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Slave Girl 2: Chapter 68
🕑 Added 2023-07-07 18:32:20 +0000 UTCWith my head swirling with dreams of what the future might bring my Lady takes me to bed then strokes and sings me to sleep.
The next morning is much the same as the last one. Slipping from the covers at the crack of light, whispering my love for my slumbering Lady, some stretching and positional practice, then popping out for a bath and a shave. Despite having put in a full day’s labor the day before followed by an evening serving on my knees I felt fantastic! Hard working Master by day, submissive by evening, and coddled beloved as I slept everything about yesterday just felt right. Inside and out all things were balanced in their proper place, or swiftly moving in that direction at least, and it gave me an energized purpose. I couldn’t wait to get to work. I couldn’t wait to get home from work. And I couldn’t wait to share my bed with my beautiful slave once again. Exciting things were happening and I was loving every second of the ride.
As I wait for Cassie I do a bit of light tidying up out front of the villa. She does not leave me waiting for long. As I hear her footsteps approach I go to meet her halfway. When we meet this time there is an entirely different energy between us. Things had been done and said and seen that could not be forgotten and because of this a connection had been forged. It was different from yesterday morning when we were simply romantically compatible acquaintances or last night where we both had the Lady’s beacon of authority to focus upon. Today we meet as genuine friends with prospects to be so much more.
“Good morning Cassie.”
“Good morning Quin.”
We hug.
“Quite a night last night.”
She smiles. “Yes.”
“Sleep well?”
“No.” She laughs. “But well enough. You?”
I give her a guilty grin. “Like a baby.”
“Lucky boy.” She says. “Before you go, Mom had a proposal she wanted me to run by you.”
“A proposal? But she’s already married!? This is scandalous!”
Cassie laughs. “The cheek!”
“Would you have to call me Daddy? I might consider it if…”
“Quin!” She gives my gut a soft, but not too soft, punch. “You are lucky you’re not my boy, boy!”
I chuckle and rub my belly. “What’s the proposal?”
“Word of Rosa has spread. She’s the object of a lot of curiosity.”
“Oh no.”
“No, no. Just natural curiosity. There’s nobody else like her out here. Not even in Grumentum.” She says. “It’s not just her heritage, it’s her…well, everything. Mom was thinking about hosting Charm classes for the local ladies and she was curious if Rosa could teach them.”
“Charm classes?”
“Yeah. A touch of refinement for us common gals, ya know?” She says. “We might not have been born as noble ladies but that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate the finer things.”
“How do they even know about Rosa’s…refinement? She’s barely been out.”
“Well, I confess a lot of it has stemmed from me. I don’t share anything private of course but I cannot help but talk up Lady Rosa’s elegance and education.” She says. “Plus…she just exudes luxury Quin. The way she sits, the way she moves, her every word and mannerism makes her stand out like silk among wool. It’s been noticed.”
“I see.”
“Mom thought it could be a nice side income for you two, and her as well of course. Plus it would help show those who fear her that she is no monster.”
“Charm classes.” I ponder. “Your family doesn’t waste any time, huh?”
Cassie cocks an eyebrow and looks me up and down. “When we see an opportunity we like…we take it. Nothin wrong with that.”
“Nothing indeed.”
“Rosa is the most exciting thing to happen in these parts since the Satyr sighting a few years back.”
“A satyr?” I say as the word brings to mind a particularly lewd tale I’d heard on my journey here. “Best to keep your distance from those.”
“I did! We all did! All the women were locked away for two days until they were sure it had been driven off.” She laughs. “Despite Granny’s protests. I think she wanted to see it.”
“She would have gotten an eyeful.”
“Anyway. Think about it.” She says. “I’d like your blessing to bring this to Rosa.”
“Blessing?”
“You are still her Master, no?” She tilts her head. “Or does her control extend…further?”
“By law she is my slave. But she is her own woman. You will have to talk to her about this. I will support whatever the pair of you decide.”
She pauses a moment then nods. “I like you Quintus. I like your style.”
“You’re just saying that cause ya saw me naked.”
“It didn’t hurt.” She winks.
“Hey, listen, about what Rosa said about her father…”
Cassie raises a hand to stop me. “I don’t recall a thing.”
I look at her, grateful beyond words. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Stepping around past me she takes a opportunistic grope of my ass then continues on toward the house. “And don’t be late for work, boy.”
“The cheek!” I laugh and shake my head then pad off to share breakfast with my men.
***
“Where’s Lucas?” I say as I sit down in the grass among my crew with my full cup and food laden plate.
“Gone to town at first light.” Quique says, reaching over to slap my arm in greeting. “He said he’d try to get back as early as he could.”
“Buggering off already? It’s only day two. Gods, I thought I’d gotten through to him yesterday.”
“Oh, you got through alright.” Julian says with his chewing mouth half full. “He’s off to try to find and hire the barbarian.”
“The barbarian? The northman!?” I say. “You’re joking.”
“No joke.” Gyasi says. “He took our talk yesterday to heart. He believes that we will be a band of warriors.”
“He’s started coming up with names for us, like we’re a mercenary band or something.” Quique downs his drink and smacks his lips. “I thought Aciris Squad wasn’t too bad.”
I lay my hand over my face. “That’s terrible.”
“I liked Wolf Pack.” Oeneus says.
“Oh gods.”
“He told his father that you had recommended a slave that might be for hire in the city. He said you requested him special.” Oeneus says. “Master Horatius agreed.”
“He said it was my idea?” I groan. “Great. So now it’s my judgment on the line if this goes poorly. I don’t even know this guy! All I know is that he can fight. I told Lucas that I needed to give it some thought first. He said himself we needed my forest for his idea to work. What’s he going to do if I refuse?”
Julian shrugs. “I guess he figured it’d be easier to convince you if the slave was already here.”
“Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission?”
“Something like that.” Gyasi says. “The extra hand will be nice either way.”
Julian nudges me. “I thought you wanted to train. You were as fired up as the rest of us yesterday.”
“Well…yeah but…hooo boy.” I say. “Ah, this is Lucas we’re talking about. He probably won’t even be able to find the guy.”
“Oh yeah. Tall red-headed slave from across the north sea who used to be a gladiator and was recently arrested?” Quique quips. “They’re as common as they come.”
“Gods.”
“Plus Lucas was as determined as Aeneas. He’s not going to quit easily. You really sparked something inside of him Master Quintus.”
“In me too.” Confesses Gyasi. “I think we all feel the same.” There are mutterings of agreement all around. “A man who cannot fight is like the lion with a mane but no teeth.”
“What does that even mean?”
“He might look the part but he’ll never be able to defend his pride.”
“Okay. Well. I guess it’s too late to stop him from trying. This could get interesting.” From across the yard of seated men I spot Granny speaking to a trio of unfamiliar women. She’d snagged my attention by the fact she was pointing at me. She then grabs her own elbow and brings it down to swing between her legs like a giant phallus! Their burst of giggles ring out across the whole yard. With a big ol’ Granny grin on her wrinked face the eldest Cassia turns back to give me a hearty wave with the same arm that had just been swinging. The three others still tittering wave as well. I roll my eyes and exclaim. “This family!”
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Blisscard
Ha! I had forgot about the satyr story, good callback!
