Going up in the world

[Sarah]

Spurius nodded as Ione thanked him, that was more what he'd been expecting. She was a funny thing, clearly well suited to slavery if not to prostitution, since she seemed to do best when given orders. He wondered what she would do with that freedom she supposedly dreamed of, if she actually had it. He suspected that, unless he wed and quickly, she would likely end up in trouble. But perhaps she might surprise him. 

He watched as she undressed, enjoying the view of her slim, lithe form, then regarded her a little more critically as she pulled the linen tunica over her head. It was a little too big, as he'd feared, though that was far easier to fix than it being too small. The colour suited her. But she seemed a bit puzzled over the palla, initially trying to wrap it like a toga, but it wasn't long enough. He wasn't overly familiar with the fashions in Greece but he supposed she'd never really worn one. 

Could you help me dominus? I...don't know how.

"Come here." He beckoned her to him, preferring to remain seated so that he could use both hands. Gently he took the fine, soft woolen fabric from her hands and passed it behind her, draping the middle over her head so that her hair just peaked out from under the edge. "Outside, women often wear it like this." He explained, thinking that she must have seen many women doing so, as he draped the tail ends around her shoulders so that they fell, one in front and the longer end behind, to pass under her right elbow and be looped over her left. He was no body slave but he got it to sit roughly how most women seemed to wear them. "Or you can wear it about your shoulders." He added, gently folding the edge down off her hair and about her slim shoulders.

The colours really did suit her, she just needed a belt for the tunica. And it was far finer than anything he'd seen her wear so far, even that pink chiton from last week. That thought triggered another thought. "If you're worried about taking these clothes back to the Elysium, you can leave them here if you want." He added, not sure whether it was fear of theft or damage that made her hesitant to take them. Not that he wanted to restrict when she wore them, her wanted her to be able to enjoy them, but didn't want that enjoyment to be short lived. Who knew but Armenius might think the clothes worth selling. As a slave she could own nothing but what her master permitted. 

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[Sara]

She walked over immediately as he beckoned her from where he sat, allowing his fingers to adjust the palla - placing it up over her hair. She grinned at him, a genuine soft smile. There was no trace of manipulation or duplicity in her face as he then pulled it down. She stepped back for a moment and twirled in it - the fabric skirting up as she almost giggled in delight at the beauty of the moment, of the clothes. But his statement made her stop her twirling and she looked at him, gratitude passing clearly across her face. There was no hiding her emotions - a blessing and a curse. 

"Thank you domine, I...I would be grateful if I could keep them here." She smoothed her hands over her dress - her fingers softly stroking the fineness. But then she picked them up and as she stepped closer to him, moved them to gently stroke the side of his face before her hands settled on either side of his neck. "I am grateful for a lot of things." She chuckled, a small flush coming to her cheeks. "Including for your company above all others. You..." She cleared her throat. "Make me happy." 

 

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[Sarah]

Spurius Antius Claudus

She did look pretty in the fine tunica and palla, particularly with the latter draped demurely over her hair. The blue tone of the wool complimented her auburn tones. She was a pretty thing, perhaps not classically beautiful, but certainly appealing. She'd probably be even more so if she was fed properly and allowed to develop some curves. But her smile was particularly sweet, as she asked to take him up on his offer to keep the clothes at his domus, saying that she was grateful for that, and for many things. As a slave should be, and far better that she should feel grateful than hard done by, for all that she might have good reason. But an uppity slave invited a hard life, and if his assessment of her new master was correct, her lot would continue to improve. 

Her gentle touch on his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, felt almost odd. Not because it was unpleasant or unwelcome, far from it; because it was so unfamiliar after so many years. He'd told himself that he was content, and he'd lied; he missed the tender touch of a woman. He smiled up at her in turn, easily resting his hands on her slim hips. "You make me happy too." He admitted. It felt like an odd thing to say, but why hire a prostitute if not for the pleasure of her? "If Armenius ever speaks of selling you, let me know." He added, thinking that he'd rather buy her himself than see her sold away from the Elysium. Though he suspected that her new master appreciated what he had in her. Besides, if he wished to sell he might even go through Spurius, being a slave trader. 

"Sit?" He suggested, patting his lap. He was alright taking her weight on his leg whilst sitting, and he wanted her close. 

