Kyle watched Marius’ gaunt face at dinner, pushing the food around his plate, barely touching it. They had scarcely talked since the wedding, and Kyle suffered quietly, not daring to go close to him with her there.
She chirped away, very much aware of the slaves around her. “If I become pregnant, it will be a great honor, a new addition to the imperial family.”
Marius smirked but didn’t comment, his eyes drifting to Kyle’s still form.
Her lips curled into a small smile. “Which reminds me.... it would be good to have a wet nurse ready, just in case...”
He looked back at her, frowning. “Wet nurse?”
“Yes, dear. One of the slaves? If she gave birth close to me, she could feed my child too, in case I don’t have any milk.”
“And how do you plan on achieving this?”
She shrugged. “Breeding, of course.”
Marius blanched with anger. “No! Not here, not in this house!”
“Why?”
“Because I will not be an accomplice to breeding more of these miserable beings!”
Seraphina raised her eyebrows. “What miserable beings? They’re clothed, fed, some even educated, saved from their barbarian cultures and life... I would not call that being miserable. If we bred them, their child would be a slave, true, but with all the advantages of a Roman life in our household...”
Kyle and Lis listened, breathless, not daring to raise their heads, and Marius banged his palm on the table, making her jump. “No! And don’t you dare do anything in my absence! “
He had risen, and she looked at him, calm. “What are you going to do about it, dear?”
He stood above her, seething. “If you disobey my ground rules, and I find it out when I come back, I’ll divorce you... child or no child.”
She paled, disbelieving, but the look in his eyes made her shut up.Careful... “Of course, I won’t disobey you, dear.”
Lying cunt...He felt dizzy and turned to leave. “I’m going to my room. Don’t wait for me tonight.”
He left then, his steps heavy, leaving her alone with the slaves. They stood, frozen, and she turned to them. “You can take the dinner away.”
They hurried over to the table and started piling up the plates. She watched their pale faces and smiled inwardly, but her eyes stayed on Kyle, on the young man’s smooth skin and muscles, his hair falling into his grey eyes. She could not help picturing him with Marius and her blood boiled.And tonight...She got up abruptly and left them; her face a mask of anger.
Lis looked after her, trembling. “Kyle...”
“I know...”
They went to the kitchen, then to the slaves’ bath to clean up.
Sixtus grabbed Kyle’s arm when he’d finished. “Dominus wants you in his room.”
His heart fluttered, and he hurried upstairs, his stomach filled with butterflies. As soon as Kyle had opened the door, he was pulled inside, Marius’ mouth on his mouth, pushing into him.
They slammed the door shut with their bodies colliding, and Marius breathed into his mouth. “Fuck, pet, how I’ve missed you...”
Naked, they scrambled on the bed, eating each other up, Marius biting his way down Kyle’s body, making him moan and writhe.
Marius popped the bottle of oil with trembling hands and slid inside of Kyle, their eyes locking, wide. “Oh, fuck...” It felt so good that Marius felt like crying, steadying himself not to come inside of him straight away.
Kyle laced his arms around him, gently kissing his jaw, his neck and he was lost, slowly picking up the pace, their strong bodies blending.
They kissed and hugged for a while, fucking slowly.
Then Marius pulled out and flipped Kyle on all fours, biting down on his shoulder when he pushed in with one hard thrust. “I love you...” He moaned and fucked him hard, making him cry out and moan, loud. “That’s right... sing for me...” Kyle was mewling, his breath ragged, lost in their passion, and Marius reached down to pump him, licking his throat. “Come on... come for me...” Kyle jerked in his hand and Marius thrust harder, his hips jerking as he came inside of him.
