by Justus Roux
“Since you been such a good boy, Marcus, you may go to the playground.” Angelique ran her hands up his hard chest.
“Will you be alright, Mistress?” Marcus glared at Brent.
“That puppy, don’t worry my guardian, he is completely subdued, now go play.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Angelique tied the side of her skirt as she went over to Brent. “As for you….” She lightly ran her hands down his shirt. “You won’t be needing this.” She walked over to a large wooden trunk and pulled out a whip and a large silver dagger.
“You crazy bitch, untie me.” Brent struggled with the chains.
“Manners, puppy or I will make you Yves frilly plaything.” She gazed up into his brown eyes. “Umm, I like your eyes” She ran her hand over his face. “Oh yes, what hatred brews there, tell me why did you come here?” She pulled the dagger from its satiny sheath. “You obviously don’t belong here.” She ran the dagger down his shirt. Brent stayed perfectly still. “You don’t look like the kind of man that wants to be dominated by a woman. Believe me, I can tell, oooommm, the eagerness in a man’s eyes when he wants to be my slave.” In one quick movement the dagger sliced through his shirt. Angelique moved the torn fabric out of the way letting her hands feel his soft, hard, well defined chest. She brought the dagger to the strap of his tank top. “What’s your name?” Her fingers went to his lips.
“Brent.” He wasn’t about to argue with a woman who had a dagger so close to his throat.
“Nice.” She sliced through the strap of the tank top on the right side of his body; the fabric fell to the ground. “Tell me Brent why are you here.” She placed the dagger on the strap of the left side of the tank top. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Brent.” She sliced through the strap the remaining bit of material fell from his upper body.
“I am bringing my brother home.”
Angelique burst into laughter. “Do you honestly believe I would allow you to take my love’s favorite slave?” Her coarse laugh chilled Brent. The woman’s voice and laughter didn’t match her appearance. She looked like a delicate beauty, almost tender, innocent. The deep, sultriness of her voice belong to a vixen not this petite, beauty. “Dante would hunt you down.” She brought the dagger to Brent’s jeans. “If I make you afraid, then I suggest not messing with my Master.”
“I am not afraid of you.”
“Then why has the fight left you.” She popped the buttons off his jeans with the dagger.
“You have a dagger at my cock.” He flatly stated.
Angelique laughed loudly. “Smart puppy aren’t you.” She pulled his pants down to his ankles. “Umm, I see your cock likes me.” She grabbed it firmly in her hands and placed the dagger to the base. She looked into his eyes and smiled, he held his fear well.
She threw the dagger to the side and bent down and picked up the whip. “Bazil will stay until Dante grows tired of him. Judging by the way he pampers Bazil I don’t think that will happen soon.” She walked behind him and brought the whip down across his back. “But, you however are trapped here.”
“I am leaving with my brother bitch, make no mistake about it.” Brent cringed with the sting of her whip.
“You’re leaving when the time you have paid for is over. By yourself or….” She hit him again. “If you decide you can’t live without me and of course if you please me I will let you stay.”
“I will kill you first.” Brent shuttered when Angelique started to laugh again.
Chapter 5
Angelique strolled down the hall, her high-heels clicking on the stone floors. Every one of her slaves knew that sound. She wanted Dante, needed to touch him, to hear his voice, to smell his masculine musk. She could feel the eyes of her male slaves on her as she passed by some of their chambers.
“Mistress.” Raven called out. She did love playing with her favorite but not while Dante was here. Dante was everything, he her obsession, the only man who could dominate her, the only man she would kill for.
“Go to the playground, my sweet.” She stroked his face then continued down the hall. Finally she could see the large wooden doors of the chamber she made just for Dante. As she slowly opened the doors she heard his delicious moaning, her body instantly on fire by that sound. When she entered she saw the cause of her lover’s delight. Dante was lying on the enormous bed as Bazil caressed his ass with his tongue, mouth and fingers.
Angelique moved to the bed, she climbed in and sat next to Dante. Her hands caressed his back while she watched Bazil bring her love so much pleasure.
