CAESAR'S REWARD

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Quinn was in that indeterminate state between sleeping and wakefulness but the one thing he was well aware of was Aemilia laying beside him or more correctly half over him, full of soft curves, his hand rested on the curve of one round cheek his fingers laying in the crack dividing the two perfect globes. He was about to throw away all of his plans for the day for another hour, maybe two with the redhaired beauty who lay within reach and could not refuse him, In a moment his plan was dashed as Aemilia sprang to her feet and began a series of stretching exercises that Quinn knew would have him begging for mercy within minutes.

Quinn knew he was being unreasonable in expecting the poor girl to be at his beck and call especially after a long night of attending to his every whim and some that he had never even thought of.

"I suppose that will take up much of your day so do whatever you need to do, I won't need you" He spoke haughtily and turned his back and walked away, clenching his fists, angry at himself.

After a superficial face wash, Quinn asked directions to the best toga store in Rome determined that he would not be treated as an ignorant ex-slave.

At the clothing merchants, Quinn was confused by the different styles, materials and of course the prices, As he was debating over two different items he became aware of being stared at and looked up to see an attractive Roman lady who shook her head and held out an alternative, warily he walked towards her,

"Would this one prove the better value, my lady?"

She gave an enigmatic smile, "Of course, I give value in everything I do,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, absolutely everything."

Then she was gone and Quinn asked the merchant if he knew her,

"Not personally, much to my chagrin, if only half of her reputation is true she is a real woman."

Quinn bought the items the mystery woman had pointed out and returned to the villa, as he entered he heard the drum beat for Aemilia's dance and stood watching for a while without making himself known.

 

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She was surprised that she awoke before her Master so she attempted to get out of bed without waking him. Standing, she stretched lifting her arms up above her head like a cat waking up. Aemilia twisted her spine and saw that instead Quinn was awake and watching her. She smiled at him as she continued stretching her body. Perhaps her movements would put her body on display for him.

Yet, instead it seemed to anger him and instead of calling her back to his bed, or pulling her back beside him, he spoke angrily as he rose.

"I suppose that will take up much of your day so do whatever you need to do, I won't need you"

She did not like that he said that he would not need her. She noted his clenched jaw as he spoke, his fists tight and at his sides. He left the room, perhaps just to relieve himself. Yet still she could see that he was angry and thought to herself that perhaps she should have just stayed in bed with him until he left. It was difficult to sometimes know what would please him.

Alone in his room, she quickly dressed and left for her own room as she did not want to anger him more. The rest of the household was busy going about their daily routine, sweeping floors and cleaning dust and dirt from the furniture. She could smell food being prepared and the general murmurs of the various slaves as they talked and chatted to each other while they worked.

In her room, she cleaned her body though she hoped that later tonight perhaps the Master would want to visit the bathhouse. It would be nice to bathe him again. Once fairly clean, she added her scent before changing into her everyday tunic and went in search of the musician so that she could practice. The last thing that she wanted was to be unprepared again in case Master Quinn should desire her to entertain guest.

After asking several other slaves, she was pointed towards where Jovian sat outside in the exedra (garden area) enjoying the morning.

“Good day. I am Aemilia. I know that we really did not meet yesterday.”

“I am Jovian.” The man smiled back at her. “Are you the only Sexus Servus in this household?”

She nodded to him. “Yes. I thought that if you are ready, perhaps we could practice together so that we understand how each other works.” Jovian agreed and they headed towards his room. “Are there any instruments that you cannot play?”

“I am proficient in all instruments, Aemilia. Is there one that you prefer?”

“Well, yes, if it is fine with you, I prefer the lyre though maybe we could also practice with the drum. Eventually I would like to practice with all of the instruments.”

As they reached his room, Jovian stepped inside to retrieve his music and instruments while she went to her room to change into the outfit from last night. Once she had changed, she headed for the triclinium where she could hear Jovian tuning the strings.

Since she would be required to dance between the chaises where The Master and his guest would recline to watch during or after eating, she and Jovian thought it best to practice in that room. They spoke and agreed upon a tune for the lyre - a slow, provocative song that would allow her to move the way she wished. And for the drum they chose a beat to start with. Jovian nodded and began with the drum.

Quickly she let her hips roll, making twisted elliptical movements. Her gestures were to draw in the viewer, and Aemilia was proficient in dance. With hips popping from side to side, she led Jovian to bring the beat to a faster tempo, as if imitating the heartbeat of a man entranced just from viewing a beautiful woman.

There was a pause in the drum beats and yet Aemilia’s body continued to move, gradually slowing down. It was then that the sound of the lyre could be heard. A slow tune sounded from its strings, its notes hypnotic. Jovian easily followed where Aemilia’s body led. The song was one about a man that falls for a woman and cannot resist making love to her. It was considered a bit scandalous and yet it often was chosen exactly for this reason.

Soon Aemilia’s body began to undulate, almost as if she made love with some unseen man. Yet in her mind, it was Quinn that stood before her. It was Quinn that she danced for. She closed her eyes, feeling the notes and following where they took her. Slowly the song climbed, and she let it lead, letting the tune and the beat carry her along. The sheer fabric of the skirt teased, giving glimpses of her sex as it parted and then hid it. Her nipples pressed hard against the soft fabric. Her lips parted as breathy moans seemed to whisper from between them. Her body began to shimmer with perspiration as she slowly twirled, sinking to her knees in graceful movements. She bent backwards, still on her knees so that her body made a graceful arch. To anyone watching, it was obvious that she was being made love to as her hips moved to her lover, and her body undulated.

As if reaching a climax, she gave a moaning cry, her breast pointed towards the ceiling as her arms reached out to embrace her imaginary lover. She held for a second until the music stopped before her arms gracefully floated out to her side and she lay on the floor, bent over.

 

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Quinn enjoyed watching Aemilia and Jovian practising her dancing, it seemed that they worked well together with no mistakes that Quinn could see but Aemilia wasn't satisfied and wanted them both to go through it again.. With nothing urgent needing his attention, Quinn dressed in one of his new short togas because the weather was so warm and looked around the local market, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of everyday life. He was about to return to the villa and invite Aemilia to his quarters when he felt someone clutch at his arm.

"I'm so glad I found you, a handsome young man like you, and we never introduced ourselves, I am Lucia, you may not know the name yet but in time you will hear it and remember it, not all flattering I'm afraid./"

It was the attractive lady from the toga merchants Taken by surprise Quinn replied without thinking

"I am known as Mighty Quinn."

Lucia's eyes filled with admiration.

"Mighty, eh? I wonder what you have to earn you such an accolade? I intend to find out oh Mighty Quinn."

This was enough to make Quinn panic and he said "Sorry I have to go."

Quinn fled as soon as he dared, Lucia literally scared him; not in the physical sense but she continually made obscure references to sexual activity between them. Quinn hurried back to the villa where he felt safe, it seemed that life as a ROMAN Freeman wasn't for him. On entering the villa he could hear Jovian and Aemilia still practising then he heard other voices he went to find out who his unexpected guests were.

 

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Aemilia had no idea that Quinn had stood just outside the door of the triclinium or she would have stopped to see if there was anything that he desired. Instead, she and Jovian continued with the rehearsal, each of them desiring perfection in their work.

