"How bad do you want me?" (Nennius)
Valerius knew that no amount of denial would save him from recognizing the unstoppable emotions now felt for his slave. A purchase from his wife that was meant to agitate him . . . now thoroughly satisfied him. And the agitated one, was his wife. But the initial reasons for fucking his slave were long since passed. Before, it had been a show of power, consequences for insubordination, and of course, to infuriate his wife. Now however, Valerius did it for the pleasure. The blissful feeling that followed. While he never voiced it, he wondered if Nennius knew. It was . . . unsettling to think that he did. Valerius was not an emotional man -- clearly -- but such thoughts were not ones that rested in his mind. However, Nennius’ question allowed necessary distraction from having them surface.
“Enough to not waste time answering such questions,” he said with a stoic gaze, emptying the content of wine from his cup into his mouth. “I would have your tongue put to better use rather than prattling on inquiries.” Truth was, Valerius wanted him. Badly. And he knew, that it was obvious from his thickening arousal. His eyes looked over Nennius, the Roman’s tongue moving over his lips as if to taste the wine left upon them . . . but there was desirous hunger in the way he leered at Nennius. “So see it done,” he practically commanded, already feeling the flutter of his heart at the thought of it. The anticipation that pumped through his body. And . . . the inevitable emotions that now seemed forever died to the man he once considered only a slave.
@crippled-rebel-bastard