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[Sara]

Ione

She smiled, a beaming smile at his words. That she made this man happy...fulfilled her. Most of the girls she worked with were suitably detached from their clients and for the most part, so was Ione. She did her job and tried not to dwell on the men that touched her, took their fill of her. But every so often she found herself dreaming of a client who had smiled at her kindly or treated her well. Spurius was top of that list. Her breath caught in her throat as he continued to speak and her eyes widened. She nodded furiously. "Yes...yes domine, I will." Even if it was improbable she'd be sold, at least for the next few years whilst she was young and popular and still retained that air of being naive, the fact that Spurius said those words it...gave her hope. Unfounded hope, that one day maybe there would be something better for her. 

She followed instructions quickly, moving to sit gently on his lap, looping her arms around his neck. Her soft, slender fingers pushed into his hair at the nape of his neck and her eyes searched his face intently. For all she could seem guileless, there was a natural warmth and softness about Ione that came to the fore in intimate moments like this. She tilted her face to look at him, tentatively moving one of her hands to stroke his cheek, cupping it so her thumb swept over the arch of his cheekbone. Usually she waited for direction, she waited to be told where to lie, where to undress, what to do with her body...but with Spurius she felt more confident and so with a little hesitation she leant in unprompted, and brushed a soft kiss against his lips. 

 

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[Sarah]

Spurius Antius Claudus

There was a simple pleasure in having a lap full of soft, warm young woman, especially when it was one who appealed to him the way Ione did.  The feel of her slim arms about his neck, her touch on his cheek. She didn't move straight to his groin, which he appreciated. Some prostitutes were far too focused on the business, and perhaps too accustomed to young men who were already far too excited. Spurius preferred to maintain at least the pretense of having a lover, even if he was paying for her. He wrapped his own long arms, strong from the legions and supporting himself with is staff, about her, running his hands gently down her back, from her shoulders to her bottom, bumping his nose against hers as she leaned closer, accepting the kiss and returning it with a gentle enthusiasm. She really was sweet.

Reaching up, he shifted the fine, blue palla off her hair, running his fingers through it, stroking the back of her neck, her shoulders, as he carefully bundled up the fabric and set it aside. He swept a few strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear, as he looked into those large eyes at close range. "You're very pretty." He told her softly, possibly against classic opinion. It wasn't an artful attractiveness, enhanced by cosmetics and styling, but a youthful, innocent appeal that certainly worked on him. No doubt one of the reasons that Armenius valued her.

He leaned in then, kissed her mouth again, her cheek, her neck beside her ear, taking a deep breath of the scent of her. "You smell good." At least this way she was clean and he could pretend she hadn't serviced many other women. He kissed her neck again, lower, and the angle where it joined her shoulder, nuzzling the neckline of the gifted tunica aside, so that he could kiss her collarbone. Beneath his lips he felt the small ridge of the scar he'd seen before, gifted by the psychopath her previous dominus had entertained. Hopefully her new one would not, and he hadn't seen any sign of new marks as she'd changed.

Gently running his hands down her sides, he could feel her soft flesh beneath the fine linen of the tunica; the slight swell of the sides of her breasts, her slim waist, her hips. Kissing the corner of her jaw, he was struck by an impulse. He didn't just want to enjoy her, he wanted her enjoyment too. "What would you like?" He asked, a whisper in her ear.

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[Sara]

Ione

Ione gasped softly, her body arching lightly into his touches as he swept over her skin with his hands and his lips. This was different, very different. She'd bedded men who took their enjoyment of her slowly, deliberately, but very, very rarely did she find one who luxuriated in her as if she were a lover not a prostitute. It was difficult for her to figure out what to do, how to react, and so instead she did what came innately. Her fingers of one hand moved to thread through his hair, softly stroking, whilst the others moved to stroke softly over his chest through his tunic. 

But his question threw her and she let out a little noise of surprise, angling her head to look at him. "What would I like?" She repeated, her face a picture of confusion and embarrassment. She had never, ever been able to hide what she felt - it was what made her a particularly poor prostitute - and now it made her flush in shame. She shifted on his lap a little, moving a hand back to loop around his shoulders. She tried to bluff her way out of it at first. "I would like whatever you want from me..." She gave him a slightly wan smile and then bit at her full lower lip. He didn't like liars, she knew that. She sighed softly, dropping her forehead to rest against his. "Nobody...has asked me that before." She murmured. "I...don't know what I would like. I...sometimes...I touch myself." She gave him a slightly more genuine, shy smile. "I like that."

 

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