C is for Cherished

 

Cleaning Giulia, at least the initial part of it, Arlinus delegated to Claudia, the housemaid. By the time he arrived at the baths for the inspection, Giulia’s boobs were floating above the soap bubbles, and the maid was brushing the tangles out of Giulia’s wet hair. Hair so long, Claudia had to wrap it around her wrist to work on the ends. That image gave Arlinus too many ideas.

“Ahem,” he announced his presence. “Braid it into a single braid and tie the end with two ribbons.  And bring a few long ribbons. Scoot!”

“Yes, master.” Claudia hurried towards the exit.

“And don’t come in before I call you,” Arlinus continued to her back.

He sat on the edge of the bath and lowered his feet into the water.

“Comment ça va?” Arlinus traveled with the Roman army to the farthest ends of the Empire and considered himself a worldly man. But when you ask a question in a foreign language, you get back a cacophony of words, from which he understood only “oui oui” and “très bien”. And she still didn’t look at him.

He grabbed Giulia’s chin with one hand and sank the other hand under water and between her legs. The woman jerked but didn’t intervene. His fingertips grazed the hairy mound and slid further in. The mumbled pleading didn’t stop him, but a translation would be nice. Arlinus covered her mouth to hush an anticipated scream and rammed two fingers in.

“Claudia!” he yelled without turning away from those pleading eyes. She’s his, and he won’t stop, but he must reassure her how much he cherished her, his property.

The man kept pumping those fingers in and out, wishing she wasn’t in the water, but oiled up. He must have been doing something right, because the weirdest thing happened: Arlinus felt a kiss on his palm. He withdrew his hand, and silence. Sex slaves are meant to be used, not kissed, but he was rewriting the rules. Tasting her lips was worth breaking any rules.

“Here are the ribbons, master.” Claudia ran through the entranceway with a bunch of colorful strips in hand.

Arlinus pulled away from the kiss at the sound of the maid’s voice.

“Shall I braid her hair?” the maid asked, without skipping a beat over the view of her master, fingering the new sex slave.

“Bring me my shaving instruments.” Fuck, did she see him kissing Giulia?

Claudia took off at once.

“No, wait.” The man withdrew his fingers, registering the disappointed moan, and brought them to the slave’s mouth. “Suck them clean.”

“Je ne comprends pas…”

“Fucking Gaul,” groaned Arlinus. “Like this,” and sucked on his own thumb.

Giulia nodded and wrapped her lips around his fingers.

“Someone in the kitchen is from Gaul, no?” the man turned to his maid.

“The cook’s helper.”

“Huh.” Arlinus pulled Giulia out of the bath, and over the edge she went, ass high in the air. All the marks were gone, and the pristine pale made his cock twitch. He slapped her wet arse once, twice, thrice, with considerable force and in the same spot, till his handprint blossomed like a magnolia flower. The woman was so aroused, she just moaned back. “Fetch her. And tie a ribbon over her eyes before she comes in.” Enough with the public show. “Turn around yourself.”

“Yes, master.” Claudia obeyed, waiting for further instructions.

Arlinus flipped the slave over and sat her down in the bath the same way she sat there before. He stepped over Giulia’s body and positioned himself with his cock bobbing in her face. “And call the musicians.” He nudged her mouth open with the tip. My cherished property.

“With ribbons too?”

“Good girl.”