Her tummy contracted at her groaned-out name. Liq
uid heat seeped between her legs. She shifted to the other, repeating the attention, her hands taking hold of his cock, her tongue still probing, her mouth still sucking. He bucked within her grasp, his thrust ragged with his barely constrained need.
‘Aurelia.’ It was a warning. He was close.
She smiled around him, her hands gripping to pump him harder.
‘Aurelia.’
Another warning. She liked the warnings. Liked that he was heading out of control and at her hand. Loving that their slaves bore witness to it all.
He groaned, his head thrashing back before dropping forward once more, his eyes fixed on where her hands worked him, where her tongue toyed, her lips caressed. His own mouth parted as he worked to breathe.
She dropped one hand to stroke between his legs, freeing her mouth to nudge his cock inside, just the tip. She parted slowly, steadily, watching his eyes plead with her. She opened further, taking him in deeper and sucking back on the release, making him spasm, the air hissing through his teeth. He was working so hard to hold back.
But not tonight dear husband, tonight you’re losing it.
She filled her mouth with as much as she could take, her hand working the remainder, both grip and mouth undulating as he started to pant.
She looked to the doorway, to their slaves, and feasted on the heat of their gaze. Her blood pumped thick and fast through her veins, pleasure-filled warmth fuelling the pulsing ache down low and she clenched her thighs tight to nurse it.
He started to thrust uncontrollably, the thick head of his cock smacking with the back of her throat, making her gag as she took more and more of him. Going until she tasted his seed start to spill and pushing further.
He groaned low in his throat, his hands flying to her hair. He grasped her tight as her name ripped from him, his release coming with it. She continued to move, her mouth draining him of every last drop, the feeling of power making her dizzy with need.
‘You are incredible,’ he whispered, his hands now soft in her hair, his fingers caressing as he rocked gently within her mouth, waiting for her to drink his last.
She slipped him from her lips and stood, her hands rising to rest upon his shoulders as the ache between her thighs drove out her request. ‘So incredible you might return the favour?’
His eyes roamed over her, their heat leaving a fiery trail over her skin. ‘It would be my pleasure.’
He dropped to his knees and she trembled with anticipation, her legs weakening as his hands parted her to the arrival of his mouth.
She gripped at his shoulders––perhaps the bed would be…
His tongue swept over her and all thought of bed died. Her head rolled back, her eyes catching sight of their audience, and the salacious heat swirled uncontrollably through her limbs.
He groaned against her, the sound rumbling through her clit as his hands flew out to grip at her arse, holding her against him. Unrelenting, he lapped at her, his ferocity making her buck wildly. Her nipples screamed for attention and she came to their aid, groping, pinching, plucking at their pleading peaks. Her toes curled into the ground, every muscle drawing tight as the sensation spread and her bucks became stilted.
And then she shattered above him, her eyes clamped shut, her head thrown back, her cry echoing around the room as wave after wave hit her.
She dropped her hands to his shoulders, her head falling forward as her eyes met the heated glaze of his and she smiled. ‘Welcome home, husband.’
He returned her smile. ‘If that is how I am to be welcomed, I’ll go away more often.’ And then his expression stilled, only for a second, but it was there, she spied it before he could hide it, before he got to his feet and buried her head against him.
The chill seeped back into her sated body and she pulled herself tighter against him, feeding off his warmth, trying to fend it off. The question was there, riding the tip of her tongue––what did they want?––but fear kept her silent.
Instead, she breathed in his scent, listened to his heart beat beneath her and prayed it was all in her head.
Chapter Three
Lucia
My luck has run out.
I have been sold.
No, not sold.