There had always been many slaves at the villa, all varied from many corners of the continent, and some even further than that. Despite their differences, Seppia had no interest in ever discovering anything about them. She did not care where they were born, who their parents were or how many siblings they had. To her they were beneath her, little better than animals. The rest of her family had a slightly improved attitude, as they were not unkind to their slaves, like many Romans tended to be. They were stern, but not abusive. In fact, before his death, Seppia's father Marcellus had been known to make a humorous remark for the amusement of his slaves.
Now that her parents had left the mortal world, Seppia and her brother inherited their property, including all of their slaves. Sometimes her brother Seppius complained that they had more slaves than necessary and that they should sell some, but Seppia always managed to quell such thoughts.
"They are needed to help oversee the maintenance of our home," she commented to him, as they arrived home from spending an afternoon at their cousin Sextus' villa. "Who would we call upon to tend to the gardens? And I suppose you would expect us to prepare our own meals?"
Seppius scowled, a common expression on his face. Seppia could remember her brother when he was younger, much more carefree and lighthearted. Now with the death of their parents, his responsibilities were heavy, and he had become dour and often unpleasant, no longer playing tricks on her or singing her songs.
"Of course not," he snapped at her. "But how many are needed for each task?"
"Then who do you propose we get rid of?" she demanded, her eyes sweeping the front entrance of the villa. "Perhaps Avelina?" she pointed to the girl vigorously scrubbing the floors. At the sound of her name, the girl looked up.
"Apologies Domina?" she asked, a confused look in her eye. As they looked down at her, Seppius could not help but note that even though she was a common slave, she was more beautiful than any of the Roman women he was acquainted with, and she was without the cosmetics, garments and jewelry at their disposal. Her simple linen dress did little to hide the curves she had been given when she flowered into a woman. Her hair, a mixture of brown and gold had been fixed in a pile on top of her head to keep out of her eyes, but a few tendrils had escaped to frame her face. Her cheeks were pink from exertion and her eyes glittered like sapphires.
Avelina was a Germanic girl, and had been brought to their house as a small child. She was a few years younger than Seppius, and they had become adults together. He could not remember a time when she was not in his home, and before his mother died, she had asked Seppius and his father to make sure she remained untouched for as long as possible, as she was quite fond of the pretty slave.
"I was just informed by my brother that he has motives to sell you," Seppia teased cruelly, before walking away to her chambers. She snapped her fingers at her personal slave, who followed behind quickly. Avelina's blue eyes filled with concern, as she watched Seppia depart. Seppius glared after his sister, before he looked back at his slave.
"Pay no mind to her silly comments," he told her. "She can be such a child."
"You should wish for her to be innocent," she replied, softly, not meeting his eyes as she placed the rag back in the pail and stood up. "The world is a harsh place." She went to walk past him, to clean another area of the floor, but he caught her. His arm wrapped around her slim waist, and he hauled her to him.
"Is that how you greet your Dominus?" he asked, his voice quiet, and Avelina could not tell from his tone if he was teasing or genuinely annoyed. She had learned that he was a hard man to read. One moment he would be laughing, and the next, cold and angry. She stared up into his dark eyes, trying to interpret his expression. His jaw was clenched and his hands were clamped tightly to her waist. She did the only thing she knew might appease him. She lifted her head towards him and pressed her lips gently to his. Within moments, he gripped the back of her neck, and took control of her mouth, kissing her passionately.
She pulled away after a deep, hard kiss, panting heavily. "Dominus, we should conceal ourselves when indulging in such acts," she sighed, pressing her hands against his chest, as he nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. He found her more drugging than opium, his senses seized by her mere presence.
"You are mine," he whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver. "I can do as I please with my property, in my home." He captured her lips again and she forgot where they were. His lips forced all reason from her mind. Seppius grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her from the hall, to his private chambers. Avelina cried out in surprise as he threw her against a table, hoisting her upon the wood, moving between her legs.
"Dominus, I have tasks to finish," she gasped. His hands were everywhere, and it was hard to recall those responsibilities.
"This is your task presently," Seppius stated, moving her simple dress up around her waist, leaving her bare. He tugged it down off of her shoulders, exposing her breasts, cupping them with his hands. She moaned and threw her head back, abandoning her attempts to resist him. "The delights of your body cause immense distraction. All day, I have thought of nothing but the moment I could be inside of you."
Avelina pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around his hips. "Then what is cause of delay?"