“I am not sure, Jovian. I think that perhaps I should do different hip movements in the crossover between part one and part two. Could we rehearse this again?” She stood there trying various hip movements to see which felt right.

“Certainly. Let me know when you are ready.” Jovian sat there waiting for her cue. After a minute of trying different movements, she stopped, struck a pose, and nodded to Jovian.

For a while they worked to make transitions smoother and easier before taking a rest. She admired Jovian as he was a very accomplished musician and seemed easy to work with. They laughed at a mistake that she had made.

Jovian reached to his side and pulled out the aulos that he had brought with him. Smiling, he motioned to her. “Do you feel up to practicing with this. I have a song that I have written. I think that you might like.”

“That would be fine.” She smiled back as he put his lips to the reeded instrument and began to play the tune. It was hauntingly exciting, with a beat made for dancing. The tune made her automatically move her hips, following along with the music. This dance was more exuberant, and she popped her hips from side to side in beat to the song.

She was concentrating on her movements and it was a moment before she realized that the music had stopped. She looked up at Jovian. But he was looking over her shoulder at the doorway into the room. She turned to look and see what had stopped him.

Standing just inside the room were two people that she had not expected to see. One of them was Troilus, and he stood there grinning at her salaciously. The other person was her old master, Marcus Quintilius. Quintilius was an elder of his late 60’s, with a balding pate of white hair, and watery blue eyes. He did possess a rather large hook nose and his posture was a bit stooped.

“So this is the slave that I gave up. I think that maybe I sold the wrong slave.” He grinned at her. “How are you Aemilia?”

She stood respectfully before the two men, feeling a bit uncomfortable but knowing well how she should act. She bowed her head and spoke.

“I am well, sir. I trust that you are healthy?”

“Yes. Yes. I am well.” He grinned at her and looked back at Troilus. “You are right, Troilus.” He turned back to her and cleared his throat. “Where is your Master, Aemilia? I understand that he is now a free man and I thought that it was only right to welcome him onto our society.”

“I know not where The Mighty Quinn is. If you like, I will show you to the tablinum where you may await his return.”

Quintilius raised an eyebrow. “The Mighty Quinn?”

As if being summoned by the mere mention of his name, her Master’s frame filled the doorway. Immediately Aemilia crossed to bow low before Quinn. She wanted to show Quinn’s superiority. “Master, you have guest. Your friend Troilus has brought my old master, Marcus Quintilius.” At that moment she was glad that she had told him her story. Keeping her head bowed, she stepped back and to the side so as to give her Master unfettered access to the two guest. After all, she was not the important one here.

Jovian had stood also when the guests had entered and when Quinn entered, he had crossed to stand behind her, also bowing low to Quinn. Quite truthfully she wished to leave the triclinium and hide in her own bedroom and she thought that Jovian might wish to also. But as the doorway was blocked by the Master, Aemilia and Jovian both backed away to the far side of the room so as to give the men privacy.

 

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The question on Quinn's lips was what was the purpose of their visit? He had no business that he knew of with either Troilus or Marcus Quintilius but the fact that Aemilia's previous owner and Troilus were hand-In-glove together did not bode well.

"To what do I owe this surprise visit? I assume you have some sort of proposition for me that would release Aemilia back into your ownership Marcus Quintilius, no doubt with a clause secreted within the contract that would allow Troilus full unrestricted access to her. Before I even hear such a proposition the answer is a resounding NO!"

His fist smashed down on the table next to him and broke the legs of the table. He rounded on the both of them his face dark with fury.

"Aemilia was a gift to me for a service rendered and if I were to sell her or give her away what would it say to Caesar? EH? The gift you gave me was imperfect and I don't want it anymore. He would take her back and give her to his legionnaires or even the gladiators."

He raised his arm and pointed to the way out.

"GO! GET OUT. I WILL INFORM YOU IF I WISH TO SEE YOUR FACES EVER AGAIN."

The two men left hurriedly

Quinn put his arm around Aemilia "Calm yourself and then I will need you to wash me, one hour."

 

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Aemilia didn’t even realize that she was shaking until Jovian placed a hand on her arm. Taking a deep breath, she tried calming herself as she kept her eyes on her Master. His features were were suspicious as his eyes darted between the two men standing before him.

And at first she could not hear what he was saying to them. But if the looks that he was giving Troilus and Quintilius gave her any ideas, his words were not happy ones.

“…access to her. Before I even hear such a proposition the answer is a resounding NO!"

She jumped as his “NO” thundered through the room and when he smashed his fist down on the table and the leg of the table snapped, her shaking began again. Then he turned to face the two men and at that moment, she could see why he had been a successful gladiator. The anger shown on his face was frightening and she could see that Troilus and Quintilius were suddenly reconsidering the wisdom of their actions. And Jovian’s hand on her arm gave her a squeeze as if to offer her comfort and yet she knew that the slave could feel her shaking.

"Aemilia was a gift to me for a service rendered and if I were to sell her or give her away what would it say to Caesar? EH? The gift you gave me was imperfect and I don't want it anymore. He would take her back and give her to his legionnaires or even the gladiators."
When Quinn raised his arm to point the way out, Marcus Quintilius flinched as if he thought that her Master was going to strike him.

"GO! GET OUT. I WILL INFORM YOU IF I WISH TO SEE YOUR FACES EVER AGAIN."

She was happy to see the two men practically running out of the room and the villa. Both looked suitably afraid and she hoped that would be the last that she ever saw of either man.

Quinn turned to her and crossed the room with giant strides. Jovian removed his hand from her arm and stepped back, bowing to the Master. He knew well that Aemilia was his sex slave and he did not want Master Quinn to mistakenly believe that he was trying to offer Aemilia anything other than support.

And then Quinn was wrapping his arm around her, strong and sure. She felt safe. He spoke quietly.

"Calm yourself and then I will need you to wash me, one hour.” She nodded and gave him a shy smile. “Yes, Master.”

He turned and left as Jovian hesitated, waiting until Quinn left the triclinium before he moved. He then crossed to where he had left his instrument. Gathering them up, he turned to her and smiled. “You are a good dancer.” Jovian then left the room, leaving Aemilia alone in the room. She hesitated before leaving the room to head to her bedroom.

The halls were vacant for which she was glad. She really did not care to answer questions or explain what had just happened. Once in her bedroom alone she sat on her bed, her legs feeling suddenly weak. Against her will she felt a few tears well up in her eyes before spilling down her cheeks. This was all about her? Why? She was just a slave - a sex slave. Really not important. She could not believe that Troilus would go this far just to get his hands on her. As for Marcus Quintilius, she had rarely even seen him the last couple years that he had owned her. And for all she knew, he could be her father. So why would he allow himself to be dragged into this stupid obsession that Troilus had for her? The freeman already owned 3 sexus servus so what difference would one more make?

But Quinn had stood up for her. He had told them no, and in a way where it could not be questioned. She belonged to him and him alone. And that made her feel blessed.

Pulling herself together, she removed the dancing outfit and folded it away before slipping on her daily tunic. She carefully combed her hair and pulled out her vial of personal scent, lightly dabbing it on her body. Armilia took a deep breath and calmed herself, saying a prayer to the goddess Venus thanking her deity for giving her to Quinn.

