by Colette Gale
She shifted against Jane, her pussy slipping tightly against the top of her leg as she pushed her thigh up into Jane’s swollen quim. The sudden pressure there had Jane crying out with surprise and delight. Zenovia began to move, thrusting herself against Jane while Jane’s quim pressed against her, mimicking the same motion as fucking.
“Oh,” Jane sighed, moving in tandem with her. The scent of female juices filled the air, and the curves and muscles of their bodies eased along each other, hot and smooth.
Zenovia was panting now as she moved faster, riding Jane’s thigh with her slick quim while Jane writhed beneath her, thrusting her hips up and against her mistress’s leg, trying to find an ending. They moved faster and faster, slick and urgent, grunting and moaning, hair tangling, breasts bouncing, fabric bunching…and when Zenovia’s fingers moved between them to touch Jane’s engorged clit, she immediately tipped into an orgasm.
She cried out as the powerful release shuttled through her, hard and hot and strong. Zenovia grabbed her hand and brought it to her own wet, swollen clit. Jane pressed the engorged kernel, still undulating from her own satiation, and felt Zenovia explode against her with a loud cry.
They lay there, the chieftain shuddering over Jane, their thighs wet and slick, panting and gasping. Jane’s cheeks were hot, and her back hurt from where the edge of the dais step pressed into her…but she was sated. Satisfied.
Zenovia pulled away after a moment, still wearing her toga—which fell into place as she stood. She looked down at Jane, who was too weak to move.
“I tell you this now, Jane. You are my slave. You belong to me. You will not seek or receive pleasure from anyone but me. Especially a man.” She pulled Jane to her feet, then bent her face to kiss her almost tenderly on Jane’s puffy lips.
Zenovia released her and turned away. Moments later, she returned to the trembling, confused, and terrified Jane, holding the metal contraption that had been cupping her quim.
Jane shuddered as her mistress spread her legs and licked the juices from her pussy. She nearly collapsed as that tongue swiped and slathered over her, both soothing and teasing.
And then Zenovia shackled her up once more, fitting the golden cup back over her, tightening the chains, and then re-attaching the leash to her collar.
“Now,” said the chieftain, “we shall continue with our day. Perhaps I shall even allow you a bit of nourishment. For we shall have a long evening ahead of us, my dear pet.”
Jane’s thoughts swam, and she was distantly aware of courtiers returning to the chamber, Zenovia giving orders, and, at last, a small plate of food and drink brought to her.
But instead of allowing Jane to eat, Zenovia insisted upon feeding her like a trick dog. She offered only one morsel at a time, though Jane was starving and hadn’t eaten since the fateful dinner last evening.
She’d nearly finished the small plate of food, and Zenovia allowed her to drink some watered-down wine, when one of the guards approached. She appeared somewhat distressed.
“Your Highness,” said the woman. “Lord Akenov has arrived.”
Zenovia frowned. “Damn him. It’s not time for his quarterly visit.” She looked down at Jane, who, understandably, showed curiosity at this development. The chieftain smiled tightly. “You need not be jealous, darling slave. Akenov is my official concubine—for breeding purposes only. You need not fear he will take my attentions from you. No one could do that.”
Jane had no idea how to respond to this, and so she merely nodded.
“Bring him in. Let us see what he gives for this unexpected visit.” Zenovia was clearly irritated and put out by the situation, and it surprised Jane that she was so compliant.
Moments later, Lord Akenov strode in. He was accompanied by several men—presumably his personal guard.
Jane looked at him with curiosity. He was very tall—taller than Zenovia—and extremely handsome. Well built. Muscular. His hair was short and curly, cut straight across his forehead in the manner of the ancient Romans.
If one had to have a man for a concubine, she reflected, it seemed one could do much worse than Lord Akenov. Even his teeth were straight and white, and they gleamed when he gave Zenovia a sardonic smile.
“What brings you here, Akenov? I was not expecting you for another month.”
“I cannot imagine a less hospitable welcome for your lover, my darling Zenovia,” he said, bowing at the dais.
The chieftain made a disgusted sound, but remained silent.
“Very well, then, I shall get to the point. But first,” he added, shifting closer so as to speak for her ears only, “I must say I have even less desire for our conjugal visits than you, my dear elephant.” Then his eyes widened, for he had seen Jane, who knelt upright next to the throne. “By the gods,” he murmured, his attention lingering heavy and hot. “She is lovely. No wonder you are displeased with my arrival.”
“You were getting to the point, Akenov.”
“Yes, of course.” Akenov stepped back, but his gaze slipped down over Jane’s breasts and tumbled hair. “I have with me a diplomatic retinue lately come from London.” He turned and gestured.
Jane watched as three men near the back of the contingent separated themselves from the rest and walked forward. As they moved closer, her heart nearly stopped beating, and her body began to shake.
“May I present Lord Hampstead and his companions,” said Akenov, but Jane heard nothing more.
Zaren.
Zaren was here.
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