Seppius smirked as he hurriedly rid himself of his own clothing. "The reason escapes me." And with that, he thrust inside of her, both groaning in relief. Their coupling was frantic and wild, the only sounds being the cries of pleasure and crashing of furniture against the wall. Avelina clung tightly to him, digging her nails into his back as his hips slammed against hers. His hand moved between her thighs to stroke her in time with his thrusts.
"Oh Dominus!" she cried, grasping his upper arms firmly. Seppius looked down into her eyes, enjoying the rapture he set upon her.
"I have spoken to you about my distaste for that term when we are engaged in such activities." He wanted her to call him by his name whenever they were together, which Avelina felt was an unwise decision. It broke the walls down even further between them.
"Apologies," she responded, breathlessly. She bit down on her lip as she neared her release. Seeing this, Seppius adjusted his body, the new angle increasing the intensity of his movements. She held him tighter, so tightly Seppius predicted there would be marks from her fingernails for days to come.
"Seppius!" she screamed, one final time. She climaxed, clenching around him. The sound of his name and the sensation of her body caused his release as well, and he spilled himself inside of her. They were silent, except for the heavy panting, still joined and wrapped around each other, sweaty and physically drained. Avelina was trembling, her legs felt like pillars of sand, and she was afraid to move, should she collapse.
"Did your previous thoughts equate to reality?" she asked him once she caught her breath. He lifted his head from where it rested on her shoulder and smiled at her, a rare sight. He was so handsome, she wished for him to do it more often.
"No," he answered simply. "They seldom do. Your presence under my hands fares superior."
Whenever he spoke like this, she could not help but feel a girlish thrill. She allowed herself the feeling for a moment only, before squashing it and removing it from her heart.
"I need a bath," he said suddenly, and she groaned at the loss of him from her body. Avelina quickly dressed herself, enjoying the view of his backside as he walked naked from one room to the next.
He turned back to look at her, a quizzical look in his eye. "Why are you clothed?"
Avelina stopped. "I can hardly wash the floors nude, Dominus."
Seppius grinned and shook his head. "I have not given permission for you to take leave from my side."
"Do you not desire a sanitary home?" she asked.
"I desire you naked in the bath more," he replied, pulling her with him.
Once the bath was ready, Avelina set herself down on the top step. Seppius settled himself between her legs on the second step, and leaned back against her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he gave a satisfied sigh, which turned into a groan when she kneaded his muscles.
"Are you content, Dominus?" she murmured in his ear.
"I am in a warm bath with a beautiful woman," he answered. "I doubt there is a thing better." She smiled and continued to massage his shoulders. "Or a thing worse if removed."
"I strive to contribute only to your enjoyment," Avelina told him, lightly nibbling on his ear lobe. Seppius turned in her arms and kissed her deeply, exploring her body with his hands, like he had many times before. It was her turn to sigh with happiness, and she lost track of time. When he finally pulled away, she noticed that the water had become cool.
"Come," he said, before kissing her lightly on the nose. "I shall take you to bed and tend to you properly." He stepped out of the bath, and Avelina could not help but notice that he was in aroused form.
Avelina did the same, shivering as the cold air caressed her skin. "I cannot, Dominus. You have kept me from assignment too long. I fear someone will take notice of my absence."
"What does it matter?" he demanded, a hint of anger in his voice, his eyes glaring down into hers. Avelina swallowed, watching him wrap a bathing cloth around his waist. She knew his temperament was always in an unpredictable state. "You are under my command. If I require your company in my bedchamber, then I will have it so!"
Avelina looked away from him and Seppius' irritation grew. "Do you not yearn for me?" he asked, his voice becoming threateningly soft. Avelina quickly met his eyes again, the blue orbs conveying alarm.
"No, do not accept that as assumption!" she cried, moving towards him. He dodged her approach, and stalked back into his quarters. Seppius was a stubborn and arrogant man, and at once, Avelina knew she had injured his ego. She searched her brain for a method to calm his insecurities.
"If you are inclined to leave, then do not let my wishes hinder you from fulfillment," he snapped at her bitterly. Avelina almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. He was her master, and yet she could easily reduce him to infantile behaviour. He was letting her hold too much significance in his life, ever since he had first taken her, and it terrified her. He was supposed to cause HER grief, whether physical or emotional. He had every right to, but he never laid his fingers on her, unless it was passionate touch. She was only exposed to his anger by verbal assault, and for the most part, she could easily deflect that form of his wrath with strategically placed hands.