“Mmmm, Bazil.” Dante reached his hand back and grabbed Bazil’s head pushing him closer. “Yes, like that.” Dante kept his hand there wanting to feel Bazil’s mouth and tongue in his ass. Bazil’s tongue circled and poked into his ass in a precise rhythm that caused Dante’s cock to twitch. “Oh yes.” Dante groaned removing his hand from Bazil’s head and placing it on Angelique’s thigh. “Yes, Bazil, keep going, mmmm.” Dante turned so he could lay his head on Angelique’s lap. She continued to stroke his back with one hand and played with his hair with the other, all the while watching Bazil.
“Master.” Bazil purred as he continued to caress Dante’s ass.
Angelique looked into Dante’s face; the pure pleasure there pleased her. Bazil would be rewarded. She moved the braids from his face, he the most handsome man she ever laid eyes on.
“Bazil, oooo, yess.” Dante began to get on all fours. Bazil laid down on the bed under him, now licking frantically at Dante’s cock. Dante reached down and grabbed a handful of Bazil’s hair. He looked up straight into Angelique’s eyes as he straightened his body up so now he was on his knees straddling Bazil’s head. He scooted forward and lowered his ass down onto Bazil’s face. Angelique knew now what he wanted. She crawled over to him; she grabbed his cock and took it in her mouth. His hands went to her back and caressed, as he thrust his cock into her mouth.
“Bazil, mmmm, keep licking, oooo yess!!!” Dante grabbed Angelique’s head taking handfuls of her hair into his fist. He thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. “Suck my fucking cock, woman!!!” He screamed out. Angelique almost came hearing his lust filled voice. “Yess, suck my cock, mmmm” Dante stopped then lowered down more onto Bazil’s face. “Fucking yes my Bazil!!!” Dante screamed ramming all his cock into Angelique’s mouth, his cum filled her mouth, she tried to swallow but the sheer amount of juice that flowed from his cock was too much. What she couldn’t swallow ran out of her mouth. He let go of her head, she sat up and wipe the extra cum from her face. Dante still sat on Bazil’s face his breathing rapid as his eyes closed. “Your tongue feels so fucking good, my Bazil.” Dante purred.
Angelique hurried to him rubbing and kissing his chest. Dante tangled his hand in her hair. “Bend over.” He said looking down at her. “Bazil, mmmm, oh yes, I need more….ahhhh.” He grabbed Angelique’s hips and impaled her with his now hard again cock. “Ride my cock.” His breathing more erratic, she knew it wouldn’t take long for him to cum. “Ride me Angel…ride me.” He growled. Angelique now really inspired, she loved when he called her Angel, he the only man allowed to. She grinded her hips into him, squeezed her pussy tight.
“Yesss!!!!” Dante screamed grabbing her hips, burying his cock as deep as it would go in her and held her there. After a couple of minutes he let her go. She turned around and laid back into the bed. A smile swept across her face as she watched his cock harden again. She saw Bazil’s hand go to Dante’s cock, he stroked at a slow even pace, Dante still sitting firmly on his face.
“Bazil, ooooommmmyesss!!!” Dante screamed. “Don’t stop, yes,yes, fuck my ass with that tongue, mmm, yess, yess, yess!!!!” Dante roared his cum shot straight into the air. “OH FUCK YESS, YESS!!!!” Dante tangled both hands in Bazil’s hair and sat firmly down on his face. Dante closed his eyes then shuttered before slowly getting off of Bazil. “My Bazil.” He pulled Bazil up to him. “Mmmm, my Bazil.” He buried his face in Bazil’s hair.
“Master.�
� Angelique sat straight up; she was getting jealous, the Mistress of this castle, actually getting jealous with this scene.
“What is wrong my Mistress?” Dante nuzzled his face against the top of Bazil’s head.
“Why not hold me like that?” she pouted.
“Then rim me that good, mmm, my Bazil.” Dante laid down taking Bazil with him. “That was so good, I am most pleased.”
“Thank you Master.”
“Bazil.” Dante began to pet his favorite.
