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This is my first english story so i'm sorry if my english is not good!
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A letter, then another letter and even a letter.
Seven letters took shape on my arm and remained imprinted forever. Line after line, my hand would not stop to trace the route of each letter, to go along with the dark dust.
Tiberius, that was my name.
It was the first thing I learned to write.
Day after day I saw always the same letters and the same movements. Day after day, I imitated those letters and movements. Day after day I had learned.
Leddicus was usually to tell me what to write: "Tiberius is a nice boy", "Tiberius has two coins", "Tiberius has many friends."
Slowly I was able to write without the constant presence of the master by my side, without telling me what to write or show me the movements to do it properly. Slowly I was also able to write what other people in the house said to me: "Tiberius is a slave", "Tiberius costs two coins", "Tiberius has no friends", "Tiberius is a whore."
Leddicus had discovered quickly enough, his fury, however, was not dissipated just as quickly.
But it was not mad at me, knew that I would never be able to write in a language that was not my own, something that I had never heard, knowing that my thoughts had not such deviations.
The fury of Leddicus had hit me when I had initially refused to reveal the author of these words.
I was young and naive, I thought that if I kept the secret the others had accepted more easily. But that was not the case.
It was then that I learned what was right and what was wrong.
Right, wrong, good, bad.
Were the categories.
I had learned and I realized that it did not matter what others say of me, because the others were wrong, why say "Tiberius is a bitch with tongue too long" was wrong.
Right, however, was a small key tattooed on my right shoulder: a symbol of possession and power Leddicus poured for me.
Right was that possessed only me, because I was the master's carnal slave.
Just me.
"Tiberius".
Lips that were not mine pronounced my name, calling my mind lost in old memories, those made of images and words, poor faded colors and embarrassed sounds.
Leddicus had never liked the rooms too bright. With wrinkled fingers lazily followed the outline of a lighted candle, the only light source. The flame seemed to play chasing his fingertips, unable to reach ever.
The shadow of the imposing dimensions took his seat on the wall behind him, while mine is barely visible, completely outdone by her. As our entities in life: my figure paled compared to his.
While I was curled up in front of him on a bed of pillows, stretched out a leg, translucent purple dress I wore slipped gently downwards, exposing the bare side.
The wrinkles of the face of Leddicus became more pronounced, for a moment.
The silence was restored among us, just fragmented by imperceptible whisper my name, it was so clear that it is completely audible the slow passing of the fingertips on my legs.
The master watched the sinuous gait of my fingers started from the ankle and then disappeared beneath the hem of my dress, and climbed the stairs formed by my ribs, I could count them one after the other, I had the impression that he never known so well my body. It seemed that I lived through myself and through my master.
No hurry bent the other leg, and the garment, open in front, slid to the sides of my chest.
The candlelight drew an interesting play of light and shadows on my skin.
"Why you are not wearing the gold dress, Tiberius?".
I smiled: "It's old," I whispered, slipping on the carpet and sitting up, swinging the robe I discovered entirely shoulder. "But if you want I will wear it again" I said, turning my head towards my bare shoulder.
The candle was about to go out at all, but the heat seemed to have become even more intense. Our eyes could not turn away from each other.
I got up, suddenly, and with a slow pace I walked over to him. The dress swung at every step up to slide completely to the ground, with a swish curled around my bare feet. I reached my master. The hand of Leddicus imperceptibly touched the outline of my naked side. "I will grant your every wish," blew, sweet and sensual. Slowly took one of his hands and I followed with my lips sturdy profile of his fingers.
His forehead beaded with sweat. I knew he was shivering from the desire that had my lips to dry. "Yours is a slow torture, Tiberius," his voice trembled. "You know that I can not give voice to my wishes. My age will not let me. "
Sighing, I gave up in his arms. Leddicus put me on his chest. "My little Tiberius...".
I closed my eyes and opened them again. "You kill me", took his hands, large and rough, and I put them on my chest. "You kill me, denying me your caresses. I have lived all my life for them"
Leddicus brushed with his nose my hair from my neck. Intensely, sniffed the smell of my skin. "I do not want to kill you."
