I woke up the next morning hugging Agnes. For a split second I was confused until details of last night flooded my memory.
What had I done?
I had let passion rule over common sense and had taken advantage of my slave.
I disentangled myself from her body and dressed her as quickly and gently as I could. I felt like a bad person. Clearly, Agnes had not been in control of her senses yesterday; I should have known better than to make out with her.
We had gotten far but there had been no intimacy because at some point she had suddenly fallen asleep.
“Good morning, Your Majesty,” her eyes fluttered open. I was glad I had put on her clothes but I was not quite with clothes yet.
“Huh? I… I am going to… uhm…” this had to be the stupidest moment of my entire life. I was stuttering and doi
