Free Divine Cruelty by Lee Ash Page B

an earnest whisper she confided, 'The padrone would never tire of you. He constantly tells us all that you are the standard we have to match.'
     
    Too embarrassed to know what to say, Rachel smiled diplomatically and moved along to the final couple. Here the slave already had her partner's shaft out and she stroked languidly back and forth to keep the erection stiff. As soon as Rachel had knelt beside her, and given a nod of consent, the dark-skinned woman lowered her mouth and began to suck.
     
    From the shine in her ebony eyes it was clear she enjoyed the chore. She seemed to savour the sensation of her tongue gliding up and down the shaft, grinning with pleasure as she lapped the quivering flesh. When the length began to twitch, shaking with pre-climactic spasms, she encircled the base with her fingers and gripped tightly.
     
    Rachel was mesmerised by the woman's control. She glanced briefly up at the man above them and saw his eyes were squeezed shut as he struggled to stave off his ejaculation. Not particularly interested in him, Rachel turned her gaze to the woman's smile. She winked once for Rachel, teased beneath the glans with the tip of her tongue, then placed her mouth over him before sucking and releasing her hold.
     
    The man's climax was so strong Rachel empathised with his groan of release. She held her goblet up so the woman didn't have to strain to spit the come from her mouth. Their gazes remained locked as the dark-skinned woman allowed the spend to trickle past her lips.
     
    Unable to stop herself, Rachel shivered. Her gaze flickered from the woman's eyes to the ripe swell of her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and the pulse in her stomach beat so forcefully it was possible to see the skin trembling in the centre of her abdomen. Embarrassed by the thoughts she was entertaining, Rachel took her goblet and murmured a demure thank you.
     
    As she was about to stand up, the slave placed a hand on her wrist and stopped her. 'The padrone wants me to accompany you.'
     
    For the first time Rachel recognised the woman as the ebony companion who invariably followed Master Bernard to Master Vince's estate. She would have made the association before but her concentration had been fixed on the way the slave's lips worked effortlessly up and down the thick shaft and she hadn't been looking for any sign that this was someone she knew. Nodding quietly she allowed the woman to walk by her side as she entered the sanctuary of Master Bernard's bedroom.
     
    'How was the parade?' he asked. He sat in a captain's chair in front of the balcony overlooking a bustling street of traffic. A sheaf of papers on the floor to his side showed he had been busying himself with the minutiae of his business interests while waiting.
     
    'You prepared a splendid parade for me,' Rachel told him. 'Thank you.'
     
    He glanced past her, nodded at his slave, and the woman began to undress Rachel. Half-expecting this development, Rachel allowed the clothes to be removed from her body. Her jacket was taken off, her blouse was unbuttoned then slipped away, and finally her skirt was released and tossed to one side. Rachel was almost thankful to be rid of the restrictive garments and felt more comfortable when the slave had finally finished. She suspected the woman had been making more contact than was necessary, her fingers trailing too long over Rachel's exposed breasts, but she couldn't say she objected to the intimacy. After the arousal that the honour parade had inspired, Rachel was thankful for the attention of any intimacy.
     
    'Is your goblet full?' Master Bernard asked.
     
    She glanced at the glass in her hand, knowing what he expected. 'It isn't full.'
     
    He snapped his fingers and summoned her to his side. At the same time he opened his zip and, without rising from his chair, produced his erection.
     
    Rachel stared hungrily at him. After watching the honour parade her body buzzed with delicious excitement. Her need to taste his