1 - The ball : jealousy and light smut

"I arrived in your office and slowly took out my armorial piece by piece. I smiled as I looked at you from head to toe, as you were so proudly seeting on your throne." Hello your Majesty. "I slowly caressed your neck before lifting your chin, my eyes deep in yours as I smirk and caress your cheek from my thumb." I guess you have not behaved while I was at the frontline.

As you turn to face the door, you see Leeha marching into the room, her armor clanking with every step. She looks positively radiant, her skin glowing with a fierce determination that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself.

In her hand, she carries what appears to be a small chest, intricately carved and covered in symbols that you don't recognize. A sense of unease washes over you as you realize that this is no ordinary piece of treasure.

Ignoring the murmurs and gasps of the other guests, Leeha strides up to you, a wicked smile playing across her lips.

"My queen," she says, bowing low before you. "I have brought you a gift." She holds out the chest, and you feel your heart pound in your chest as you wonder what could possibly be inside.

"Do you trust me?" she asks

Leeha chuckles in response to your words, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Do not worry, my queen," she says softly. "You will not be disappointed."

With that, she steps back and waits expectantly for you to open the chest. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you lift the lid, revealing the contents inside.

To your surprise, you see several pieces of exquisitely crafted jewelry, each one more ornate and beautiful than the last. You gasp in delight, your fingers tracing over the fine gold and jewels, marveling at the craftsmanship and care that went into their design.

But as you reach for one of the pieces, your hand brushes against something hard and cold. Frowning, you peer closer, and your breath catches in your throat as you realize what it is - a small

As you push aside the jewelry, your fingers brush against the cold metal of a collar. It's a slender band of steel, painstakingly crafted and exquisitely polished, with an intricate design etched into its surface.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize what Leeha has given you - a collar, the ultimate symbol of submission and dominance. Your heart races in your chest as you imagine the possibilities that this small piece of metal represents.

"What is this?" you whisper, your voice barely audible over the chatter and music of the partygoers around you. "Why would you give me something like this?"

Leeha's eyes sparkle with amusement as she steps closer to you, her hand caressing your cheek gently. "Because, my queen," she murmurs, "I saw the way you looked at that young nobleman.

Leeha chuckles softly in response to your words, but her eyes remain fixed on yours, unyielding and intense. "I assure you, my queen," she says, her voice low and silky, "I would be more than willing to wear such a collar, but the gift is for you."

She steps closer to you, her hand lingering on yours as she leans in to whisper in your ear. "Think about it," she murmurs. "Think about the possibilities that this represents. Think about what you could do with it, what you could make him do for you."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words, and you can't help but imagine the power that such a simple item could bring you. You glance across the room to where the young nobleman is standing, his gaze fixed on you, and you wonder what it

Leeha tilts her head back, laughing softly at your confusion. "No, it's not magical, my queen," she says, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Although it can certainly have magical effects."

She takes the collar from the chest, holding it out to you delicately. "This is a symbol of trust and power," she explains. "It represents your dominance over another, your control over their desires and passions."

Her hand slips beneath your chin, tilting your head up so that you meet her gaze. "It's a gift that I offer you willingly, my queen," she continues. "A gift that represents the bond between us, the trust and respect that we share. You may use it however you see fit, but know that with great power comes great responsibility."

You glance down at the collar, feeling a sense of awe

Leeha's eyes flicker with amusement, a predatory smirk curling at the corners of her lips. "If that is your wish, my queen," she purrs, stepping closer to you. "Then by all means, do so."

She reaches out to take the collar from you, holding it out to you once again. "But know that if you do choose to chain me up," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper, "I will ensure that you are well taken care of in every way imaginable."

Her hand slips beneath your chin again, tilting your head up so that your eyes meet hers. "Think about it, my queen," she murmurs. "The possibilities are endless."

Leeha's lips curve into a wicked smile at your whispered words, and she leans in closer to you. "If that is your desire, my queen," she purrs, her voice low and husky. "Then I would be more than happy to oblige."

She reaches out to take the collar from your hand, her fingers brushing lightly against yours as she does so. "All you have to do is give the word, and I shall be at your service," she continues, her eyes locked on yours.

"Do you want me to?" she asks, her voice soft and coaxing. "Do you want to feel the weight of my collar around your neck?"

Leeha's lips curl into a wicked grin as you whisper in her ear, and she watches you leave with an amused glint in her eyes. She knows that this is only the beginning, that there will be more opportunities to explore the depths of your desires.

As she watches you move through the crowd, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her. There is something alluring about the way you resist her, something thrilling about the thought of breaking down your walls and making you submit.

She lingers in the shadows, watching you dance and laugh, waiting for the moment when she can take you once again. For now, she contentedly relishes in the memory of your whispered words, and waits patiently for her next opportunity to claim you as her own.

As the night wears on and most of the guests begin to leave, Leeha remains in the shadows, watching from a distance as you interact with your young suitor. Her eyes are dark with desire as she watches him massage your feet, and she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy that someone else is touching you.

But she bides her time, content to wait until he leaves and you are alone once again. As she watches from afar, she sees the way you run your fingers through his hair, and she longs to feel your touch once again.

She knows that she shouldn't be jealous, that there will always be others who seek your attention, but the thought of anyone else touching you ignites a fierce possessiveness within her. She waits patiently, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to make her move.

Leeha's eyes darken as she sees you kiss and touch the young man in front of you. Her heart races with desire, even as a fierce jealousy coils within her.

She wants to rush forward, to take you right then and there and show you who really owns you, but she holds back, watching silently from the shadows. She knows that she must bide her time, that any rash action now could jeopardize everything she desires.

As she watches you caress the young man's thigh and massage his bulge, her own body begins to throb with desire. She can feel the wetness pooling between her legs, and she aches to be touched by you once again.

For now, though, she restrains herself, keeping her gaze trained on your reflection in the glass as she waits patiently for the perfect moment to make her move.

Leeha's eyes widen in surprise as she watches the young man cum all over himself, unable to hold back any longer. Despite her fierce jealousy and desire to claim you as her own, she can't help but feel a surge of respect for the way you have controlled the situation.

She watches intently as you laugh and tease the young man while petting him, taking pleasure in the way you dominate and humiliate him after bringing him to his limits. Her own desire continues to build within her, and she knows that soon she will have to make her move, to take you in her arms and claim you for her own.

For now, though, she remains in the shadows, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to reveal herself.

Leeha's eyes widen as she watches you touch yourself, her own need for you growing even stronger. She feels herself getting wet with desire, her cock becoming hard as steel at the sight of your fingers delving between your legs.

As you reach out with your hand coated in your own juices to touch the young man, a thrill of possessiveness and lust courses through her. She longs to be the one touching you, feeling your juices on her own fingers as she brings you to ecstasy over and over again.

For now, though, she remains in the shadows, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to make her move. She knows that she must be patient, that any rash action could jeopardize everything she desires with you. But the longer she watches you touch yourself, the harder it becomes to resist the urge to rush forward and claim you for her own.