I tilted my head slightly, waiting for her response.

Then Gia turned to me. Her eyes were tired, but clear.

"I’m sorry, Mom, I know this is what you wanted." Gia’s voice didn’t waver. "You taught me to be strong. You just never thought I’d use that strength to make my own life."

She squeezed her hand tight. "I’m going to take Alex’s side on this, I’m going with him." Gia said.

The silence that followed was heavier than any misunderstanding.

"Step up Gia." I ordered.

She carefully made her steps up. Then I reached out my hand, the one that had my gold ring on.

"Kiss the ring."

Signifying the level of her status amongst others.

She instantly kissed my ring.

Galenda nods her head, definitely it’s what she wanted, and she did her very best so her daughter could as well.

But if I didn’t realize how much of a gem Gia was I wouldn’t have taken them seriously no matter how much money was offered to me.

Finally Galenda turned to leave, she got to the elevator and immediately as the door slid shut.

Gia finally let the tears fall.

But what she was too naive to know was that I was fully in control of the way she felt.

By activating my pheromone Dominion charm that thickened the air with a musky, irresistible compulsion. Her resistance level dropped from 60% to 5%. And it worked just fine from the results I got.

Despite controlling her emotions in a way, I still wanted to feel the thrill of her raw erratic feelings, so I then decided to ask Gia.

"Would you go on a date with me?" I said with a charming voice that didn’t sound authoritative.

Because one true significant pattern that I noticed throughout my time of having so manys women around is knowing the right time to role play.

Gia felt special, seeing me being affectionate and raising her to my level, taking off her panties and fucking me right there wouldn’t be such a big deal cause she wants it.

But the slow and steady pace is the main thrill, when I see her eyes intoxicated with lustrous love.

"Yes — I’d love to," she smiled ear to ear, her eyes fluttering with joy. "This... surprisingly, became the best day of my entire life."

I got up from my throne and drew Gia against me, one hand wrapped around her waist.

And all my six beauties, including Rachel who gave up her political power and position to my rule, followed behind me fashionably, all dressed in different variants of red dresses and gowns, going down to my fleets of bulletproof vehicles.

We entered and drove to my newly acquired estate.

Immediately as the grand doors opened to the foyer, they all separated and went to their various suites, leaving just me and Gia, since she was a newcomer.

The sun hopped in its cradle and sky was dark as the wind blew violently. Outside was chaotic but true peace came from the tranquility of my life indoors.

"Let me take you to your suite so you get comfortable around."

"That’s better." She replied wryly.

"Gia. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I’m fine, let’s be going."

We ascended up the stairs. Whilst getting into her room.

A glass of champagne were already served on the side table. I cocked the bottle and poured into hers and my cup.

"Here that’s yours :—" before I could even get a one eighty degree turn, hands stretched out holding the glass. She was already taking a nap, curled up with her shoes on — on the bed.

Come to think of it, she wasn’t part of those girls I saw exit from the room.

I sighed deeply and took the whole gulp of the two glass cups.

And sat right beside the bed.

Three hours had passed while she slept and I was losing my patience.

The room was shadowed and quiet, but only the hums of the swirling wind against the windows that broke the silence. Just the glow of the daylight slipping through the curtains.

’I take back my words on saying that I loved the slow and steady process. I’m raging.’

She slept peacefully on her shoulder, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and deep, her chest rising and falling under the thin silk camisole that had ridden up just enough to expose the soft curve of her belly and the edge of her lace panties.

I sat beside the bed for a long moment, cock already throbbing — hard and heavy in my hand, stroking slowly as I watched her.

The sight of her so unaware and peaceful, surged a dark thrill through me.

I raised the covers gently, careful not to wake her yet.

Her thighs shifted slightly over the other as the cooler air touched her skin, but she remained lost in whatever dream she was having.

I climbed onto the bed, knees sank into the mattress, spread out directly to her face.

With a slow, deliberate push I guided the thick swollen head of my cock towards her lower lip, it’s warm and velvety against her softness.

I pressed a little harder, painting her lips with the bead of precum that was already leaking from my tip.

She stirred faintly but didn’t wake yet. A tiny unconscious sigh escaped.

That’s my cue.

I angled my hips and pushed forward slowly, sliding my fat head past her lips and unto her warm wet tongue.

The sensation was immediately hot, silky, engulfing.

I went deeper feeding her another thick inch, then another until a quarter of my cock was nestled inside her sleeping mouth.

Her tongue twitched against me, instinctively curling around my shaft.

She stirs.

A soft, confused little sound vibrates around my length.

Her eyelids flutter — once. Twice. Then they opened wide, hazy with sleep, as she registers my heavy cock stretching her lips and filling her mouth.

For a heart beat, she freezes, with a stunned look on her face. I felt her tongue press up experimentally, exploring the thick vein running along my shaft.

Her thought totally drifted. ’Now I see why mom couldn’t resist but enjoy it.’