" was all I said, and I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.She didn't say a word, but she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Under...it she was wearing a matching bra and thong in coffee silk and cream lace, and hold-up stockings and high heeled sandals. And she looked fabulous.I can't say we made love, but it was hell of a lot more than just fucking. There was no foreplay, no oral either way. And it was all missionary position. I changed with the waves of emotion that rolled. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her soft lips to mine. My heart fluttered as I kissed her back, our tongues entwining, tasting each other.She led me to our bedroom as our kiss deepened. We entered the room, our bodies still pressed together; she reached up and flicked off the light. The room was still lit, as the curtains were pulled open. Then, reluctantly she pulled her lips from mine and began to undress me.Before I knew it, I was almost completely naked, and she was kneeling in. The woman yelped slightly, caught her breath, and almost yelled out, ?Thank you, Reverend Sister, may I please have another stroke???No need to yell in here,? Elaine said as she bent over to speak in the woman’s ear and tug at her hair as she rubbed the cane up and down the woman’s butt crack. ?Ready for the next???Yes Reverend Sister, thank you, Sister? came the reply.The next five strokes were quick; each one leaving a nasty red welt expertly placed an inch above the previous stroke. Then. A distance in which, as Lyonel knew from his extensive knowledge about the fantasy books he devoured in his passed life, awaited a dragon queen.Well, a future dragon queen, he reminded himself. If this was the point in time right after Jon Arryn died, then this is the very beginning of the events that unfolded. And this also isn’t exactly the world he invested so much energy in. He is dark haired and broad shouldered, it doesn’t need a genius to figure out that in this alternate world the heir.