Note: Hope the delay between stories wasn't too terrible; I have been working longer weeks and haven't had time to really release anything. Wink wink nudge nudge. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Thank you for your helpful comments on my last submission. I've tried my darnest to apply them here! <3 digibath
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Laelia got in bed that night, noting that she was the only one. Her cubicula mates had all snuck out to be with their paramours.
I suppose I am the only one that is unloved. Then again...who could ever love me?
At least now she suspected someone lusted after her. Someone she would have never supposed had the capacity to lust. A man more prone to writing long scrolls, a man more prone to giving orders without blinking. Master Julian.
Perhaps she was mistaken. She was always disturbing him, no matter how quiet she made her footfall. He was always looking at her with a furrowed, angry brow. There was something about that look that made her so fearful. But in a strange way. She knew the unfurling arousal in her belly was somehow related. She imagined instead it was just a physical reaction to his aquiline beauty. Something about his large hands had attracted her since she was a teenager. His sneering humor, his glossy dark hair. His muscular calves. His grey eyes.
And oh, those hands.
Men aren't very particular. I may not look like the other girls, but perhaps he like that. Perhaps because I look so unusual, he imagines fucking me. Men are so strange.
She was on a complete flight of fancy, now that she had seen the look in his eyes. She wouldn't have liked it if he had forced himself on her in that room, as most men would have done with a slave girl they wanted. But if he had kissed her lips, and then started to unwrap her dress, she could not have imagined having enough fortitude to prevent him from taking what he wanted. She was so shy, so quiet; she wouldn't know how to stop him. She had never been in an unguarded situation, one where she would have to say no.
It was still an exquisite thought, so lovely her pussy started to moisten. Laelia's eyelids closed as she stroked her soft folds, working herself into frenzy on her small fingers. She was soaking wet, and so close. She started to play with her pearl back and forth, knowing where it would bring her. She couldn't help but release a quiet moan.
Julian couldn't sleep, so he was pacing the halls. Sleep was not something he had ever found easily. Much less so now that he was 39. He was thinking about everything going on in the Senate while he was away. Fear that his nemesis would gain a new foothold in his absence. He knew that he had to finish his proposal for wine taxation soon, and pass it on for the Emperor's blessing.
It was a bit too late for anyone to be awake. And so he was surprised to hear a low female groan come from the door he has just passed. It sounded like the slave girl he had just been speaking to. The gorgeous thing with the red hair.
Julian couldn't help peering through a crack in the door. With the candle in his hand, he could see her shifting under the blankets. His cock was starting to get hard, watching her and realizing that she was touching herself in a sexual manner.
He hadn't wanted to do it. He was above this.
He opened the door.
Laelia heard the door creak open. He was standing there with a candle in his hand. She felt her face turn bright red, and her ears started buzzing with nerves and fear.
Oh gods, he must have seen what I was doing.
He put the candle on her trunk.
She stood up quickly and bowed. "Master- I am sorry if I have disturbed you."
"Take off your garment."
Her childhood stutter came back to haunt her. "Mas...Master?"
"No one asked for you to speak, girl. Do as you are told."
She really, really, did not want to. Shaking hard, her teeth almost chattering, she started to peel off her tunic very slowly. She pushed it off of the bed.
Clothes did her no justice. Those breasts were the perfect medium size, topped with lovely pink nipples. She had a very feminine, slightly curved stomach. She had her legs crossed so tight, that he could barely see the slightest wisp of pubic hair.
He took a seat on the edge of her cot and started to rub her soft, creamy tits. She let out a little shriek of surprise upon contact, so he clasped his other hand over her mouth.
"No screaming... yet. Now, I can't help but wonder what you were thinking about. Tell me."
He took his hand off of her mouth, and she used the opportunity to try to slip off of the bed. Not sure what her next move would be, just trying to get out into the hallway and run.
"Wrong answer, slave."
He would have dragged her back to her own bed, but he had a better idea. He grabbed the tunic she had dropped off the side of the bed and used it to tie her arms back. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Laelia's skinny, short build was no match for Julian's height and breadth. He was sure the floor hurt her back, but he didn't care at the moment. He kneeled down over her.
"You seem to forget one crucial detail. You are my slave, I am your master." His hand crept up her thigh. She shuddered with fear. "I can do whatever I want with you. Including selling you to some not as pleasant places. Where I'm sure you would regret any misbehavior here. "He spread her legs, almost as an end of his statement. An eventuality.
And she was perfect, warm, coral colored, wet from her play. Inviting. He unconsciously licked his lips. She flinched.
He continued his hand's slow progress up her thigh.
"Now, tell me what you were thinking about. And don't lie... or I'll know."
Her mind raced, trying to give him any answer but the truth.
The stable worker, no, he will know that's a lie. His body servant? The cook?
Perhaps if she could tell him she was sleeping with someone else, he would no longer be interested in something spoilt. At least the body servant was attractive enough that she could imagine some sort of scenario being possible with him. Distasteful as it was.
"I was thinking about ... your body servant... Eryx."
His eyebrow rose. He knew she was lying, but how far would she take the lie?