She left her bedroom and walked through the villa to Quinn’s personal bathhouse. It was still quiet throughout the villa and for once Aemilia was glad to not see any of the other slaves. She was certain that the entire household was either aware of what had happened, or had overheard the incident as the triclinium was just off the atrium.

She could smell the bathhouse as she reached it. A smell of wet and moisture. She looked forward to spending time in here with Quinn and showing her appreciation. Inside the bathhouse stood her Master and she rushed over to where he waited. She must have been longer in her room than she thought.

In gratitude she threw herself at his feet. “Thank you, Master. They just appeared and I was afraid.”

 

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Quinn wrapped a trembling Aemilia in his arms as the two men left and he stroked her hair and spoke gently to her,

"Calm yourself and then I will need you to wash me, in one hour.”

Quinn left Jovian and Aemilia together, confident that neither had no more than a professional interest in the other, he had seen how Jovian looked at Decima whenever their paths crossed.

In his bedroom, Quinn changed into a loin cloth to preserve his modesty as it did not seem appropriate that the servants should see him naked about the villa

The bathroom was empty when he arrived but Aemilia arrived shortly afterwards, rushing to throw herself at his feet and crying out,

'Thank you, Master. They just appeared and I was afraid '

Quinn patted her on the head and said kindly,

"You have nothing to fear while you are in my house and under my protection."

He drew her to her feet so that they stood facing each other, their bodies just touching, Aemilia's nipples hard and erect brushing his chest,

"Enough of that, now it is time to play,"

Without warning, he seized her tunic and tore it from her body leaving her naked,

"I have a new game for us to play, wait for me in the bath and when I join you you are not to touch me no matter what I do to you, it will require all your willpower but as an added incentive each time you touch me you earn a spank on your delectable naked rear, now go."

As she entered the water he watched the natural sway of her hips as she walked and he stripped off his loincloth and joined her, standing facing her, his semi-erect manhood pressed against her wet bushy mons. His face leaned down as if to kiss her but his wet tongue seductively licked her full pouting lips, wetting them with his saliva. His penis slid slowly along her bushy furrow, the large bulbous head pushing through the tangle of flaming red hair.

"Can you feel that Aemilia? What is it you want to do? Tell me."

 

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Once Quinn had given his assurance that he understood that she was grateful for his protection against Troilus and her previous owner, he pulled her up until she stood before him. Only the thin cloth of his tunic and her tunic stood between their skin and yet, she could still feel the heat from his body - the heat of desire. A smile crossed his lips as he spoke.

"Enough of that, now it is time to play,"

As if anxious to see her nude body, he seemed to rip her toga off. She could see that desire in his eyes as he looked at her naked body.

"I have a new game for us to play, wait for me in the bath and when I join you you are not to touch me no matter what I do to you, it will require all your willpower but as an added incentive each time you touch me you earn a spank on your delectable naked rear, now go."

Not touch him? That would be very difficult as she found her Master extremely desirable. And a spanking? A few lessons at the imperatoris sexus stabulis had briefly covered such things as sexual discipline and yet…

There was no time to really mull over his words. Instead she turned and crossed to the water’s edge and the steps that led down into the pool. She could feel his eyes on her. She did not step all the way out to the middle of the pool but stayed fairly close to the steps so that the water reached halfway between her breast and her hips.

By the time that she turned back around to face her Master, he himself was naked and walking towards her, his manhood starting to show signs of awakening as it gently bobbed as he walked. And then he stepped into the pool and the water eventually hid it from her sight. She felt it as it pressed against her nether hair.

She smiled as he leaned in though the kiss that she expected did not happen. Instead he licked her lips -a sexy, slow, teasing one. Meanwhile she could feel the broad tip of his member slide between her lower lips, teasing her sex.

Quinn raised an eyebrow as he questioned her.

"Can you feel that Aemilia? What is it you want to do? Tell me."

She smiled at him, nodding. “Oh yes, Quinn. I feel it.” She licked her lips while keeping her hands at her side, hidden under the water. She longed to run her hands over his broad shoulders feeling his muscles beneath her fingers. And she so wanted him to thrust his mighty sword into her sheath, to take her here in the waters of the bathhouse and fill her with his seed.

“I want you to make love to me. To use my body for pleasure. For your pleasure. Let it fulfill its purpose for your pleasure.” Her fingers twitched underwater, wanting to wrap her fingers around his massive girth and stroke it, giving him pleasure. But she could not.

 

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Aemilia answered his question but in such a way that he already knew the answer, she desired him, she wanted him to use her, use her body for his pleasure, this, he already knew but he wanted more.

"That is not the question I asked you Aemilia, what is it that YOU want to do? I can take my pleasure of you, of your body as I wish but what of your pleasure? I could do anything at all to you to satisfy my needs and you would not complain even if it hurt or disgusted you because you are a servus sexus and you have been taught that you must accept my needs, no matter what. I want you to tell me exactly what you would like me to do to you, what would make you tremble and gush your nectar, shiver and shake, cry out with desire before I sheath myself inside you, what do YOU need as a woman?"

As he spoke he ran his fingers lightly over her skin from her shoulders down her arms to where the water reached then he leaned forward again and kissed her neck, following her jawline to her glistening, wet, sensuous lips and slid his tongue between them.

 

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“That is not the question I asked you Aemilia, what is it that YOU want to do? I can take my pleasure of you, of your body as I wish but what of your pleasure? I could do anything at all to you to satisfy my needs and you would not complain even if it hurt or disgusted you because you are a servus sexus and you have been taught that you must accept my needs, no matter what. I want you to tell me exactly what you would like me to do to you, what would make you tremble and gush your nectar, shiver and shake, cry out with desire before I sheath myself inside you, what do YOU need as a woman?"

As Quinn spoke, a sort of dumbstruck awe fell over her. Never had she been asked such a question. In fact, when she was in training for this position it had been drilled into her that she had no wants and desires other than what her new master wanted and desired.

When she was little, she once asked her mother if she loved Marcus Quintilius. Laelia gave her a pensive smile and spoke. “Little one, love is a luxury unavailable to a servus sexus. All one can hope for is a master that is not cruel.”

And yet, deep down inside her, she knew already that she loved Quinn. Such a feeling may come back to cause her grief, and so she hid it from Quinn and even herself. So she carefully thought - what did she want from him.

As she thought his fingers traced over her skin, light touches that already sent little sparks through her, making she shiver with desire. Just his touch did something to her and she found that she didn’t want it to ever stop. He leaned in closer to her, his manhood sliding erotically along her sex, rubbing her clit. She gave a little gasp as he kissed her neck and she lifted her chin a bit to give him easier access to the soft creamy skin there. But he continued up, leaving little kisses along her jawline until he reached her lips. She gave a little moan as his mouth covered her, his tongue finding easy access to coax her tongue to dance with his.

She melted against him, forgetting his orders about touching him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with all fervor, feeling breathless in his touch. The kiss deepened for a minute before he gave her a chance for air. It was then that she remembered his orders and unwrapped her arms from around his neck.

Biting her bottom lip, she looked down, somewhat embarrassed at having lost her head before looking back up into his eyes. He was smiling at her and she knew that he was aware of her having touched him, and yet he didn’t say anything about it, but instead waited for her answer.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke.

