The Centurion's Wife

Chapter One

Corinium, Britannia c.300AD

Lucia

I am a slave. I was born a slave, I’ll die a slave. I have no wish for freedom, to fend for myself, not when I can live just as I do.

I am the Body Slave to my Domina.

She owns me.

She owns my heart too.

I roll over, stretching out and she moves with me, her palm stroking up my inner thigh, her fingers caressing in circles and making my legs tremble with what is to come.

She likes to do this. She likes to worship me when we are done. It’s an odd arrangement but one I’m more than happy to oblige. I have been trained well. Giving her the greatest of pleasures, and in return I get to feel like a goddess at her hand.

‘If only we could stay like this always,’ she murmurs, leaning over my naked form.

Her head drops to the crook of my neck, her lips soft, her tongue softer. She’s teasing a sensitised path along my skin, one born of knowledge. She knows my every curve, every erogenous zone to which I react and slowly she glides down, her hair trailing over me, teasing at my tautened peaks that she purposefully avoids.

I wriggle beneath her, showing my displeasure and she gives a soft laugh. ‘What is it, Lucia, am I neglecting you?’

Goosebumps prickle deliciously as she hums into my navel, pressing for an answer––‘Hmm?’

My body quivers as I make a sound akin to acceptance––she doesn’t like my foreign tongue, and I’m not about to displease her. I’m happy to keep my lips sealed until she demands something more taxing and pleasing of them.

Her chin brushes over my curls and my tummy contracts with the instant hit to my clit. I want to rake my hands through her hair, guide her where I want her, but I daren’t. Instead, I reach up behind me to hook over the luxurious cushion beneath me. I tilt my head to the side, pressing into the plushness as I buck over her initial sweep of my clit, a blissful cry erupting from my lips as my eyes strike with Lucius standing guard at the door.

His eyes burn into me, his hunger searing across the room. I know he wants to be involved and I revel in it, both his desire and our Domina’s expert attentions pushing me further into the hedonistic abyss.

But she’s teasing me. Her hands have ceased their caress, her tongue is slow and savouring.

‘You are so delicious,’ she whispers against me, her soft breath rippling over my wetness. ‘Would you like a taste, Lucius?’

He clears his throat, his deep brown gaze lighting as his body straightens, every stretch of muscle taut and on display, save for the one I know he’s eager to use, his impressive hardness visible beneath the strip of cloth at his waist.

‘Come,’ she commands, her body shifting to make room, her hands pressing at my inner thighs to make way for them both.

I succumb to her pressure and open myself up, watching him approach. A bubble of excitement ripples through my lower belly as I devour every flexing sinew of strength. Even his cropped hair does something to me deep and low.

He kneels beside the couch on which we lie, she dips her fingers inside me, and my body lifts and clenches, savouring her invasion as my eyelids flutter and her thumb slips up to caress my pleading nub. Pleasure streaks through my limbs, my lips part in a moan. She is so good at this, so good at making me beg, making my body plea for completion.

Through the haze of desire, I watch her undulate within me, over me, my body riding her in abandonment and then she withdraws, raising her glistening fingers to Lucius. ‘Taste.’

Dutifully, he parts his mouth and she slips inside. I watch as his gaze flits between us, his tongue and lips cleaning her of every last drop. Then she gestures to me and she doesn’t need to say the words, he knows this game of old.

He bows, his hands parting me open, his tongue running leisurely from bottom to top and coming to rest before my throbbing bud. He traces around it, teasing me, his eyes dark and greedy as they now burn into my own. I pant with the crazy force building within, my gaze flits to her in desperation––let me come. But she only smiles, her delectable lower lip catching in her teeth as her lustful gaze takes it all in.

I’m close to speaking, to risking it all and begging, but then his hands shift to grip at my thighs, his eyes flash in warning as he takes pity and flicks directly over my hardness. I buck with the rush that sears me. My head thrashing as he rhythmically repeats the move, every flicking sensation sending me higher and higher, the tension taking hold of every muscle in my body. And then he stops, his mouth surrounding me as he sucks back and my body spasms.

I am so close, I can feel it curling through my toes. His tongue is back, rotating over me and I wriggle beneath him with heady approval. His teeth nip gently, his mouth sucks and his tongue rolls. It’s a maddening combination, one that he knows will tip me over.

‘Enough,’ she suddenly declares, and I look to her, my vision bleary with lust, my brow raised in pleading––don’t leave me like this.

But Lucius obeys, rising onto his haunches, his eyes looking to her and only her.

‘The oil, Lucius.’

Oil––I hitch a breath.

‘Onto all fours, Lucia.’ They both rise as she issues the command and I do as she asks.

She walks around the chaise longue, humming her approval before gracefully climbing on, joining me on her knees before my bowed head.

I look up, taking in her beautiful curves, her long raven hair flowing freely, her porcelain like complexion glowing, her green eyes blazing. Thirty years and her maturity only adds to her appeal. I could gladly kneel before her forever.

I sense Lucius return and feel the trickle of oil hit my lower back, he trails it down through the crack between my cheeks and my Domina leans forward, the neat hairs protecting her modesty press against my nose, teasing me with her scent, her proximity. But I know not to taste her, not until she commands.

Her soft palms glide over the liquid, sweeping it down my valley, her fingers confident as she caresses my tightly puckered opening. Gently she probes and my body trembles of its own accord, my thighs slipping against one another with my dripping need. The throb within so intense I am barely lucid.

The couch shifts with the arrival of Lucius, his hard thighs press between mine as my Domina moves to palm my cheeks, spreading them before him. ‘Take heed Lucius, I have no wish to have this beautiful body tainted with child.’

Lucius grunts his acknowledgement and inside, I breathe easy. For as long as my Domina wishes to keep me as I am, I am protected from the horror of bringing a slave child into this world––But for how long?

I squeeze my eyes shut against the sanity threatening and rock back seeking his presence, seeking the thought-obliterating pleasure I know he will soon deliver.

His swollen head presses against my opening and I clamp down on my lower lip, forcing my body to relax and accept the enormity o

f him.

He eases in, the oil lubricating his path as the multitude of tiny nerve-endings light up in a dizzying dance. I contract around him, dropping my face to the cushioned softness and grant him all of me, adjusting around him as he eases back and thrusts deep. Harder this time. His body slapping against mine and delivering waves of pleasure that take out the pain.

I feel my Domina shift, her body straightening, ‘Ah, Lucius, bene futues.’

He did fuck well, he was stretching me so wide, filling me so deep, I was on fire for it, my drawn-out climax making my clit pound fiercely, my fingers itching to service it. But it’s her fingers that move. I can hear her slip inside her own wetness and I peek up at her pleadingly.

She smiles with a small nod and opens herself up to me. Yes.

I raise up, my tongue flicking over her awaiting clit as her fingers comb through my hair, holding me fast, steady against Lucius’ thrusting rhythm.

Hungrily I lap at her, scarce able to draw breath, my nose pressed into her pelvis, my mouth working her. Lucius is taking my all, but he isn’t greedy. One heated palm slips around my hip, cupping me between the thighs and I moan in delirious gratitude. He fingers me, his expert caress probing at the heat coursing through my veins.

Above me, my Domina whimpers like a kitten, loving my attentions, loving what she sees. My climax hits hard and fast, timed with perfection as she loses it above me, her nails biting into my shoulders as she uses me to keep upright.