Seppius ripped back his blankets and slid into the bed, turning away from her. Avelina rolled her eyes, and sighed, removing her towel. She approached his bed and lay down next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist, bestowing a gentle kiss upon his neck. She pressed her naked body against his, knowing if nothing else, this would definitely succeed in assuaging his anger. She was surprised when he was unresponsive, his breathing even and unaffected by her presence in his bed. She slid her hand down his torso to grasp him firmly, finally causing a reaction. He gasped quietly as she softly stroked and pumped him with her hand. She pushed him onto his back and placed hot kisses down his chest. When she took him in her mouth, he groaned loudly, and she felt a surge of feminine triumph. She swirled her tongue around him and sucked gently, moaning when he gripped her hair tightly. Avelina relished the fact that although most of the time Seppius was an obstinate, impetuous man who acted more like a child when he did not have his way, when she worshiped him with her mouth, he was reduced to squirming like a teenaged boy.
After a few minutes, he reached down and turned her over, pinning her underneath of him. Their eyes met, and for a moment they just stared at each other, before he claimed her lips with his own. As he kissed her, Avelina marveled again at how just the touch of his lips could cause her to forget about everything. At least for this moment, he was not a noble, and she was not a slave. They were just a boy and a girl taking comfort in each other's touch.
Seppius' lips moved downward to her neck and further to her breasts, and Avelina sighed in delight when he captured her nipple between his teeth, and then gently soothed with his tongue, before turning his attention to her other breast.
When their physical relationship first began a few months before, Avelina had been a virgin and therefore, relatively uneducated about the practice and methods of pleasing a man, her only knowledge came from listening to the older female slaves and their exploits. She did know, however, that as a slave, she would be regarded as a sexual object rather than a woman, used only for his gratification. She was surprised when Seppius touched her with tenderness and passion. He seemed to care about her pleasure as much as his own, which caused her to feel a complicated mix of emotions towards her Dominus. Avelina was fortunate that Seppius did not simply flip her onto her stomach and fuck her, without waiting for her to be aroused. He considered her as more than a vessel for spilling his seed. When she was under his hands, under his body, in his bed, she felt like a goddess.
To Seppius, it was simple. As a proud man, he did not want to take her against her will. Her attentions were much sweeter when readily given, and since she was a lovely girl, he wanted to explore her body. He would be a fool not to, with those rounded breasts, flared hips and that perfectly curved ass. Her soft cries and moans were music to his ears, and there was no greater satisfaction than delving his fingers between her legs to find her wet and ready for him.
When he slipped inside of her, she arched against him and sighed his name. His movements were unbearably slow, and Avelina could feel every inch of him. The building pressure was too much for her to take and she gripped his buttocks with her hands, urging him to move more quickly. In response, he removed her hands from his body and pinned them above her.
Avelina groaned in frustration. "Please," she whispered, driving her hips upward to try and alleviate the friction he was causing with his gentle movements.
"Please what?" he asked, playfully, clearing enjoying the torturous ecstasy he had set upon her.
"Faster!" she cried, her delicate features twisted.
"I prefer to prolong your journey to release," he taunted, continuing to move with measured and deliberate thrusts, although it was becoming more difficult for him as well, especially with all of her writhing and blissful moaning.
"I beg of you, Seppius!" With that final plea, he flipped her over, lying underneath her.
"Very well, do as you please," he told her, and without hesitation, she sped up her movements, moving up and down his length rapidly, causing her breasts to bounce enticingly. She squeezed her muscles around him, bringing him closer. It only took a few moments before she clenched one last time, taking him over the edge with her. She slipped off of his lap, falling against the bed, her chest rising and falling swiftly, trying to suck as much air as possible into her lungs. Seppius was in a similar state, leaning up against the wall. He looked down at her, glistening with sweat, aching with exertion, and he grinned.
"Bathing was a waste of our efforts," he jested, pulling her into him, nestling her against his body. His hand tangled in her damp hair, and he ran his fingers through the strands. The sensation caused Avelina's eyelids to droop, and she felt as though she may dose off right here in his arms.
"Dominus, it is best if I return to my own sleeping quarters," she gently suggested, not wanting another argument to arise between them.
Seppius shook his head. "No," he replied simply, "You may rest here, with me."
A larger part of her than she would have liked felt delighted by this invitation. Without another word, she lay her head back down upon his chest, and welcomed the dark and alluring blanket of sleep to claim her.