“I want what I think all women really want. To be made love to. Not just sex. But a kiss that takes all breath away. A touch as if discovering the most precious thing. I want to be kissed all over my body. I want you to taste and suck my nipples. I want you to nibble on the soft skin on my inner thighs. I want you to drink the cream from my cup. To feel as if I was more precious to you than all the wealth in the world. To sheath your mighty sword deep within me, and fill my womb with your seed. To be held in your strong arms and sleep in those arms and wake in those arms, and do it all again. That is what I want.”

To say that she was apprehensive was putting it mildly. This was more than any servus sexus had a right to ask for. And she knew that some day he would find a free woman that he would take as his wife. And with that her importance would fade and she would become just a servus sexus. Just a sex slave.

Suddenly she dared not look at him, and she bowed her head, afraid he would see the love she held for him in her eyes. Against her will there were tears welling up in them. They made her eyes sparkle like rare emeralds, but they also revealed her weakness - her love for her Master.

 

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Aemililia moaned with unmistakeable desire as his tongue danced with hers then her arms went around his neck as she melted against him, breaking the rule he had stipulated but that was forgotten as the kiss deepened, no longer the Servus Sexus kissing her Master because he had requested she does so but that of a woman showing her desire, her need. When he allowed her time to breathe she removed her arms from his neck and looked embarrassed at having behaved out of personal desire. Quinn had taken note of the forfeit she had earned by touching him but said nothing for the moment, he wanted to hear Aemilia's reply first.

It seemed she had to gather her courage before she spoke but after a deep breath she replied,

“I want what I think all women really want. To be made love to. Not just sex. But a kiss that takes all breath away. A touch as if discovering the most precious thing. I want to be kissed all over my body. I want you to taste and suck my nipples. I want you to nibble on the soft skin on my inner thighs. I want you to drink the cream from my cup. To feel as if I was more precious to you than all the wealth in the world. To sheath your mighty sword deep within me, and fill my womb with your seed. To be held in your strong arms and sleep in those arms and wake in those arms, and do it all again. That is what I want.”

Having spoken she bowed her head so she didn't need to look at him but he lifted up her head to see the tears in her green eyes, making them sparkle like finely cut emeralds. In his deep gravelly voice, he asked,

"Thank you for finding the courage to speak truthfully, how did it feel to speak as a woman and not have to say what you thought I wanted to hear? It is true that we have already made love in the way you describe but then we were Master and servus sexus, you were merely doing your duty and pleasing me but now that I know that is also what you desire it gives meaning to making love, From this moment on we are not Master and servus sexus in the bedroom but lovers, if that is what you would like, we must keep this to ourselves as it will be frowned upon by others which means that you have earned a spanking by embracing me so bend over the edge of the bath with that very attractive rear in the air."

 

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Quinn lifted her chin until her eyes met his. To her relief he was smiling at her and he seemed to understand just how difficult it had been to speak the truth to her Master. Perhaps because he himself had once been a slave, something that she had forgotten. Despite how deep and powerful his voice was, though, he spoke gently to her, reassuring her despite its gruff sound.

"Thank you for finding the courage to speak truthfully, how did it feel to speak as a woman and not have to say what you thought I wanted to hear?

She gave him a tentative smile. “It was surprisingly freeing.”

He continued. “It is true that we have already made love in the way you describe but then we were Master and servus sexus, you were merely doing your duty and pleasing me but now that I know that is also what you desire it gives meaning to making love, From this moment on we are not Master and servus sexus in the bedroom but lovers, if that is what you would like, we must keep this to ourselves as it will be frowned upon by others which means that you have earned a spanking by embracing me so bend over the edge of the bath with that very attractive rear in the air."

From now on, when they were in the bedroom they were lovers? In the bedroom ! That was more than she had ever thought possible! She nodded at him and smiled, suddenly not really minding the punishment to come. After all, she had been warned.

She crossed to the spot where she had recently bathed Quinn (was that only yesterday?) and stepped up on the step. Water from the pool ran off her body in rivulets to splash on the tile beneath her. She was not sure just what to expect but she knew that she trusted her Master - her secret Lover. Kneeling on the edge, she bent over until her bottom was raised in the air of the bathhouse. She could feel cool breeze brush against her wet sex, and even her anus normally hidden by the crevice between her buttocks felt the air.

Resting her forehead upon her crossed arms, she closed her eyes and awaited her punishment.

 

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From his position in the bath Quinn's face was level with Aemilia's shapely white rear where he could see directly into her spread cheeks and see her juicy wet sex dripping with a mix of bath water and her juices and her dark crinkly anus, he couldn't resist kissing and licking both holes before he stepped up so he was level with Aemilia's head resting on her arms awaiting her punishment. He didn't want to hurt Aemilia but they had to keep up appearances for anyone who might be within earshot so he raised his hand high above his head before bringing it down hard on one delicate white rump with a wet-sounding CRACK, her rump rippled and jiggled like jelly and showed a crimson handprint on the white alabaster flesh. To his surprise, she didn't cry out in pain just a small exhalation of breath in an almost silent gasp. To try and ease the pain he partially inserted a fingertip into her anus and twisted his finger in the entrance,

"Pain and pleasure go together my love," he murmured softly before administering three more equally hard smacks to her crimson rear each one interspersed with a gentle push of his finger further into her anus, stretching her sphincter.

"There, we are done my brave girl."
Quinn rolled her onto her back and held her tenderly in the crook of his arm and kissed her mumbling into her mouth,

"That hurt me almost as much as it must have hurt you, so I hope I do not need to resort to such measures again."

He sat her up to face him and asked,

"You have noticed that Jovian has nothing much to do apart from his music? I think that he should be given tasks to do, before you say anything let me finish, I have also noticed that he has eyes for Decima and unless I am mistaken she would not mind if they met more often, so what I propose is that when Jovian is not busy with his music he should help Decima in the kitchen, washing dishes and generally keeping the kitchen clean and let things take whatever course they will. You can be the bearer of the news on the way to my,,,,, our, bed chamber. Do you wish to go there with me?

 

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Aemilia was a bit apprehensive as to several things. How many times would he spank her? And just how hard? It would not be the first time that she had been spanked. When she was just a little girl Quintilius had beat her for accidentally breaking a bowl. It was an accident, and the beating probably would have gone on longer, but her mother had begged the master to show leniency on such a small child. He did, though he beat her mother instead.

And when in training at the imperatoris sexus stabulis the lanistas would show how sexual discipline was done. However, this was Quinn, and she trusted him completely and knew that he would not beat her or cause her unnecessary pain.

She was surprised when he bent over and first kissed her anus and then licked it. That felt nice. Then he did the same thing to her sex. That felt wonderful. She was aware of him getting out of the water to get closer to her and there was a pause.

She started and let out an almost silent gasp on the first spank. The sound of his hand spanking her bottom sounded incredibly loud in the bathhouse. To her surprise Quinn then stuck a bit of his finger into the puckered opening of her anus, giving it a little twist. That was quite enjoyable and he softly told her,

"Pain and pleasure go together my love,"

Three more times he spanked her, each just as hard as the first one. And each time he followed up the spank by inserting his finger into her anus. Each insertion felt a bit deeper than the previous one. And through it all she strove to remain stoic and dignified. After all, he had warned her that there would be punishment if she did not obey.

