Antony's Slave Pt. 2

Part Two

Alyssandria did as she was told the next morning. She served Antony breakfast in bed, laid out his clothes, made his bed and sat on her pallet calmly waiting for her next orders.

“Come with me,” he said sharply. “You need sea air.”

“I do not wish to go up,” she said calmly.

“I did not ask you what you wish. I said come with me, and I mean for you to do it,” he said, that gentle seductive voice gone, from nowhere his hand snaked around her neck, and squeezed just hard enough to let her know that he was in control. “Do not think that just because I humored you last night that my generosity should carry over to other areas of your duties.”

She stood idly as Antony spoke with the captain and his men. She walked around the deck, making sure to stay in Antony’s eye line. When at last she made her way back to where his canopied resting place was, he was all alone.

“Come here, girl,” he commanded.

She complied, just remembering the feel of his hand around her neck.

“Lie back,” he ordered.

She knelt on the carpet and laid back against the pillows next to Antony.

“Why won’t you let me seduce you?” he whispered in her ear.

Alyssandria did not reply, nor did she look at him. Instead she looked straight ahead.

“I know you’ve got a voice, you’d best use it. What’s your name, girl?” he demanded.

“Alyssandria,” she answered.

“And Alyssandria, you’ve never been with a man?”

Why was that so hard to understand? “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because there was never a man around. The Keeper kept me locked in my cage.”

“And did he ever–“

“He tried when I was younger.”

“And?”

“And when he tried to stick it in my mouth, I bit it,” she answered defiantly.

Antony laughed. “A dick-biter! And a virgin! Some men have all the luck.”

She said nothing.

“And you’ve never seen a man and woman make love?”

She glanced at him but didn’t answer.

“You have!”

“Some of the slaves–used to do it through the bars, but it was dark and I could never see. I just heard the moans.”

Antony’s brow darkened. “I just bet you did.”

“It sounded as if they were dying.”

“Is that what you think happens? That people die of it?”

“They don’t die of it, I’m sure, but it doesn’t sound very nice,” she answered.

“How would you know? Some sounds mean good things, even if they sound bad. One day I will show you,” he said confidently.

Alyssandria doubted that. She shrugged.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked. “I’ll show right now then.”

“No,” she said quietly. “There are people around.”

“Then you’ll have to be quiet if you don’t want them to look,” he said with a devilish whisper. “What did you think about last night?”

He moved swiftly was leaning over her, blocking her from the rest of the ship. Slowly, his fingers untied the twine that kept her breasts covered.

“When I was licking you nipples, did you like that?” he said, pulling open the top of her dressing and exposing her tits to the cool sea air. “How did it feel to have my tongue on your tits?”

She didn’t answer fast enough, so Antony leaned down and popped a nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly. Then harder.

Alyssandria couldn’t stop the groan that escaped her lips. His was sucking her breasts in broad daylight with the ships crew just a few feet away.

“How does that feel?” he said quietly, his breath against her skin. “Do you like that?”

She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes was evident.

“And it gets better,” he said, inching her dress up, just enough to slip his hand under.

She fidgeted. “No!”

“I won’t do anything that you won’t like,” he promised, brushing her skin lightly with his fingertips. He nudged her thighs open and parted her lips to her aching pussy.

“I knew you were affected by me,” he said, pressing the tip of his finger against her, causing Alyssandria to sharply inhale. “You’re wet and begging for me.”

“Stop,” she protested, but that glorious finger had already started to move, flicking her clit and rubbing her lips. Her hips began to move without her knowledge and her breathing became labored. “What are you doing to me?”

“Showing you that fucking is not all that bad,” he said confidently. “It would be even better if you’d let me use my tongue.”

She didn’t answer because her climax was upon her. Her muscles locked and grasped Antony tightly as she came, smothering her own cries of ecstasy in a pillow. When it was over, she looked over at Antony who had a noticeable bulge. He lay on his back and smiled cheekily at her as he put his finger in his mouth and sucked her juices off of it.

“Nothing I love more than a good orgasm before lunch,” he chimed happily. “Now, since I’ve done that for you, that you should do something for me?”

She looked at him through soft eyes, the relaxation drifting over her. “What would have me do?”

He leaned his head back and laughed. “I’ve so much to teach you.”

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They didn’t immediately jump into lesson two. Lunch was served and after that, Antony was called away to speak with one of his generals. The seduction of Alyssandria was a fun way to pass the time but not the reason he was journeying to Egypt.

She retired to his cabin and fell into a nap on his bed. It was dusk when she woke and found him sitting at the foot of the bed watching her sleep.

“If my little pupil isn’t awake,” he said softly. “You are quite stunning when you sleep, you know.”

He was caressing her foot, his hands traveling up her calf ever so slowly, bringing that welcoming heat back.

“No,” she said, pulling her foot out of his hand. “I should have never let that happen before.”

“Oh, this is a fun game. Pretending that you could have stopped me. But this game is growing old and we both know that I will be the winner. I will seduce you, Alyssandria. I am trying to wait until you are ready but my patience grows thin.”

“I am sorry that you are uncomfortable,” she said, trying to play the role of dutiful servant. “But I cannot do this.”

“Why?” he demanded, hoarsely. “I do all of the work and it will be better than it was today!”

“I have never been with a man,” she said quietly.

“I know that!” undeterred, he flopped down beside her. “But it takes one quick poke to end all that and you can be a real woman, not some girl.”

“But I am some girl. My chastity is all I have to my name, what will I have if I give it to you?” she demanded. “I cannot enter into a marriage knowing that I have been your whore. For you, it means nothing, for me it means everything.”

“No one care if you’re a virgin or not anymore. Fucking is fucking. If you want, I can secure you a good husband who won’t care if I fuck you today or on your wedding night. Besides, don’t you want to be able to pleasure your man, make him want you? It’s every woman’s duty to know how to fuck. Your mother doesn’t teach you enough, so someone should step in. I’m that someone.”

“My husband is the only man who should teach me–“

“And what if your husband can’t get you so wet and swollen that one flick of my thumb had you calling my name like a madwoman? What if you never know the passion you knew today?”

“Then I will never know it. I should be none the worse for it. I see what passion does to you and I’ve no wish to be like that.”

“You’ve no wish to be powerful? To be strong?”

“You’re saying if I–fuck–you, that I shall be powerful and strong? What does that thing do? Shoot wisdom?”

Antony tilted hi
s head back and laughed. “Some might say so. But you’ll find out soon enough.”

“No, I will not,” she said defiantly.

“You know, I really wanted you, I could have you on your back with a snap of my fingers.”

“I know that, but it doesn’t change my mind.”

Antony sighed and tilted his head back. “Very well, but if you want me to leave you alone, you must give me a kiss.”

Alyssandria closed her eyes and puckered her lips.

“No, not like that,” he sighed. “Down on your knees!”