The Centurion's Wife

by Rachael Stewart

  ‘Yes, I believe you,’ she whispered to her.

  Lucia opened her eyes, their blazing green stoking at the fire raging inside Aurelia’s limbs. She was losing her control. Her need to climax taking over every thought, every action.

  ‘It would please me to serve you now,’ Lucia whispered.

  ‘It would please me to see you fulfilled first.’

  Her nose flared on a surprised intake of breath, her body bucking against the continued presence of Aurelia’s hand. ‘That is not the order of things.’

  ‘I take great pleasure in watching you at my hand.’ She upped her caress, using the rhythm that she would so desire against herself and Lucia moaned, her head falling back.

  ‘My Domina is too good.’ Lucia released her wrist to grab up her tunic, her body falling back on her free palm as she arched before her.

  Aurelia rose to lean over her, the angle better aiding her movement, her eyes drinking in the sight beneath her. She would have Lucia naked, but she had no care for the time it would take. She was lost to the girl losing it just as she was. Already, her muscles tensed, the thrust of her body, of her breath indicating her climax hitting.

  And then she cried out, ‘My Domina’, her body convulsing in wild abandonment, and Aurelia cupped her, letting her ride it out against her.

  She forgot how to breathe, how to do anything but enjoy the moment, enjoy the feel of the girl’s wetness seep into her hand as she stroked her gently back and fore, easing her pressure on her sensitised clit.

  ‘You spoil me,’ Lucia breathed as she came to, her body slowly straightening.

  ‘I––’

  She cut off as movement on the horizon caught her eye––Lucius. She pulled her hand away, ‘Lucius approaches.’

  Lucia looked behind her, her hands smoothing out her dress. ‘Shall I see what he requires?’

  ‘Please.’

  Lucia looked back to her, ‘But I must return the pleasure.’

  Her throat tightened over the rush her words evoked, her body still riding high on the lust coursing through her body at making Lucia come. She had to swallow before the words would come, ‘I would like that.’

  ‘Tonight?’

  Tonight, oh yes.

  She nodded, words impossible now.

  Lucia smiled beneath her lashes, her flushed skin adding to her beauty, ‘And do you wish Lucius to accompany me?’

  Did she?

  What was it Gaius had said? They can prepare you…

  What better way to cope with the day than to have such an education to look forward to?

  Aurelia looked to the man approaching and she gripped her hands over her tummy, her thighs clenching tight.

  ‘What is he to you?’ she managed to ask.

  Her question surprised Lucia yet again, she could read it in the furrow of her brow and the cock of her head, ‘He is my lover, and my friend.’

  She held Lucia’s eye as she dared to press, ‘And would he enjoy it?’

  Lucia’s grin was wide as she laughed gently. ‘More than you can possibly imagine.’

  Aurelia relaxed and let her imagination come alive, her smile hot as she nodded, ‘Then yes, please, I do.’

  Lucia got to her feet and dipped her head politely. ‘I live to serve you.’

  And then she turned and swept away, leaving Aurelia’s imagination running away with her.

  Lucia

  My body thrums deliciously, the aftershock of her attentions sending me into a heady state of sexual gratification and disbelief that a Domina can be as thoughtful as her. I know now we come from a similar region, shaped by the same customs, brought into slavery by the Romans that rule us and that she had been saved by my Dominus.

  And rather than envy her for it, I admire her. I love how she uses her past to seek out a better future for us. It makes the other slaves wary, but not me.

  ‘You look most pleased with yourself,’ Lucius remarks with a grin as I approach, and I raise my palm to his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing beneath.

  ‘I have good reason,’ I say smiling up into his face. ‘But first, was there something you needed our Domina for?’

  ‘I only wish to make sure all is well, when she left and you were quick to follow, I thought it my duty to check.’

  He looks past me to where I imagine my Domina now reclines against the tree, just as she had when I arrived, only this time her cheeks will glow. The sorrow of a moment before temporarily eased. ‘She truly loves him.’

  ‘Yes, yes she does,’ I agree. ‘And it’s our place to ease the coming months for her.’

  ‘I know what our Dominus has asked of us, but I am not sure.’ He frowns at me. ‘She loves him so, how can we help with that?’

  I laugh gently. ‘And is it not true that we love one another?’

  His eyes soften, his smile serious, ‘Always.’

  ‘And do we not enjoy the inclusion of others in our lovemaking?’

  ‘To a point…’ He looks back in the direction of our Domina, ‘But for her?’’

  ‘You need not worry, I have cleared the way.’

  His eyes return to me narrowed, ‘What does that mean?’

  ‘Come, I’ll explain as we return to the house.’ I hook my arm through his––it cannot hurt this far away from prying eyes––and start back towards home. Our new home. A home that possessed more hope than I could ever have foreseen.

  Chapter Five

  Lucia

  I’m trembling with anticipation.