When finally he was done, he rolled her over and held her in his arms like something precious to him, kissing her gently on the mouth and calling her his “brave girl” and that it hurt him almost as much as it did her, though her bottom would probably disagree with him.

She was surprised when he suddenly changed the topic to talk about Jovian and Decima. She had noticed that Decima blushed the several times that she saw Jovian but she had been busy worrying about working out the dances with Jovian to notice if he seemed to feel the same way about Decima. But apparently Quinn had paid attention and had a plan.

As he spoke, he told her that perhaps Jovian, during his off time, could help Decima out in the kitchen. She smiled at the idea.

“…You can be the bearer of the news on the way to my,,,,, our, bed chamber. Do you wish to go there with me?”

“Oh yes, I do.” She nodded enthusiastically and stood, moving down the steps so that he could take her place. Quinn moved to sit on the edge and she got in the same place that she had been yesterday in the bathhouse. For the next half hour or so, she proceeded to wash Quinn’s body, much the same way that she had the time before, taking care to clean him well. This time, though, there was no oral gratification as they both seemed more anxious to get to … their bed chamber. She used the strigil to dry him off and he used it on her. She helped him dress and then quickly dressed herself and went looking for Jovian while Quinn headed for his bed chambers.

Jovian was in his bed chambers and bade Aemilia to enter when she called out.

“Are you all right, Aemilia?”

She smiled at him. “Yes, Jovian. I am much better than I was earlier. Thank you for your concern.”

Jovian gave a nod to her.

“The Master wishes me to inform you that it would please him greatly if you could aid Decima with her kitchen duties should you find any available time. Of course, your musical duties take precedence.”

Jovian nodded. “Of course.”

She could see a slight smile begin upon Jovian’s lips and knew that the young man was finding that the idea might hold possibilities.

“I will let Master Quinn know that you will help Decima all that you can. And Jovian, I myself thank you for your aid this afternoon in the triclinium. It is much appreciated.”

She smiled at him and Jovian once more gave a slight smile and inclined his head in acknowledgement.

With that, Aemilia left and headed to where Quinn waited for her.

 

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Quinn waited with anticipatory delight for Aemililia his lover, not his servus sexus who would obey him no matter what but a live, thinking woman who loved him as he loved her, what difference it would make to their lovemaking he had no idea but there was no doubt that there would need to be give and take on both sides. It was with nervous anticipation that he found his palms clammy with sweat as he heard Aemilia approach. The fine fabric that covered the doorway was pulled aside, the archway framed the shapely figure of Aemilia. At the very sight of her all his misgivings disappeared and he welcomed her with an outstretched hand,


“Welcome to our little nest Aemilia, as I said before, here we are just lovers, no more Master and slave so you can speak freely.”

It pleased him that Aemilia had divested herself of her daily slave’s clothes and chose to come to him naked, pure and fresh.

“I,,,,,,I,,,, do not know how to begin, I mean this is courting is it not? It has been many years since I courted a woman, not since Lena have I…………………”

Hi voice trailed off as though he should not have mentioned his wife.

“What do you suggest Aemilia? Shall we kiss and proceed from there?”

 

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Aemilia was anxious. Becoming Quinn’s lover was something that she would never have thought possible. And though this fact was a secret and that outside the four walls of this bed chamber she would once again become a servus sexus, this was something that she could live with. This was “their bed chambers,” “their bed.” Not only was her body his, but his body was now hers. And she looked forward to learning everything that she could about him and his body. She looked forward to going to sleep in his arms and waking up in his arms. To him making love to her, and her making love to him. To bearing his children. To growing old with him.

She stepped up to the curtained entrance to the bedroom and paused, quickly slipping her slave tunic over her head and dropping it on the floor just outside the room. Should any of the other slaves see her do this, they would not really think it odd. After all, slaves really didn’t have all that many rights and her doing such could be thought of as something unique that Her Master wished her to do.

Totally naked, she drew aside the curtain and found herself face to face with Quinn. He still wore his loincloth but she detected the start of a bulge within its folds as he drew her into the room with his arms held out in welcome.

“Welcome to our little nest Aemilia, as I said before, here we are just lovers, no more Master and slave so you can speak freely.”

She closed the curtain to the chamber and slipped into his arms as he wrapped them around her and drew her against him.

“I,,,,,,I,,,, do not know how to begin, I mean this is courting is it not? It has been many years since I courted a woman, not since Lena have I…………………”

She pressed her fingertips against his lips to shush him, a smile upon her own lips.

“What do you suggest Aemilia? Shall we kiss and proceed from there?”

She nodded and smiled up at him. Quinn was so much larger and taller than her and it was not as if she could just tiptoe to kiss his lips.

She reached her hand to pull him down towards her. Her voice was soft. “Not exactly courting, for we have been more intimate than that. But a kiss would be most welcome.”

And then his lips pressed against hers and suddenly she was flying. It was definitely love for her, as she knew that there was no where else that she would rather be. Wrapping her arms around his neck it felt as if he lifted her off the cool tile effortlessly as his lips devoured hers. She felt safe in his arms as the heat of his body warmed her.

 

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Aemilia's passionate heated kiss signaled a whole new beginning in his relationship with her, there was no longer a need for Aemilia to wait for him to tell her what he wanted, she could lead him where she wanted to go, touch, feel, stroke without wondering if he would reprimand her, for here in their haven the other's wish was their command. He so looked forward to their future trysts as lovers.

Aemilia's arms coiled around his neck so their naked bodies pressed against each other and the heat from every pore heated one another. With her being so small, delicate, and light it was no effort at all for Quinn to lift her off her feet and swing her round and round in a circle, still joined in the throes of their passionate kiss Aemilia's legs flew out until she was all but parallel to the ground held only by his arms behind her lower back and her arms around his muscular neck. Without warning his arms left her swinging round and round by just her arms as he broke their kiss and spoke with no hint of breathlessness,

"Just hold tight my love, I will not let you fall."

Still circling he bent his knees and Aemilia came closer to the floor, skimming just inches above the marble. It was only the momentum of the circling that kept Aemilia from falling and hurting herself.

"Do you trust me? When I say 'NOW' let go."

Gently he rose back to his full height and circled ever faster with Aemilia holding on for dear life as she whirled round and round.

"NOW!"

Aemilia let go and flew through the air landing with a thump on the padded couch, before she could lift her head Quinn stood at her head with his manhood leaking creamy precum onto her tongue.

Quinn stood laughing as his erection jerked and sprayed Aemilia's face with his hot seed.

"I sincerely hope you have enough breath left to suck me clean

 

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So lost in his kiss, she had not realized when Quinn began to literally swing her around in a circle for she had taken her heady feeling to be the passion of his kiss. It caught her quite off guard therefore when he broke the kiss and yet she still had her senses reeling as she continued to hold onto his neck. His voice was calm in her ear.

"Just hold tight my love, I will not let you fall."

As he continued to spin around he squatted down while keeping her body parallel to the marble floor. All the while he smiled at her and all of this made her so aware of the power in his body and just what perfect condition he was in. He never faltered and as she held on as he had instructed, his eyes told her that she could completely trust him.

"Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” She spoke with utter conviction.

“When I say 'NOW' let go."

