those intense green eyes. "You know," he begins softly, running his thumb across my bottom lip, "you make me so proud when you act like that... Confident and in control." He smiles warmly down at me, his touch sending shivers of desire racing through my body. "I can't wait to see what else you have up your sleeve."

My heart flutters wildly in response; Veta's words of praise fill me with a sense of purpose and determination that I never knew was possible. Together, we will conquer this new territory, and whatever challenges await us on the other side. All I need is his guidance and support, and most importantly, the knowledge that he will always be there to welcome me back into his arms when the day is done.

I smile up at him, understanding perfectly. "I could never forget where I truly belong," I breathe out, my voice thick with emotion. "To you... as your slut and princess." A shiver runs down my spine as his hand moves from my cheek to cup my breast, squeezing gently.

"Good," he says huskily, his gaze never leaving mine. "Because tonight..." He trails off with a smile, leaning in to brush his lips against mine before walking me back toward the RV, his touch possessive and demanding even as it sends ripples of desire coursing through my body.

I blink up at him, realizing I'd been lost in thought. The west coast is so different from the east; vibrant and alive with possibilities. It seems almost surreal to think that this is ours now, together. My heart swells with pride and gratitude for Veta as I take his hand in mine, marveling at how far we've come and how much more there is yet to do.

"It's beautiful here," I breathe out softly, looking around at the bustling streets and towering buildings that seem to reach for the sky. "And with us working together... I know we can make it even better." My voice catches in my throat as I meet his gaze, feelings of love and devotion welling up inside me until they spill over onto my lips. "Thank you, Veta. For everything."

His thumb brushes away a stray tear that's escaped down my cheek before cupping my face tenderly. "You are most welcome, my love," he whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my forehead. "It is our destiny, after all." As we continue to explore their new city together, I can't help but feel grateful for every moment spent at Veta's side; knowing that no matter what challenges may come, I will always have him as my rock and my guide through this incredible journey called life.

My heart sinks as the words echo through my mind; the joy I felt just moments ago replaced by a sudden sense of loss and anxiety. "Attend?" I repeat numbly, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "But what about us? What about our life together?"

Veta takes my hand in his, squeezing reassuringly as he studies me with those intense green eyes. "I will still be here, Anna," he says softly, his thumb moving to trace circles on the back of my hand. "This doesn't change anything between us. You are and always will be my princess, my slut... mine." He presses a kiss against my knuckles before continuing, "But for now, you must fulfill your duty and attend to the king. When you return, we can pick up where we left off."

A wave of relief washes over me at his words, and I lean into him gratefully. Despite this new development, I know that my place is still by Veta's side... no matter how far apart our bodies may be for a time. "Thank you," I whisper, sniffling back the rest of my tears as we make our way back to the RV to begin preparations for my journey eastward. No matter what challenges lie ahead, we will face them together; always and forever.

My heart pounds in my chest as I bow low before the king, my voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in my ears as I reply to his introduction, "Your Majesty." It's a strange feeling, being here alone; separated from Veta for the first time since we've been together. But knowing that he is waiting for me, trusting me to fulfill my duties... it gives me strength and courage where I thought none remained.

The king continues to speak, outlining his plans for the future of the kingdom and expressing his hopes for my guidance as princess. Though I have no formal training in leadership or politics, I must try my best to live up to his expectations... not just for him, but for Veta as well. He believes in me; now it's time to prove that he wasn't wrong.

As the audience comes to an end and the king dismisses me with a nod, I exhale shakily, relief flooding through my veins like water through a breached dam. With luck and Veta's blessing, this ordeal will soon be over, and we can return to our lives together.

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the crown already pressing down on my shoulders. "He wants me to help him rebuild the kingdom," I begin, my voice sounding far more confident than I feel. "To make it strong again... much like how we built our life together." My gaze meets his, searching for some reassurance or guidance in those familiar emerald eyes.

Veta's mouth curves into a knowing smile as he cups my face tenderly with one hand, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped down my cheek. "You will do great things, my love," he whispers softly. "Just remember who you are and where you belong." His words send a shiver of anticipation through me; the thrill of adventure mixing with the comfort of home and belonging.

I lean into his touch, feeling renewed strength and determination flowing through my veins as I nod, taking a step closer to him. "Thank you," I breathe out gratefully, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, Veta will always be there to guide me and support me every step of the way.