Free Bound: Slave to the Pharaoh by Chera Zade Page B

storage room. I heard a soft moan from the doorway.
    My feet skidded to a stop. I placed my body against the cool wall next to the doorframe. Thinking someone was hurt, I waited. Giggling reached my ears. Keeping my back against the wall, I slipped inside the room. I remained against the wall as my eyes adjusted to the light.
    My head turned to the far wall. A male slave stood, his member hard and sticking out. I gasped. I had never seen an adult member before. A kneeling female slave grasped the member.
    With soundless steps, I made my way to a large chest hidden in the recess of a wall. The place afforded me darkness, and I was confident I was hidden. Light from an outdoor lamp gave a soft glow that filtered into the room and illuminated the couple.
    The female slave grasped the member with her hand, and I held my breath as she put it in her mouth. The man groaned with pleasure as he watched her ministrations. My nether region grew hot at this display.
    She pulled him in and out repeatedly. She appeared to be experienced in this maneuver. I hadn’t even known such a thing existed. I needed to do this during my time with the Pharaoh.
    Her saliva made his length glisten, and he grew larger as she sucked on him. The man ran his hands over the woman’s head, appearing to direct the speed of her motions.
    My breath came faster, and my hand reached between my legs. I moved my nightgown away and ran my fingers over my mound. Light touches at first, then more pressure.
    The woman stopped and stood up.  The man fondled her breasts, and my hand reached for my own breast. The nipple hardened under my touch. I bit my lip as sensations grew within me.
    I held my breath when the man sucked at the woman’s nipples. She gazed at him while he licked and sucked on the turgid peaks. I wished for somebody to suck on my nipples. What would it feel like? I pulled on my nipple until it hurt.
    He moved her to a wooden table against the wall. My eyes remained fixed on them. He laid her on the table with careful movements.
    The man placed kisses along the woman’s flat stomach. She held her round breasts in her hands. I licked my lips and waited to see what was going to happen next. The man’s hand trailed to the inside of her thighs. She opened her legs wide, and he put his fingers on her folds and spread them open. She released a low moan. My hand snaked back between my legs to assuage the flame that kindled into a fire.
    The man put his head between her legs, and I saw a tongue dart out and lick her mound. The woman squirmed on the table and threw her head back, mouth open in a silent moan.
    Transfixed by the scene, I rubbed my fingers back and forth on my slit, growing wet. I put a finger inside and used the fluid to heighten the reaction. I worked to quiet my breath, but my body was overcome with these sensations.
    Afraid of enjoying these sensual pleasures, I had always tamped down my desires.  But now this craving refused to abate. My body longed for satisfaction and I was going to get it.
    The man’s tongue worked faster and the woman’s hips rocked back and forth. He inserted a finger deep inside of her, and she encouraged him to move it in and out. He followed her wishes, and his finger worked faster and faster and the woman’s head turned from side to side. I could see her body tremble, and her legs shook uncontrollably. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her eyes were closed.
    Faster and faster the man ministered to her.  At last the woman let out a high-pitched keening that was dampened when she clamped her mouth shut. Her body rocked back and forth and her breasts bounced with every movement. I hoped the woman was all right. She didn’t appear to be in pain.
    She convulsed a few more times, and the man slowed his movements. Her form lay still, her breathing coming in gasps. A sheen of sweat grew on her chest and arms. Her hair lay damp on her forehead.
    The man stood up, a big grin on his face. He almost appeared…