She nodded and closed her eyes, starting to get dizzy as the room spun around faster and faster. She even felt an urge to giggle but suppressed it in case she didn’t hear him

"NOW!”

Without hesitation she released her grip on his neck. She went flying through the air, and for a moment the entire thing was scary. She knew not where she was headed and her eyes opened wide as the room rushed by. Suddenly she landed on his couch and despite the plush padding, she was left a bit winded but completely safe. She opened her mouth to laugh but Quinn was suddenly there, his mighty manhood bobbing before her eyes and already dribbling into her mouth in anticipation of what was to come.

Suddenly his manhood jerked and she found his seed landing across her face and breast in potent ropes. He looked down at her laughing.

"I sincerely hope you have enough breath left to suck me clean.”

Aemilia laughed as she licked the creamy seed from her lips. There was a mischievous look in her eyes as she used her slender fingers to scoop up his spendings that decorated her face and chest. As she licked her fingers she kicked her legs up in the air, feeling very light hearted and free.

“I am sure that I have plenty of breath left for a lot of things. Do you?”

Reaching up overhead, she took hold of his manhood and felt it still throbbing in her hand. She began to stroke him, smiling up at him as her hand moved up and down his sword. She was surprised at how freeing this was - this little bit of freedom. She realized that once she left this room she would once again be a slave. But for this moment, she was actually a woman with her lover.

 

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Aemilia took it all in her stride, not even scolding him for his prank of whirling her round and round and practically throwing her across the room, his aim had been true and she had landed just where he wanted. Her retort to asking if she had enough breath to use her oral skills on his rampant erection was brief but promised much for the next couple of hours.

"I am sure that I have plenty of breath left for a lot of things. Do you?”

Her delicate fingers circled as much of his girth as she could and stroked the length smiling mischievously up at him. Quinn, however, had not yet finished, he growled as if he would entertain no hesitation but it sounded like a request,

"If my woman would roll onto her back for her man,"

Aemilia took it all in her stride, not even scolding him for his prank of whirling her round and round and practically throwing her across the room, his aim had been true and she had landed just where he wanted. Her retort to asking if she had enough breath to use her oral skills on his rampant erection was brief but promised much for the next couple of hours.

"I am sure that I have plenty of breath left for a lot of things. Do you?”

Her delicate fingers circled as much of his girth as she could and stroked the length smiling mischievously up at him. Quinn, however, had not yet finished, he growled as if he would entertain no hesitation but it sounded like a request,

"If my woman would roll onto her back for her man,"

Quinn helped her onto her back so that he loomed over her so his erection was dribbling a small stream of his creamy seed onto her lips, leaning right over her he looped his arms under and behind her knees and lifted her legs up and over towards him until her toes were next to her head, her anus and sex glistening with her excitement and arousal.

His arms pinned her down, folded in half with his manhood brushing her wet warm lips, he leaned his head down and slid his tongue slowly, teasingly over her swollen sensitive button. Pressing harder, his tongue parted the puffy lips at the entrance to her shiny pink tunnel.

He was about to partake of her her sex and taste her nectar when he was disturbed by someone in the distance shouting his name,

“QUINN, QUINN, I have important news.”

Before he had time to disentangle himself from Aemilia, the curtain at the entrance to the bedroom was pulled aside and Troilus stood in the doorway, blatantly smirking lasciviously at Aemilia as she tried unsuccessfully to cover herself. Quinn saw her dilemma and stood in front of her, hiding her with his bulk.

“What news, Troilus, is so important that it allows you to come charging into my quarters without asking permission?”

In his wheedling, self-effacing voice that he was so good at, Troilus said,

“I beg your pardon Quinn but it is so important I thought you should know immediately, I had no idea that you were using your slave.”

The words were designed to be demeaning to Aemilia and remind her that she was indeed just a slave, but they also stung Quinn.

“Tell me this “IMPORTANT NEWS” and then get out Troilus,”

“It is Caesar, Quinn, he is coming to visit you for supper tomorrow, you should know that involves much preparation, food, wine, music, and entertainment. Caesar wishes to know how you have taken to being a free man. Fortunately, I am well versed in what will please Caesar, if I can help?”

Taken by surprise at the importance of the news Quinn quickly decided to make use of Troilus and his expertise,

“Very well, I shall leave everything to you except for the entertainment, Aemilia shall dance for Caesar.”

Troilus’s eyes glittered as he played his next card,

“I thought you might say that Quinn so I have taken it upon myself to provide, at my own expense a costume that I think even Aemilia will think suitable for the dance we saw her practising.”

He handed Quinn a package he held under his arm,

“If I step outside perhaps Aemilia would try it on?”

He stepped outside and waited, eager to see Aemilia in the costume he had chosen for her,

 

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She was excited as Quinn helped her to roll over on her back, smiling as he did so. She could tell that he had something definite in mind as he looped his arms around her knees and began to bend her in half. Once more she wrapped her small hands around his manhood as more of his seed seeped into her mouth.

She began to lick his tip and gave a moan as she felt him run his tongue along her slit. Her juices began to really flow from the stimulation he was giving her and she in turn began licking and sucking on his member tasting his excitement.

He started to use his tongue as a sword, entering her sex.

“QUINN, QUINN, I have important news.”

The last person that she expected to hear was shouting through the villa and she stopped in mid moan as suddenly the curtain to the outside world was yanked aside and the doorway was filled with a form.

Quinn sprang to stand between her and the doorway. She was not sure if it was to shield her from the grinning Troilus’s eyes that enjoyed her sexual display, or to protect her from Troilus attacking her. Nevertheless, Quinn stood between her and the form leaning in the doorway, his nude form a barrier of protection.

Despite having only knowing her Master and Lover for only several days, she could tell from his voice that he was angry with Troilus. After all, it had only been hours since he had banned the man from his home unless Quinn should ask him to return.

As she attempted to untangle her position and cover herself up, Quinn and Troilus faced off.

“What news, Troilus, is so important that it allows you to come charging into my quarters without asking permission?”

“I beg your pardon Quinn but it is so important I thought you should know immediately, I had no idea that you were using your slave.”

“…using your slave.” Troilus was talented at putting someone in their place. She was so thankful that he was not her master. But she could see by the clenched muscles in Quinn’s bare buttocks that her Master/Lover was not happy.

“Tell me this “IMPORTANT NEWS” and then get out Troilus,”

“It is Caesar, Quinn, he is coming to visit you for supper tomorrow, you should know that involves much preparation, food, wine, music, and entertainment. Caesar wishes to know how you have taken to being a free man. Fortunately, I am well versed in what will please Caesar, if I can help?”

Caesar was coming for a visit? That was very unexpected. The Emperor must have been very taken with Quinn. She personally did not know the full story of how Quinn gained his freedom. As a slave she had no right to ask any such question as that. As his lover, yes she could ask. Of course there had been rumors among the other slaves in the house, but all any of them really knew was what he had told on that first day.

“Very well, I shall leave everything to you except for the entertainment, Aemilia shall dance for Caesar.”

“I thought you might say that Quinn so I have taken it upon myself to provide, at my own expense a costume that I think even Aemilia will think suitable for the dance we saw her practising.”

He bought her a dress on his own? Would this man ever get over his fixation on her?