Angelique snuggled up to the other side of him. “Jealous is not like you, Mistress.” Dante petted her gently.
“You are right, I am sorry Master.” Angelique popped up. “I almost forgot I have a gift for you.”
“I’m intrigued, but for now let me hold both of you for awhile.”
Angelique smiled and snuggled back down against his chest. The gentle strokes of his hand made her temporary jealousies forgotten.
Chapter 6
Brent’s arms were growing tired being stretched out like this. That damn Angelique left him tied up to these marble posts. He heard the door open and a small gentle looking woman entered.
“If you promise not to hurt me, I will unhook you.” She stood in front of Brent with her eyes turned to the ground.
“I won’t hurt you.” Brent watched her unhook the ankle shackles first; he quickly moved his legs together. She had to get a stool to unhook the wrist shackles. He rubbed his wrists, his body a little weaken from hanging their so long.
“Please change into this.” She handed him a pair of soft leather pants.
“Thank you.” Brent kicked off his jeans and slipped on the pants. “What is your name?” He asked zipping up his pants.
“I am Aurora.”
“I’m Brent. Thank you very much Aurora.”
“Please follow me.” Her eyes still looking at the ground.
“Wait.” Brent grabbed her arm.
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” Aurora coiled up from his touch.
“I won’t hurt you. You need not be afraid of me. I just wanted to know where you were taking me.” Brent let her go and backed away from her.
“To your quarters.”
“I have quarters, huh?”
“Of course, you are a male.” She headed toward the door.
“What does that mean?” Brent followed her.
“Males are given quarters, that way if Mistress wants to…play with them…well let’s say it is easier for her. Females belong in the playground.” Aurora looked back making sure he was still following her down the hall.
“Playground?” Brent followed her into a small room. There was a bed, dresser and little else.
“The Playground is where the males go when they have pleased Mistress; this is also where all the females are kept. Mistress has little personal use for us; we exist only to pleasure her males.” Aurora looked up at him then quickly back down. “Your quarters are small now, but when you have pleased Mistress she will grant you better.” She started to leave.
“Wait.” Brent gently grabbed her arm this time she didn’t coil.
“Where would Dante stay?”
“Why do you want to know that?” She looked up at him slowly.
“I need to know.” Brent gazed into her gentle blue-green eyes. She was like a porcelain doll.
“Please I must go to Master Dante now, I can’t be late.” She pulled her arm from him.
“Why? Wait.”
“I am his gift from Mistress.” Aurora hurried to the door then turned around. “Stay away from Master Dante.” She raced from the room.
Brent sat down on the bed. The woman was terrified and he had a feeling it wasn’t because of him. He remembered the frighten look on Jarvis’ face and the way Dante easily overtook him. Then Angelique’s words hit him, you however are trapped here.
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Aurora stood still in a large bathing area as two female servants bathe her. After thoroughly cleansing her, they took rose scented water and rinsed her off. Aurora climbed out of the water and straight to where two more female servants stood. One dried her off and wrapped a small sheer cloth around her waist, tying it just below her hips. The other carefully applied makeup and brushed out her long, silky ash blonde hair.
“Let me see you.” The sound of Angelique’s voice caused all the servants to go to their knees. Aurora slowly turned to her. “You have very beautiful breasts.” Angelique moved Aurora’s hair away from her breasts. “Make sure your hair doesn’t cover them. Now follow me.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“If you don’t please my love, I will beat you.”
“I will not shame you Mistress.” Aurora followed Angelique down the corridor. The closer they got to Dante’s chambers the more terrified she became. She was the newest to the playground and the other females told of Dante’s cruelty.
Angelique opened the door then turned around. “You stay here.”
“Yes Mistress.” Aurora watched Angelique disappear into the chamber. Aurora’s mind trying to form a mental picture of Dante, for she has yet to see him in person, and only had what the other women had said to go on. She tried not to shake, for her fear might insult him. She heard Angelique’s laughter along with a man’s deep rich laugh. As her terror mounted she wished she never laid eyes on Demetri, he was the one who gave her to Angelique. Her body shuttered thinking of his betrayal, he said he loved her, she gave her submission to him and he betrayed her to gain Master Dante’s favor. Aurora quickly cleared her mind when Angelique came back out.