"Yes, you do! If you really want to do it thrust me through with your rod!" with one hand I followed curls of his gown at the pubic, testing with my finger the outline of his soft sex. "But gently".
I stroked his cock feeling it grow and come alive under my touch. When Leddicus was built at all, I drew the sword and prepared meat and muscle to sink within me. Pierced me, slowly, to the hilt. Entered and exited in a succession of movements became faster. His blade went through several times.
"Tiberius… Tiberius ... I'm ... I'm ... Oh gods ...", moaned, and I felt his penis harden and swell inside my body.
When death was near, moaning, I exploded in a mild orgasm. Mild but satisfying. My abdomen was flooded with a viscous liquid, which slowly slipped on the carpet as white blood, then I crouched down between his legs to accommodate his pleasure.
His member knew about me and him.
Our flavors were united, just as were our bodies before they returned two.
I swallowed it all, in silence, with his hands Leddicus caressed the base of my neck and tugged my hair. While orgasm dissolved his body and his penis became soft, I abandoned them and getting up quickly, with a white stream that was running down my chin. I picked up it and with a finger I took it to my lips, for no particular reason, just for the pleasure of seeing my reflection in the master's eyes.
Leddicus rested, tired, his forehead on my belly dirty, he kissed my navel and then leaned against my abdomen. I ran a hand through his hair, faded by time. I loved playing to put my fingers in the rings formed by his curls.
"You'll be my death", he said, moving his mouth against my skin, the impact of his hot breath on my lap wet made me shudder.
You already are.
The words that followed killed my thoughts: "You'll be the death of any man," he sighed, closing his eyes, his eyelashes pleasantly tickled my belly.
Any man...
The movement of my fingers stopped, those words swirled in my mind to stun me.
Squeezed my eyes, annoyed.
Leddicus was my man. Him was a first for me and him would be the last, if I would not have other masters after him. Several times I had seen the other slaves of the house lying between them, at the beginning I also envied them: their slavery did not prevent them to love who they wanted. Mine did it. But, after all, that was my slavery, but I did not consider it as slavery.
Leddicus had never treated me as a slave. Him had bought me, it is true, but also educated, trained, bred. Maybe even taught, but I could not imagine me alongside another man.
"Tiberius ...", his voice aroused my attention, and his eyes were drowned in my eyes, trying to suck my thoughts from the irises.
A slight smile pursed my lips, "I want to go to bed," I muttered, wearily, and the key on my shoulder burned as it if had just been tattooed. Was she remember me which was my place in the social order. Without it I would never be able to say "I want" to my master. A slave the word "will" should not even think about it. A slave whatever, maybe. But I, with that key, I was not.
"Never my ears have heard the sweetest melody."
My smile widened, "You would have been a good poet."
He slowly stood up and adjusted his robes, dissolving our embrace. "Honestly," he said, staring into my eyes.
I kissed him on the lips, "I know."
Slowly, Leddicus, raised his hand and placed it on my neck, along with the fingertips the outline of my collar. Him played with the underlying skin, caressing her with his lips. His mouth moved to my ear and kissed it loudly. A tingling annoying buzzed in my head, but that did not stop me smile again. "Our alcove is cold," I whispered, while his hands caressed my naked back.
"It would be good that you went to warm it up, then. I'll join you, I have to give the last orders to others. "
The others, called them always so in my presence, out of respect. Perhaps he thought that if he said the other slaves I would have offended, but I would never deny my body. It was my job to give it to him.
Leddicus feared that what bound me to him were only a collar and a tattoo, and that without them I would have taken refuge in the arms of another man. Maybe younger and beautiful. Maybe.
The back of Leddicus slowly disappeared from my view, becoming a white spot getting smaller and faded into the background of the dark corridor.
I yawned.
I was tired.
I felt that my body needed sleep.
I walked over to the bed and lay down between the sheets. My hands traversed paths: slid on my belly and then went towards the neck, across the chest. The right hand went alone to the left arm, stroking my name. "Tiberius", I uttered it. "Goodnight Tiberius."
I collapsed on the pillow and came to my mind days, words and emotions.
The candle had burned completely.
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