Rhea looked up at her master as he held her. He had spent himself
again, and she was giving him time to catch his breath before really beginning
her demonstration. They were both flushed and sticky from the warmth of their
bodies, but he looked reasonably content. She smiled up as she plotted her next move. He would not accept her in
a dominant role, but had agreed to let her lead. She was thinking desperately
of what she had and had not done with him, that was submissive enough for him
to accept. She came up with three suitable positions and several acts to try.
Shaking off the lassitude that had followed her satiation, she rolled out of
his arms and stood. Posing seductively beside the bed, she bounced a large breast in the
palm of her hand and leered. "Come on, love, go another round with Topaz
Tigress," she wheedled, in the voice that had made her a favorite in the
Scarlet Lily. The Dark Lord looked at her, about half asleep. Seeing what
she was up to, he smiled slightly and reached for her. "My turn, Master, if you wish," she whispered, easing into his arms.
She kissed him long and deep before she released him. "Did they really call you Topaz Tigress?" he asked. "Yes, Master. Look at my eyes in the torchlight." He had looked at them often enough, but now, with the influence of
strong arousal, they looked different. The brown had lightened to a golden
color, the shade of the fawn topaz earrings she now wore which he had given
her years ago. "I see," he said, kissing her. "Close your eyes, Topaz
Tigress. I have something for you." Rhea closed her eyes, enjoying a rapport
she had not experienced for months. The Dark Lord took her hand and guided it on a slow tour of first her
body and then his own. He ended and let her encircle his shaft with her
fingers. He was still flaccid and she opened her eyes. "Close them. This is yours, to enjoy for as long as I see fit to permit
it. If I do not like anything, your privilege is revoked and we will finish
this night in the dungeon. Understood, slave girl?" "Yes, Master," she responded, knowing now what she was risking. "Then begin," he commanded, releasing her. Rhea lay beside him for a moment, curled next to the lean, strong body
she adored. Then, opening her eyes, she stood and reached out to him. "If
you would stand, my master?" she asked, readying her plans. The Dark Lord stood up next to her, and she reached for his lips. "I
have many secrets, Master," she whispered. "Perhaps I should show you some of
them. This is called," she said, standing on tiptoe to kiss his temples, "The
Satin Spiral." Her tongue moved across his forehead to the other temple.
Nibbling on his left earlobe, her hands began to caress his body in an ever-
downward spiral. They moved slowly, at the same rate as her mouth, stroking
his shoulders as she planted light kisses on his eyelids. As her tongue grazed his lips, he reached out with his own, stopping her
for a moment. Her hands kneaded the flesh beneath them like a cat's paws. He
took a firm grip on her, fully intending to end her teasing, but she broke the
kiss and looked up at him, hurt. Reluctantly, he let go, determined to see
what other things she had in store for him. She passed his chin and then moved over beside him. Running her tongue
along the line of nerves just beneath his ear, she felt him clench his fists
and grit his teeth. A faint groan escaped him. She knew he liked it and
repeated the motion. "Once more, slave girl, and you won't finish," he warned her. She moved
on to nibble delicately at the back of his neck. Working her way down his spine, she came to the lowest left rib.
Tracing along that with her tongue, her hands now exploring the hard outline
of his hips, she began to lave her way up the left half of his rib cage. She
paused for a moment to suck at his nipple. As always, he clutched her hair. "You, Alia, and Elna are the only ones who do that right," he said,
enjoying the sensations. She found her way up to the collar-bones. Going
down the outside of his left arm, she felt the many scars unfold under her
lips. It was ironic that such a strong man scarred so easily, she thought as
she noticed one that she herself had left accidentally. His hands, the strong
broad hands with their long bony fingers, also fell under her ministrations.