  I’ve gone about the day, doing everything my Domina requests, but the undercurrent fizzes between us, our eyes catching frequently, the air thick with the heat of our thoughts. I can’t stop reliving her hand between my legs, my knees still bare the marks of my feverish moves upon the grass. I should have scrubbed them away but I like the reminder of what we shared, I like that they remind her too. I’ve seen how she looks to them, her cheeks colouring, and I relive the moment with her.

  Lucius is not blind to it either, I can see how his cock pricks within the simple confines of his loincloth and my mouth hungers for him, for her, my body tingling with readiness for both.

  It is late now; the household is winding down and I am to go to her chamber, calling for Lucius on the way.

  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.

  I smooth my hands inwards, surrounding her hot centre, and press my elbows into the bed to steady my position. I feel her tremble beneath me and I look to her eyes, I can see she doesn’t know where to look. To my arse, where Lucius now rubs hot oil between my cheeks, to his cock that rests high above, or to where my mouth hovers just above her curls.

  I run my thumbs up her folds and gently open her to my tongue. I hear her gasp as I take my first flick upon her clit and my tummy contracts with the force of my reaction to her own. I rotate around her, teasingly close and she starts to writhe beneath my pressure, her whimpers dizzying.

  Behind me, Lucius is ready, he has me primed and his cock is at my entrance. I press back, my urgency apparent and he sinks in, my relaxed state making it swift. He fills me in one thrust and my body clenches wildly around him, my climax building. I don’t need his touch upon my clit; his cock filling me and my Domina’s building climax is enough to propel my own. Pleasure reaps into every part of my being, body and soul.

  Lucius growls his excitement as my Domina whimpers, the intoxicating mix strumming at my clit and I moan against her, sucking back on the tail end and she bucks into my face, her hands clawing at the bed. I repeat the move and slip one finger inside her, testing her size.

  ‘By the Gods, yes––more Lucia, more.’

  Slowly, I insert another and another. She is so wet, so hungry, so welcoming. I break my mouth away to take in the sight of my fingers buried in her. She is taking them all, every finger. Her sounds getting more fierce, more harried.

  Lucius rocks me gently with his steady thrusts, he knows to keep me focused on her, even while he takes his fill. I raise my gaze up her body. She lies back, body arched, her head pressed into the bed as she urges me inside. I twist my hand and cross my thumb across my palm, angling it to ease my way in. I use the thumb of my other hand to rub across her clit, replacing the attention of my tongue and watch captivated as her breasts undulate with her panted breaths. My knuckles meet with her tightened rim and I slow my movement, teasing at her, stretching her wider until she takes it all.

  She curses, ‘Oh. Oh. Oh.’

  I twist my hand inside and she thrashes, her cries out of control. I’m so far inside now, I fold my fingers to form a first and move within her, in and out, twisting a little. I know she’s close, I can feel it as her muscles clamp around me and mine do the same, the heat spreading like wildfire through my limbs.

  Her hands fly to her breasts and she gropes at them mindlessly, her legs hook around my head tight, her muscles clenching ever tighter, and then her body bucks her release on an almighty scream. The sound reverberates through the walls and I lose it with her, my forehead pressing into her belly as wave after wave rocks me. My arse clenches so tight around Lucius that he is pushed from within, but he is already gone. His come spurts over my back as he cries out, his thighs pressing hard against my own.

  I look to my Domina, and she watches him come over me, both eyes and mouth wide. I slip my hand gently out and press a kiss to her curls. I wait for her body to relax into the bed before I’m ready to ask, ‘Would Domina like us to leave now?’

  ‘No.’ She shakes her head and pushes herself up to sitting. I go to move back and she stops me. I arch my head back to look up at her, but her eyes are on my back as she reaches over me to stroke at the spill.

  ‘I am sorry, Domina.’ I hear Lucius say and I realise he is worried for the mess.

  ‘Don’t be,’ she says, massaging my skin. ‘Gaius tells me I need to learn the ways of Tiberius, before I am exposed to them first-hand.’

  She says it thoughtfully and I know she is pondering the future.

  I rest back on my haunches to look up at her. ‘We will teach you all we can.’

  ‘And I cannot wait.’

  Her smile is heated, and I know her body already warms for more, just as mine does. No need to pause, no need to recover, as is the splendour of being a woman. Although in truth, Lucius will not take long to follow suit.

  I send him a look and catch the heat of his smile. He is thinking the same.

  ‘Come, lie with me.’

  She gives the order and we both move. Lucius is careful to place me in the middle, he knows his place, he knows the rules of his Dominus and they suit my heart well. They suit his too.

  It is the perfect arrangement.

  Perfect.

  Lucky.

  Hope.

  I have it all. And as I curve into the back of my Domina, my lips press into her shoulder, the kiss delivered on instinct as gratitude overcomes me. I don’t just feel lucky and filled with hope, I feel safe. And safe is something I have never
felt before.

  The End