“You better not shame me girl.” Angelique glared at her then walked away.
Aurora took a deep breath then opened one of the large wooden doors. Oh my God, she whispered as she looked over the large man sitting on the bed.
“Come here.” Dante growled.
“Yes Master Dante.” She looked to the ground and proceeded to the bed. She felt his eyes caress her. She tried to focus, but her fear was starting to when out. He was even more intimidating looking than she expected. She stood in front of him, her eyes still turned to the ground.
“What is your name?”
“Aurora.” She started to shake.
“Aurora, that is a beautiful name is it your own or did Angelique give it to you?”
“It is my name, Sir.”
“Sir, huh, Demetri was your trainer?”
Her eyes shot up for a moment then quickly back down. “Yes, Sir.”
“Well, you will address me as Master not as you would my pompous pupil.”
“Yes Master.” Aurora tried disparately to control her shaking. She almost jumped when he touched her arm.
“Mmmm.” He pulled her to him, so now she was sitting on his lap. “You are beautiful.”
“Thank you Master.”
“What skills did Angelique teach you?”
Aurora stood up then fell to her knees in front of him reaching up for the zipper of his pants. “Not yet.” He pulled her back up onto his lap then he climbed onto the bed taking her with him. “Lay down.”
“Yes Master.”
“I frighten you don’t I?” His hand leisurely ran down her breast, tracing a line to her belly button.
“Yes Master.”
“Don’t be frightened.” He attached his mouth to her erect nipple. Aurora was stunned, she didn’t expect this. “You may touch me Aurora.”
She brought her hand to his long braids then to his broad shoulders. She felt him lay more of his weight on her, heard the popping sound of her nipple leaving his mouth. Felt as he licked between her breasts. She let out a small moan as he licked down her body. He pulled the tie of her skirt with his teeth, breathing deeply as he pulled the skirt open. His fingers ran through the silky and neatly groomed hair that covered her pussy. “Spread your legs.”
“Yes Master.”
Dante lowered his head down and lapped at her pussy. “Caress your breasts.”
“Yes Master.”
Dante licked and su
cked on her clit, the sensation so wonderful Aurora was quickly building to an orgasm. “May I cum Master?”
“Mmm, you are trained well. Yes, cum my beauty.”
Aurora squeezed her breasts and rode out her orgasm in silence for he didn’t give her permission to vocalize her orgasm. “Very good, Aurora.” Dante stood up and removed his pants. He feasted on the delicate looking woman.
“What is your pleasure Master?”
“Let me see you play with your pussy.”
“Yes Master.”
His eyes followed her hand as she stroked her clit. Her fingers moved in long even strokes, then circled, she repeated this rhythm as she continued. “Spread that pussy open.” Dante walked around to the foot of the bed. Aurora spread her pussy lips giving him a delicious view of her treasure. The moisture glisten from her clit, his eyes slowly traveled down every fold of her pussy. Dante climbed onto the bed and between her legs. He positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. He watched her face as he entered her pussy, stretching, filling her. He thrust slowly as he laid more of his weight on her wanting to feel her petite body under his.
“May I touch you Master?”
“You may.”
She gently caressed his back as he continued his slow ride. She grunted softly when he laid more of his weight on her. He grabbed the bars of the headboard as he continued thrusting. His braids covered her face; she had to take shallow breaths due to him laying more of his weight on her. He grunted and growled as his thrusts became faster. He lowered his arms down to her shoulders lifting up onto his elbows. His braids were like a curtain hanging all around her head. He came up on his knees taking her hips with him, still pounding at her pussy. She was now half lifted off the bed as he gripped her hips and thrusts wildly into her. His cock felt so good, the way he slammed her then grinded into her rubbing her clit, filling her pussy. She arched up squeezing her breast as another orgasm rushed her. “Yes, Aurora show me the pleasure I bring to you. Tell me.”