She stroked all of the fingers, taking them one by one into her mouth and
swirling her tongue around them. She kissed the hollow of his palm and began
up the inside. Coming up to his shoulder, she traced across to the other side and
repeated her actions with his sword hand. Then she began down the right side
of his ribs. Reaching the lowest, she again moved behind him. Pausing for an
instant to wet her lips and tongue, she started down his spine again. Now came a moment of decision, should she start at the front or the
back, or should she work down one leg and up the other? Rhea pondered these
as she tasted each knob of bone scarcely covered by the scant flesh. Reaching
her decision and his hips at the same time, she moved back to the front of his
body. She was kneeling now and he looked tall, standing above her with his
eyes half-shut, enjoying her touch. She started down the right leg. The flat muscles of his thigh tensed as
she stroked them. He mumbled something incoherent as she flicked her tongue
across his hamstrings. Her hands braced her as she licked his ankles. A kiss
for each toe and a flick under the arch of his foot, and she repeated the
process on the other leg. Reaching his knee, she moved to the inside of his thigh, stroking,
licking and touching her teeth to it. She sensed a tension in his body that
had not been there, and moved to the outside. Coming up on his hip, she
followed the ridge of bone to the center of his body, and looked up. "Master," she said, "I know this is something you do not ask for, with
reasons I understand. But, please permit me, just this once. I cannot hurt
you, my master, my love, so please..." "I am gambling on you, slave. Do it." Moving carefully, she kissed the plum-shaped head and ran her tongue
down the length of him. Folding her lips over her teeth, she encompassed him,
swirling and flicking her tongue around him, always careful. She luxuriated
in the feeling of satiation that was accompanying this. It had been too long
since she had done it in a leisurely fashion. The few men who had trusted her
to do this had always taken charge, and had a tendency to gag her by thrusting
too deeply into her mouth. The Dark Lord stood, wobbling a bit. His favorite had surprised him in
a pleasant fashion yet again. The softness of her mouth, combined with the
constant dance of her tongue, were arousing him very quickly. This was
something he had been leery of. He had tried it once before, but she had been
as inexperienced as he and it was a dismal failure. He cleared his mind of
the thought. Now...now he was reaching one of the fastest climaxes of his
life. Sensing her master's readiness, Rhea moved away. Seeing the
disappointment which was beginning to fade to anger, she said, "There is still
more, if you want it." He looked down at her, still surprised. "More?" "Yes, Master. Let me show you." She paused briefly to wet her lips and
check for cuts. Having folded them over her teeth may not have been the
wisest choice, but definitely the safest. "Move your legs apart, Master, if
you would." She moved forward, between his feet and sat back on her heels.
"This will be a bit more risky for you. I cannot protect you as I did
before." She stretched up and encompassed the dangling sac with her mouth.
Careful not to close her teeth on it, she began running her tongue over it.
The two almond-sized solids parted and there was the distinct sensation of his
skin rubbing against itself from the inside. Oddly enough, to his mind, she began a toneless, tuneless drone. The
vibrations spread up into his lower abdomen and through his body. Again, his
body began to demand a release from this torturous pleasure. Releasing him,
Rhea scooted her knees further between his legs. She began stroking the long strip of skin, so well protected by his
thighs. Tingles began to run through him. This was completely new to him.
She licked as she would one of her girls, seeming to probe for an opening.
The strokes became longer as she worked her way further back. The Dark Lord was unsure Rhea would actually go through with the logical
conclusion; in fact, he had hoped she would not. The idea repulsed him. He
felt the first, feather-light touches of her tongue near the tightly clenched
sphincter. He grasped her hair and pulled her away rudely. "Where did you learn
that? It wasn't here." "No, Master. Diebe, the Satyr's Delight. The Scarlet Lily uses the
same method, but ends in the front." "How have you stayed in practice for nine years, then?" "Karab," she said quietly. Somehow, it was no surprise. The decadent
ruler of Pergamum had made a habit of requesting Rhea, and now he thought he
understood. "Go rinse your mouth. You have displeased me." "Yes, Master," she said, walking over to the basin. Pouring out a
handful of water, she swished it in her mouth for a few moments. She spat
into the basin. "Again," he commanded, as he opened the armoire. Taking out the whip
that hung on the door, he looked at the slave. She had finished rinsing and
now knelt before him, in the disgraced position. Her wrists and forehead were
on the floor, and he planted one bare foot on her wrists to hold her in place.
Striking her twice, moderately hard, he stepped off and returned the whip to
its peg. The red welts appeared on her back and she remained in the posture. "Do you know why you were just struck?" he asked. "I displeased you, Master. That is reason enough," she answered. Her
voice sounded strong. She was not crying. "Yes, it is. But you are not to repeat your error. Do you understand
what it was?" "Yes, Master. I should have stopped in the front. I deprived you of
your release." "Reason enough. Stand up." She stood with her eyes still on the floor.
"No, look at me." Frightened of meeting his eyes, knowing what she might see,
she lifted her eyes slowly. The cold dark eyes that met hers were not angry, merely not pleased. He
drew her in and searched her soul for the reasons behind her acts. The only
thing he saw in the topaz eyes was love. He took hold of her and drew her to
himself, releasing her eyes as he did. She rested against his chest, feeling
the beat of his heart. "You are no longer disgraced, slave girl. Your privilege has been
revoked. I will finish with you as I see fit. However, you still have
secrets to show me. I will find them out later." He picked her up easily,
although she knew she outweighed him by thirty pounds. Carrying her to the
bed, he set her down. "This time, you will not deprive me of release." And she did not.
