The Centurion's Wife

He is waiting for me as I pass through the courtyard and I offer him a small smile. He falls into step behind me and I lead the way to her room, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

I announce our presence and she gives a soft, ‘Enter.’

We step inside and there she is, rising from the foot of her bed. A sheer red cloak draping over her body, the V it creates halting just short of the curls that protect her modesty. She is breath-taking, and yet I can see she is nervous, the ripple to her soft round belly telling of her shaky breath.

‘My Domina.’ We both dip in greeting and she offers up a shy smile. I itch to soothe it away, to have her as heated as she’d been in the field.

‘It is good of you both to come,’ she says softly, and I walk forward, just enough to reach for her should she ask it of me. Lucius walks in my shadow, his body close enough for me to feel his heat, for his breath to brush over my skin.

Her eyes waver over me, her pupils drowning out the blue making them almost black as they glitter in the candle light. Her nipples press against the fabric, the sheerness revealing the outline of each darkened bud and my palms itch to play with both.

I hold her eye and ask, ‘May I undress, Domina?’

I hear the air escape her lips, her hands clasp tight over her front as she trembles, her head dipping with a brief nod.

I look to Lucius over my shoulder and he reads my meaning, his hands hooking around my front as he raises my tunic over my head and tosses it aside.

Her eyes blaze as she feasts on me. My breasts press painfully against the band that binds them and I run my fingers under it, slipping it away. They fall free, heavy with need, my nipples prickling under her devouring gaze.

Lucius s

trips me of my loincloth and I am now bare before her. Her mouth parts gently, her skin flushes, her open admiration of my body driving my need higher. I reach behind me for Lucius’ hands, pulling him forward until he presses into my back, and urge his hands to roam.

My Domina traps her lower lip in her teeth and falls back to sit at the foot of the bed, her eyes caught up in what Lucius is doing, what we are doing. I want her wet and desperate before I touch her.

I raise my hands to hook around Lucius’ head, urging his mouth to my neck, loving how he nips at it, his hands hungrily groping at my breasts, his cock pressing through his loincloth to probe at my arse. The room is heavy with lust, the air too thick to draw a full breath and I writhe against him, my eyes fixed on my Domina, feeding off her desire.

I’m desperate for him to finger me and he knows it. I claw at his neck demanding it of him and he groans his response, one hand slipping down my front. He nudges out my foot, widening my stance as his fingers slip between my folds making me whimper and my Domina mimics the sound. She is ready, I know she is and as he circles over my throbbing clit, I fight the urge to command her.

She is still my Domina.

But then she moves anyway, her legs falling apart, her hands moving, her eyes fixed on me but her attentions on herself. One hand caresses her neck, her fingers circling the skin as her throat bobs on a restricted swallow. Then lower as she slips into her robe, her palm cupping one breast, gently roaming. Her other strokes along her thigh, brushing away the cloak as it travels, exposing her delicious golden curls to my burning gaze.

I want to taste her, the need waters up my mouth as I watch her fingers slip inside, watch her body undulate over her own hand.

‘That looks so good,’ she says, the words barely audible.

‘As do you, my Domina.’

Lucius groans into my neck, his cock so large at my back, his fingers at my clit desperate and urgent. I know he wants to thrust himself inside. And I want it too. As much as I want to be between her legs, lapping up her juice that now smears the bedlinen and glistens off her fingers.

I lick my lips and ask before I am gone, ‘May I taste you, Domina?’

She pinches so hard at her lip, I think she will draw blood, but instead it flushes red and she shimmies back slightly, her hands unhooking her cloak as she shrugs it down her arms and leans back on her palms.

I don’t need the words, I know she is welcoming me. I release Lucius’ neck and place my hands on her inner thighs. She feels so soft beneath my touch and I press my weight into them as I bow forward, my arse proffered to Lucius.

‘Please may Lucius use your oil, Domina?’

Her brow draws together in question and I smile at her innocence––Gaius had warned us of her inexperience, asked us to enlighten her, the thrill of it exciting in itself. ‘Lucius is going to fuck me in the arse, it helps to lubricate his way.’

She gives a sharp intake of breath as I hear Lucius drop his loincloth to the floor.

‘Will it not hurt?’ she asks.

My smile grows sultry, ‘The line between pleasure and pain is very fine, we will teach you to understand.’

She looks from me to Lucius and nods. He knows where it is and he is back in seconds, lubricating himself before trickling it over me and I am too busy eyeing up her pussy to care now. I want it all.