“If I step outside perhaps Aemilia would try it on?”

Without waiting the man stepped outside and pulled the curtain closed. She lay there on his bed, naked beneath his bedding. Per their agreement she could have told Quinn that she didn’t want to even touch anything from that man. But from the angle that she lay, she could see his toes in his sandals on the other side of the curtain. She knew that Troilus waited right outside the curtain and could easily hear everything being said in Quinn’s chambers.

So she softly touched the muscular buttocks of the Master. He reached a hand back and took hold of her hand. His grip was gentle but she could tell that the moment was gone. From now until after this impending Royal Meal, everything would revolve around preparing for Emperor Caesar’s visit. Preparing of the food, decorating the villa, working up the entertainment - and all with Troilus running around making sure that everything was done correctly and to the Emperor’s wants.

She didn’t want to touch the package. But she knew that she would have to. No words passed between them as she reached a hand out to take the package from him. The look that she gave him said everything without her having to speak. And the look in his eyes told her what was in his heart. Neither of them was happy with this, but they could only be truthful to each other. To the rest of the world…

She stood and the sheet covering her slipped away to reveal her nude body. His eyes took in her form and she could see the desire in his eyes. She held the package in one hand and with the other she wrapped her delicate fingers around his mighty sword as it pointed towards her.

Without hesitation he took her in his arms forcing her to release his manhood as he bent down to kiss her. Quinn pressed his lips to hers as Troilus’ package was crushed between their nude bodies. Still no words spoken, his kiss left her breathless as he released her and she stepped back and began to unwrap the package.

The outfit was a gaudy color, loudly announcing that the woman wearing it was a sex slave - a servus sexus. It was really more appropriate for a harlot than for a slave. She quietly slipped on the outfit and forced a smile onto her mouth. It was time to become the sex slave again.

 

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Aemilia untangled herself from the bed sheet and stood nude in front of him displaying her magnificent body to him, almost shyly it seemed she held his thick, hard manhood in her tiny hand, her fingers only managing to cover three-quarters of his girth. With a smile that said 'I love you,' he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her, As he released her she stepped back and began to unwrap the package.

The disappointment on Aemilia's face was clear as the dress was unfolded, the colour a bright gaudy yellow as worn by many of the harlots in the many brothels that existed in the back streets. Quinn helped Aemilia put the dress on, discovering the intricacies of the cut as they went.


Quinn felt that Troilus had overstepped his position by choosing what Aemilia should wear whilst entertaining Caesar with her dancing but if she didn't wear it Troilus would surely find some way to make Quinn appear less than capable of controlling his servus sexus and make Aemilia seem headstrong and incapable of taking orders from her betters so he was forced to go along with Troilus's wishes ,,,,,,,,, for now at least. With Troilus standing just outside he could not put his anger into words but he placed himself between Aemilia and the doorway, blocking Troilus's view should he be tempted to peek while she was dressing.

Aemilia untangled herself from the bed sheet and stood nude in front of him displaying her magnificent body to him, almost shyly it seemed she held his thick, hard manhood in her tiny hand, her fingers only managing to cover three-quarters of his girth. With a smile that said 'I love you,' he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her, As he released her she stepped back and began to unwrap the package.

The disappointment on Aemilia's face was clear as the dress was unfolded, the colour a bright gaudy yellow as worn by many of the harlots in the many brothels that existed in the back streets. Quinn helped Aemilia put the dress on, discovering the intricacies of the cut as they went. That the top was designed to attract the eye was obvious, barely holding in Aemilia's voluminous shapely breasts, whereas the skirt was cunningly cut so that no matter how they tried, Aemilia's shapely legs were on display to the hip, and with every step one caught a glimpse of her bare buttocks or her bushy mons, a true harlot's dress.

Giving up on trying to make it appear decent Quinn called Troilus back in.

"Come in Troilus, take a look at your handiwork, I cannot say that neither of us is impressed if you wanted to dress one of your whores you have succeeded."

"But Quinn, surely a servus sexus should look the part, a whore in all but name, or perhaps you think of her as something closer than that?"

Quinn had no reply to that jibe as it was so close to the truth.

"GET OUT, GET OUT, "
"Am I closer than I am meant to be Quinn? Slave to slave seems right."

Troilus's eyes glittered evilly at his new discovery as he left.

 

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With Quinn’s aid he helped her dress in the garish outfit, the top half barely containing her breast. That could not be said true for the bottom half as there was a slit that traveled up each leg from the floor and stopping at her waist. Every movement revealed either her sex guarded by its fiery hair, or her heart-shaped buttocks. She could tell that Quinn was just as unimpressed with the outfit as she was and eventually they both just accepted how it looked and Quinn called Troilus into his chambers.

"Come in Troilus, take a look at your handiwork, I cannot say that neither of us is impressed if you wanted to dress one of your whores you have succeeded."

"But Quinn, surely a servus sexus should look the part, a whore in all but name, or perhaps you think of her as something closer than that?"

Quinn was quiet for a moment and she held her breath as she could feel the tension fill the room.

"GET OUT, GET OUT, "

"Am I closer than I am meant to be Quinn? Slave to slave seems right."

She felt a shiver run up her spine while Troilus gave a little chuckle as he slithered off. Quinn was still nude as he crossed to the doorway and grabbed her tunic that was still in a heap outside his doorway where she had left it. He brought it with him as he came back in the room and closed the curtain.

Aemilia watched him quietly. His movements were terse and she knew that Troilus’ words were on his mind. She felt responsible for putting Quinn in this situation. For the next couple of days at least, she would have to be only a servus sexus.

He threw her tunic on his bed and crossed to where she stood in the harlot’s threads. Her Master grabbed her as if she were food to a starving man. His left arm circled her waist and held her tight against his bare skin as he bent over to crush her lips beneath his. His tongue demanded entrance into her mouth and she willingly acquiesced. He plundered her mouth until their tongues dueled while she wrapped her arm around his neck. Her heart fairly pounded in her breast.

She felt Quinn’s right hand find the slit in her garment as he found her bare skin beneath the fabric and slid along until he reached a plump buttock. His hand was large enough to cover one cheek and his fingertips dipped into the crevice between the two globes as he gave her buttock a squeeze. Was it a squeeze of frustration and being unable to continue what they had started? She knew that she felt disappointment, but she could not show it. From now until after Caesar left tomorrow evening, they would have to put their lives on hold. With Troilus running around the villa, sticking his nose in everything, she would probably be sleeping in her own room.

He finally broke the kiss, looking down at her with desire as he gave a low, deep growl. He did not release his hold on her as his right hand continued to squeeze her left bottom cheek and he still held her tight to his body. And she really didn’t want to take her arms from around his neck.

“Master, I suppose I should change into my everyday tunic and put this away so that it looks nice for Emperor Caesar’s visit. I am sure that you are honored and are looking forward to seeing him.” She spoke appropriately, just in case Troilus was eavesdropping nearby.

He didn’t seem to want to release his hold on her but he did. She stepped away and reached for Quinn’s tunic to dress him. Without thinking he sat on his bed and let her do her job. After all, they had appearances to keep up. She smiled at him, falling back into the roll of servus sexus. Kneeling at his feet she slipped his sandals on his feet and tied them around his calves. He reached a hand out and stroked her red hair.

