“Don't tell me that prospect worries you!” Her tone was sarcastic. “After all, I haven't seen you in a long time. Perhaps I'd welcome the attention from a stalwart guard even if it did mean submitting to his brutal lust!”
“What's wrong? You sound angered.”
“Why shouldn't I be angered! You've made it plain enough that you no longer want me – having had my virginity that I was foolish enough to give to you – and you certainly have avoided me these past days!”
“Not deliberately!”
She laughed bitterly.
“It's the truth!” he protested. “I did what you suggested – went to your master and told him that I wanted to join his household, and gave him my reasons. I can't help it if he keeps me too busy to attend to my own affairs.”
“Oh, I'm sure he'll keep you very busy!” Scorn tinged her voice, contempt twisted her features. “And if he doesn't, my mistress will!”
“Iona, be realistic,” Ignacio pleaded. “We are merely possessions. We have no freedom to live our lives as we might wish. We must do as we are bid. I prefer to serve the Greek because I think he's more just than Bullpole – but that means doing exactly what I'm ordered to do.”
“Yes, I heard how you followed your orders to the letter with those girls. I must say it was quite obedient of you. Apparently, you are very exact in your obedience!”
“You – You heard about that?”
She nodded. “Gossip travels constantly throughout this place. And those little sluts weren't at all reluctant to describe the loathsome event – especially since they seemed so taken with your abilities as a lover!”
“I was ordered to do it.”
“I know you were.”
He sighed. “Well, then, why are you making it sound as though I deliberately did it for my own pleasure?”
“You enjoyed it!”
He studied her accusing face. “Any man would have found a degree of pleasure in making love to beautiful young women. Men aren't like women, Iona. If you're forced to submit, you can feel resentment and be repulsed by the act. A man cannot but help enjoy lustful acts – even when they must be performed in a humiliating fashion such as I experienced that day, believe it or not.”
“I cannot understand it.”
He sighed again. “All right, then there's no point in our discussing it. I did what I was ordered to do. I'll do whatever I'm ordered to do. It's the only hope for survival and a long life I have. If you cannot accept that – bedamned to you!”
Her enraged eyes swam in tears. Gritting her teeth, she clenched them hard to regain her emotional control, her entire body trembling with fury and despair – her jealousy obvious.
“Well, I'm – I'm sure you'll find your newest assignment very enjoyable! In fact, y-you'll probably find it even easier to obey than the last one!”
“What are you babbling about?”
“I was sent looking for you this night,” she said tersely, turning from him and starting to walk away, hurling the words over her shoulder. “My mistress sent me in search of you.”
“Your mistress? Maria?”
“She wants you to go to her private chamber!”
CHAPTER VII
The sly-eyed little attendant quietly closed the door behind Ignacio who now stood tensely in the private chamber – a dimly lighted cavern of a room, splendidly furnished and containing the unusually large, circular bed in its center.
Upon the bed lounged Maria, clad in a garment of sheer material, its flimsiness revealing the darkness of her nipples tipping each large and heavy breast, the triangle of dusky hair between her full and rounded thighs as well as the clean lines of her arms, torso and legs.
She patted the bed invitingly. “You needn't stand there so formally. Come here. Sit. Be more comfortable while we talk.”
He went slowly to the edge of the bed, gingerly lowering himself to a sitting position and staring down at his booted feet, his face an empty mask.
She smiled warmly. “You seem nervous. Surely, a tall strong fellow like you isn't afraid of a mere woman like me?”
He shook his head, eyes still averted.
“Then,” she continued, her hand reaching to his back and lightly stroking it, “why not relax and enjoy our – our little visit? I didn't send for you to have a sullen, silent guest. I rather hoped we might find much in common.”
He nodded imperceptibly.
Her hand went to his thigh, pinching it and rubbing it with undisguised enthusiasm. “You know that I want you, don't you.”
“Yes, my lady.” His voice was low, even.
“Then I order you to – no, I shan't order you to do anything. It would lack something if you were merely obedient. I want you to crave me as much as I hunger for you!” The insistent hand plucked at his stiffening penis beneath his tight breeches. “Doesn't that feel good?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Oh, stop speaking so respectfully to me, you young dolt! I'm so hot I steam inside – and you sit there like a wart on a toad, behaving most properly! Have you no blood in your veins? No lust in your balls?”
He raised his eyes to her eyes, staring with somber-ness. “Yes, I feel desire, my lady. But I also feel a sense of caution. You might be testing me for loyalty. You might be simply following the Greek's instructions.”
She shrilled with laughter. “Oh, that's too funny for words, you fool! Why, if that great man knew I was sitting here, provoking your lust – I would be in greater danger of losing my life than you, you imbecile!”
“Perhaps, my lady.”
“Perhaps, my soft white ass! I sent for-you because I want you to do everything to me that a virile man can do to a passionate woman – for no other reason! You must believe that!”
“Then, you must order me to do whatever you desire.” Ignacio's voice was stubborn. “Because that's the only way I'm willing to cooperate with your passion, my lady.”
She stared at him with blazing eyes, frustrated by his stubbornness. Then she sighed impatiently. “Oh, all right, you mule-ish bastard! I'm going to sample you, one way or the other. Fucking is fucking. I guess it matters not how I have you take me in the long run!”
“Yes, my lady.”
“I order you to stop calling me 'my lady.' I order you to strip. I order you to make love to me! And just to save time and breath, I order you to do anything I demand or suggest!”
“All right,” agreed Ignacio, grinning as he stood and began divesting himself of his boots, shirt and breeches. “Since I've been ordered – I must obey! And I shall – with immense pleasure!”
She eyed his bared, swollen penis that jutted stiffly out from his naked body. “With a weapon that lovely and large – it can only be with immense pleasure for us both!”
He hurled his shirt to the floor and turned to her, his grin wider and more lecherous than before. He tore the flimsy gown from her body in a single jerk that left her as nude as himself.
“Now, what first?” he chuckled.
“Oh, I must have this!” she moaned, doubling over and grasping his upright organ with both hands as she lowered her mouth to its plum-shaped tip. “I must suck your pretty red lollypop!”
“Suck away all you like!”
Her mouth closed expertly over the head of his penis and he shuddered with enjoyment as her tongue darted teasingly around the sensitive tip, a blissful expression coming over his face.
“You – You suck nicely! Th-That's it! Go back and forth over the tip! That's fine! Oh, sweet God in the afternoon heat! That feels so good when you bear down like that on each down-stroke! God, but you know how to nurse a cock, woman!” And all the time he talked, he squirmed as her busy mouth and tongue worked diligently upon his rigid member, igniting the lust in his big balls, sending it hurtling up the column of hardened muscle and into her fiendishly clever mouth – spasm after spasm of juice gushing hotly down her gullet as she swallowed every last drop of it, wiping her lips on the bed-cover when she finally lifted her head.