Deciding this was a definite come on, and having gone some time without enjoying one of his slaves, Aurelius gave in and decided to indulge his desire. “Well, how many tags do you have?”
“Ten,” Vera shot back sweetly, pulling them from her side with a hard yank and offering them towards her.
Aurelius beckoned her to come closer to him, and the courier took slow steps towards the dangerous Legionary, her breath heavy with anticipation. The centurion closed his large hand over her long delicate fingers, and scooped the tags up. He then slowly let the pieces of metal fall to the desk, one by one, letting the sound of one hitting his desk resonate fully before he dropped the others.
“You’re very dexterous,” Vera said, almost cooing.
“These hands are very capable.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Now,” The legionary announced, extending his hand towards the desk, “I feel in order to do this property you should sit on my desk. Make yourself comfortable, sit up straight, and I’ll put the helmet on your head. Your dirty dissolute hands are better kept off of my gear.”
“Dirty hands indeed,” Vera responded as she hopped up on the desk, both of her hands holding onto the edge of it for balance.
Not moving from his chair for some time, Aurelius watched Vera with a hunger in his eyes. He gave her these seconds to change her mind, step down from the desk, run out the door, but to his surprise she sat their securely watching him back. He could tell his gaze was having an effect on her, the courier had to readjust herself on the desk, and the tension between the two filled the air with an electric tinge.
Standing up like a lion approaching his prey, Aurelius walked over until he was standing right in front of the courier. The woman looked up at him for a second, her eyes showing a hint of fear, and that small sign of his power over her drove him mad. He reached up and slowly pulled the helmet from his head, placing the heavy metal thing down on her head. The courier smiled at him then and the sight of her wearing the forbidden item emboldened him.
Wrapping his arms around Vera, Aurelius of Phoenix kissed her hungrily. She pressed her chest forward, meeting his kiss with wiliness absent from any of the lovemaking sessions the commander had ever experienced.
Caress (4)
“Ten,” Vera shot back sweetly, pulling them from her side with a hard yank and offering them towards her.
Aurelius beckoned her to come closer to him, and the courier took slow steps towards the dangerous Legionary, her breath heavy with anticipation. The centurion closed his large hand over her long delicate fingers, and scooped the tags up. He then slowly let the pieces of metal fall to the desk, one by one, letting the sound of one hitting his desk resonate fully before he dropped the others.
“You’re very dexterous,” Vera said, almost cooing.
“These hands are very capable.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Now,” The legionary announced, extending his hand towards the desk, “I feel in order to do this property you should sit on my desk. Make yourself comfortable, sit up straight, and I’ll put the helmet on your head. Your dirty dissolute hands are better kept off of my gear.”
“Dirty hands indeed,” Vera responded as she hopped up on the desk, both of her hands holding onto the edge of it for balance.
Not moving from his chair for some time, Aurelius watched Vera with a hunger in his eyes. He gave her these seconds to change her mind, step down from the desk, run out the door, but to his surprise she sat their securely watching him back. He could tell his gaze was having an effect on her, the courier had to readjust herself on the desk, and the tension between the two filled the air with an electric tinge.
Standing up like a lion approaching his prey, Aurelius walked over until he was standing right in front of the courier. The woman looked up at him for a second, her eyes showing a hint of fear, and that small sign of his power over her drove him mad. He reached up and slowly pulled the helmet from his head, placing the heavy metal thing down on her head. The courier smiled at him then and the sight of her wearing the forbidden item emboldened him.
Wrapping his arms around Vera, Aurelius of Phoenix kissed her hungrily. She pressed her chest forward, meeting his kiss with wiliness absent from any of the lovemaking sessions the commander had ever experienced.