Once her Master was dressed, she began to slip out of the yellow outfit. Nude, she paused and looked at Quinn. He sat there watching her, his eyes roaming over her body. Slipping into her everyday tunic, she gathered up the new dancing gown and folded it carefully.

“Master, have you any further need for me? If not, I shall put this in my room and find Jovian so that we may rehearse for tomorrow night’s entertainment. I would not want to bring shame to your house.”

He gave her a curt nod, his mind already on other things, and she quickly slipped out of Quinn’s chambers and headed towards the slave’s quarters. Off in the distance she could hear Julie exclaiming as Troilus seemed to be giving the woman a list of the Emperor’s favorite dishes.

She wasn’t excited about all of this. Somehow she was apprehensive.

 

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Quinn retrieved her day tunic from outside the bedroom and threw it on the bed then grabbed hungrily at Aemilia's body and crushed her fiercely to him with his left arm, pressing her body possessively against him, wanting the heat from her body against his skin, his head bent down to mash his lips against hers, fierce and demanding his tongue fought for supremacy with Aemilia's while his right hand roamed over her voluptuous body, slipping beneath the harlot's slit in the gown and his large strong hand covered the whole of her tight left buttock and squeezed it hard with his fingers deep into the crevice of the rounded globes,

Comforting as she was, held tightly against him he eventually broke the kiss having reassured his lover that she was still his to love.

" Master, I suppose I should change into my everyday tunic and put this away so that it looks nice for Emperor Caesar’s visit. I am sure that you are honored and are looking forward to seeing him."

He reluctantly released her as she picked up Quinn's tunic and dressed him as he sat on the edge of the bed and then knelt at his feet and tied his sandals while he gently stroked her flaming red hair. When he was fully dressed she quickly slipped off the offensive costume and stood naked in front of Quinn giving him one final look at her nude body before she slipped on her day tunic. She carefully folded the dress and announced,

"Master, have you any further need for me? If not, I shall put this in my room and find Jovian so that we may rehearse for tomorrow night’s entertainment. I would not want to bring shame to your house.”

Quinn just nodded dully, all joy in the day having gone since Troilus's unexpected appearance, deep in his mind sat the unspoken thought, 'I will always have a need for you, as I do now."

When he looked up Aemilia had gone and he was all alone, but he didn't want to be alone, he wanted people around him, so he decided to take a walk around the city and mix with ordinary people, as the wealthy called them the plebeians or plebs. He could hear Jovian’s lute playing in the distance and could not help thinking of Aemilia’s graceful, supple body twisting and turning, her hips grinding, simulating the act of making love, he groaned silently and went out into the city.

The city was all hustle and bustle as the plebs went about their daily tasks, and trusted slaves bought provisions for their households. Quinn had no trouble moving among the crowded streets as a path seemed to open up before him due mostly to his size but also the grim expression on his face. He felt so frustrated at being denied the pleasures of Aemilia’s glorious body on the first occasion of their becoming true lovers,

“Hello, if it is not the Mighty Quinn, why the long face?” Looking up from the floor he saw the woman he had met yesterday, Lucia, For some reason he felt she would understand and he had to get it all off his chest and poured his heart out to her, even telling her of his feelings for Aemilia. She smiled seductively at him and led him into a side alley and gently backed him up against a wall, one hand pulled his head down and her lips fastened onto his, sucking on his mouth like a limpet. Her body pressed itself to his and he could feel her rock-hard nipples against his chest through the thin clothes they wore. Her other hand stroked his thigh under his tunic and grasped his semi-erect manhood. They kissed for almost a minute before she released him and stepped back, exclaiming,

“MIGHTY Quinn? You should be called Magnificent Quinn with what you have down there, I would invite you to my home but I know you would say NO, more’s the pity, take my advice and go home and get your woman and take her, fuck her until her teeth rattle, take my word for it, she will appreciate it.”

Quinn didn’t know what to say but decided to take her advice and found Aemilia still practising her dancing.

“Aemilia, come with me, we have some unfinished business.”

He grabbed her wrist and almost dragged her to his bedroom.

 

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It was hard to slip back into her role of sex slave when she really had not had a chance to be a lover. She had to dodge some of the various house slaves that seemed to be running around in a panic. Apparently the news of tomorrow night’s supper guest was causing apprehension amongst the servants.

As she moved through the halls, Jovian came rushing up to her smiling.

“Have you heard the news? Emperor Caesar is coming…”

She interrupted him, nodding. “Yes, I heard. I thought that you might like to practice as we are to be the entertainment.”

Jovian grinned in agreement and rushed off to his room to get his instrument while Aemilia hurried to her room.

In her room she quickly set the awful yellow thing down on top of her other clothes and headed with Jovian to find a place to rehearse.

As almost every room in the villa was under cleaning orders, they slipped outside to the peristylium to practice. As Jovian began to play the song, Aemilia began her dance. Her hips sinuously moved, perhaps in frustration to make up for her lost chances with Quinn. Oh, she knew that after the royal visit things should go back to normal but still she could feel the desire building deep within her for her lover.

She ended the dance bent backwards, her legs parted just enough that the center panel of the yellow dress would drape between her legs and just barely hide her sex from the dinner guests. Jovian sat behind her and could not see what the guest would be seeing.

The sweet notes of his lute faded away and he smiled as she stood up.

“I think that went well. How did you feel about it?” He waited for her thoughts.

“I agree although it would be a good idea to practice it again.”

Jovian nodded. “I agree. And if needed, we could always do that other one that you did earlier.”

Aemilia agreed and they began again but this time with the other song. They were about halfway through the song when suddenly Quinn burst into the peristylium, speaking as he strode over towards her.

“Aemilia, come with me, we have some unfinished business.”

She started, stopping in mid dance as Quinn grabbed her by the wrist. Jovian trailed off his strumming on the lute, hitting a wrong note as he watched the Master practically dragging Aemilia away with him. He suspected that he knew just what that “business” might be, and his thoughts turned to Decima working in the kitchen with Julie.

Armilia ran along a step or two behind her Master, trying to keep up with his long strides.

“Yes, Master Quinn!” She could hear the urgency in his voice. She didn’t know what had happened but she was not going to complain. The halls had a few slaves running around doing various jobs and the slaves quickly moved to get out of the Master’s way. Most were too busy to even give them a second look, though Fay looked surprised as she came around the corner and almost ran into Quinn. She started to apologize but the Master just waved her away and continued on almost dragging Aemilia along behind him.

When they reached his bed chambers, he pulled her into the room and jerked the curtain closed behind them. She was a bit out of breath as he pulled her to him, crushing her in his arms. As if he never wanted to let her go, his kiss spoke of not just want but need, and she answered back with her kiss, throwing her arms around his neck.

As the kiss broke, she realized that he had hold of the hem of her tunic, pulling it up her body and over her head. She stood before him naked and the look he gave her told her that he needed her as much as she did him.

He threw her tunic into a corner of the room before picking her up and carrying her in his arms over to his bed. He dropped her on the bed and she bounced a little as she watched him quickly take off his tunic. She could see his manhood rising to the occasion, and she smiled up at him as he threw his own tunic on top of hers.

“I love this kind of ‘business’,” she looked up at him and smiled suggestively.