Slave Girl 2: Chapter 73

As I suckle my Lady exposes her other breast and guides me over to it.  I hold the first one in my mouth as long as I could until the supple flesh slips from my lips at which point move swiftly to the other so that my mouth is only empty for a mere second.  I take near the entirety of her small, soft tit into my mouth and suckle upon this one as eagerly and as needily as the first.

“Hmmm.”  I coo happily.

“Mmmm.”  She sighs as she gently plays with my ear.  “Whose boy are you?”

“Your boy my Lady.”  I say with a nuzzle to her nipple.  “Forever more.”

“Good boy.”

Using just my earlobe, pinched ever so lightly between her finger and thumb, she directs me lower.  With my chin I push her dress lower to reveal the silky soft flesh of her belly.  I kiss and lick and suck the smooth skin unveiled.  I gaze up at her beautiful face as I taste her tummy.  Her glimmering magenta eyes with those green tinted black pupils stares up into nowhere, a small smile graces her lips.

“You will be a mighty warrior.”  She whispers.  “A peer to those heroes of myth and legend.”

“Mmm.”

Her smile grows.  “And you will be mine.  The mightier you become, my boy, the grander your Lady shall be.  Think of the looks on those Sirs and Ladies as I enter with the mightiest boy in the Empire.  Perhaps his beautiful wife as well?  Ohhh, you would be able to smell their jealousy.”

I give a sucking kiss to her stomach.  “I am not mighty yet my Lady.”

“Oh, but you are.  You are my boy.”  She runs her fingers through my hair.  “And you will become so much more.”  She laughs a soft laugh.  “Ahhh, you spoil your Lady, Quin.  I sometimes worry I am not worthy of a boy such as you.”

“You are!”  I kiss and kiss and kiss.  “It is I who are not worthy of you.”

My imagination bustles with images of myself standing as proud warrior then bending my knee and bowing my head to my mistress.  How magnificent she would appear to have such a man as her boy.  How powerful she would seem as I showed my discipline and obedience.  As if I did not have inspiration enough I am reminded that the greater the boy, the greater the Lady whom has collared him.  How I would love to be such a glorious prize for my Lady’s ego.

Lower she guides me until I feel the thick shaft of her half-flaccid cock through her dress against my chin.  I kiss the lovely soft skin of her tummy even more passionately.  Her fingers ruffle the hair at the top of my head.

“Hungry my boy?”  At that same moment I feel her penis swell.

“Yes my Lady.  So hungry.”

“How hungry are you?”

“Famished!”  I say through a sharp sigh.  “Starving!  Mmmm.”  I suck at her belly with ravenous desire to demonstrate my need.

“Starving?”  She giggles.  Uh oh.  I knew that giggle.  Rosa wasn’t simply horny…she was playful.  Oh gods!  What was I in for?  “Well I can’t have that.”

She pushes me lower and just as I tilt my head down to start rummaging for her dick she guides me right up and off of her.  Sitting up she pulls her dress back up over her torso and smooths it out.

“My Lady?”

“We better go have some supper.”  She says.  “I can’t have you keeling over from hunger as I try to ravish you.”

I laugh and shake my head.  What a tease!  There was no point in fighting her though, not that I ever would.  “Yes my Lady.”

She finds my face and pats my cheek.  “Come on hungry boy.  Lets get a good meal in your belly before I give you dessert.”

Coming back downstairs the mood between us is completely different than when we were heading up.  Back then my soul was heavy and my Lady worried.  But after a heart to heart and nice little suckle our spirits were high again.  The weight I’d been carrying since speaking with Toke was off of my shoulders and Rosa is positively bubbling with frisky energy.  She kept touching me and snuggling against my side and giggling for no apparent reason.  If I were wine she was fall of her stool drunk on my presence.  My Lady was certainly playful and she was overjoyed to have her favorite plaything home for the evening.  It was so wonderful seeing her open up again.

In the kitchen I am hit with a wave of succulent aroma.  The moment it finds my nostrils my empty stomach announces itself with a loud, rumbling grrrrrowllll.

“Oh my!”  Rosa laughs and rubs my belly.

On the stove sits a large clay stew pot closed with a heavy lid.  A stack of freshly baked flat breads sits nearby covered with a cloth.  I take in a deep breath through my nostrils.  “If it’s half as good as it smells…”

“It’s twice as good.”  Rosa takes a seat at the kitchen table.  “Serve me boy.”

I bow.  “With pleasure my Lady.”  I open the pot to be greeted with a cloud of savory smelling steam.  “Oh wow.”  I give the contents a slow stir with the serving spoon.  Inside I see a host of chopped root vegetables along with tender chunks of lamb, a bevy of picked herbs, two varieties of mushrooms, and an indulgent amount of garlic and leek.  I have to swallow my drool before it drips from lips.  “We have garlic?”

“We will next year.”  Rosa says.  “Those were from Cassie’s garden.”

“I hope Cas is okay sharing her bounty.”  I lick my lips and start to spoon out a couple of portions.

I put out a serving for each of us, my gut rumbling a few more times in the process.  That platter yesterday had been amazing, it was hard to beat a good trout, but this simple but hearty fare of hot stew, fresh bread, and a thin wine took me back to my roots.  It was food just like this cooked slow over a much more humble stove that quite literally built me into the man I was today.  Sitting across from my Lady I wait for permission to eat.

“Go ahead.”  She gives me a nod.

I wait a second to give her a chance for the first bite but she seemed intent on waiting to hear my reaction.  Spooning out a trio of meat, leek, and turnip along with a goodly amount of the rich broth I give it a blow then shovel into my mouth.”

“Mmm.”  I hum as the flavors swirl and open up on my palatte.  “Mmm!”

Rosa grins.  “Good?”

“Gods!”  I swallow and go for more.  “Good?  This is…nrrmmm!”  My statement is interupted by another spoonful filling my greedy maw.  “Oh gods!  Ohhhh!”

“Listen to you.”  Rosa laughs.  “You’re a slutty boy for good food too it seems.”

“It’sh sho good!  Mmm!”  I say through a full mouth.  “Schlrmm!”

The stew wasn’t simply delicious it was…right.  It was exactly what a stew ought to be.  It had the same richness and care as my Mom’s even though the taste varied.  It carried the exact same flavors and sensibilities just in different proportions.  It was country fare through and through and for this country boy things just couldn’t get better.  This was hearth and home distilled down into a bowl.  Happy to hear her boy devouring his meal Rosa begins to eat her supper with the manners befitting a Lady.

“This is incredible.”  I say as I swipe up the remaining broth with the bread, unwilling to let a drop of it go to waste.  “Mmm.”

“It ought to be.”  Rosa says between dainty sips.  “Cassie really put her heart into it.”

“That girl can cook.”  I say.  “This is almost as good as Mom’s.”  Though I don’t say it out of respect…it might actually be better!

“She was inspired today.”  She says.  “She is trying to capture a husband after all.”

“This just ain’t fair.”  I say as I gulp down the last broth soaked chunk of bread.  “How can I resist this?”

“After last night I think she wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.”  Rosa says.  “Fight lust with gluttony.”

“Ha!  It wasn’t my idea to strip down in front of her.”

“Well don’t look at me.”  Rosa says with a regal lift of her fine nose.  “The Lady is beyond reproach.”

Smacking my lips I savor the fading flavors on my tongue.  “This just ain’t fair.”

I sit up, pause, then scoop up my bowl to hurry to the stove for seconds.

Chapter 74