The Seduction of Aris

Aris had business last night and told me he would speak with me on some things upon his return, he with his small entourage left the ship and suddenly the ship was like a prison, so quiet, lonely, and I began to weep, pitifully for myself and my family. It was a time later that I woke up and crawled from Max's bunk, the ship still quiet so I took a long hot bath to think about things..

Max's departure will forever leave a scar that will not heal stacked upon the others he has left through our long history together. I will have no need to speak on him again... my life without him will speak my pain well enough.

As I finished I heard boot steps on the deck and it was towards that sound that I followed after silks were slipped on, maybe.. just maybe it was Maximus? To the corner I stopped and held my breath as I looked around, it was Aris and I stepped back before he could see me, my disappointment clearly seen on my face.. pressed against the outside wall of the cabin I had to fight the wash of tears that threatened again. Aris though did not miss much and he bellowed my name knowing I would fly out from the darkness and end in a kneel at his feet, I looked up at him and forced a smile, he himself looked tired and haggard. Paga was his first order of business and as I came back with the cradled bowl, I approached him, a man that had always been there for me but didn't seem to want me.. I lowered to kneel keeping the vessel tight to my breast.. splayed my thighs and arched with a small whimper of slave woman begging touch. To this he lifted his brow and leaned an elbow to leg to watch me better. For him I displayed a whore begging for his touch, a slave who begged to be touched by the strength of a man such as him. The bowl lifted and my lips upon the side lingered .. I didn't yet offer it but let him watch me kissing the bowl like I would his lips.. my body leapt to response, clearly through the silk he could see erect nipples and the tell tale squirm upon my heels, the bowl was offered and he took it from me and drank deeply as he was content watching me for what seemed the longest time.

It seemed forever to me.. his dark eyes and I began to tremble as for so long I had fought my desire to service him because of how I felt about my Master. Too, he had been my dearest friend when I was a Free Woman and Companion, he seemed so angry at me when I submitted myself to slavery.. and perhaps angry that I had not come to him but stepped around him to get to Marcus, a man who makes me feel my slavery so.. So there Aris seemed to stare at me, kneeling there hot and sassy.. would it be a stare off? I almost chuckled but there was an intensity sitting between us so rich that I had to look away and out towards the water for a time to collect myself. He of course did not miss this and tapped his thigh for me to come closer and spread out his boots to give me room to come in close to him. I will admit at first that I was shocked but I seemed to move without thought and in between his legs, I looked up at him for a moment and boldly lifted my hands to release his leathers, the laces slipping free with ease and his amused expression to me as he grabbed me by the hair. His voice low and exciting told me I had better please him well, I had better not be a common slut.

Of course what could I do.. my mouth upon him and an eagerness that brought a startled sound from him, oh yes, I felt the urge to make him pay for all of the times he touched the slave, Ivy, and not me.. silks were slipped free and I was ravenous and enticing, pushing the man beyond his limits.. he growled and pulled me from him and tossed me away from him. I landed in a sprawl with a cried out gasp, he seething as he looked at me as he must have suddenly remember all of his pent up anger at me. My palms to the deck, on my hip and half twisted and I looked him, breathless I was and taunted him with a slow lick of my lips telling him without word just how delicious he was... I moaned and writhed there right where I laid, he glared down at me and told me I was a taudry whore... I smiled and crooned, "yes, Master." But no, I did not stop, I pushed him with the sights of a writhing slave girl, there on the deck before his feet, moaning and begging for slave rape by a man that just as soon choke me.

He lunged at me and I screamed out in fright but he was on me like a hungry larl.. my body like a ragdoll beneath him as I was no champion to his strength. I found myself pinned by the hold he had on my throat, the collar there the only thing keeping his strength from cutting my breathing. I was getting scared as he seemed intent on hurting me but suddenly as I turned to try to get away from him, fingers scratching along the planking of the deck, I was forced down and mounted by him, his eyes dangerous and his mood very dark.. I whimpered yet my body responded to perfection, writhing and arching, hips lifting as his thrusts were harsh and a lesson to all of my taunting. He raped me soundly for ahns of time and finally lifted my withered and bruised body to carry me to his bunk with him, I slept wrapped around his legs, where he wanted me. He awoke several times during the night taking me by the hair to service him until he had his fill...

In the morning he dragged me up to him and held my head into the crook of his neck and whispered to me as he held me tight against him. He told me he would be taking me to Ar, we would live in an Inn there. He told me Max had walked out on his responsibilities for the last time and that he was going to raise these children that he had been more a father to. As he said these things, he knew I would grieve and hate him for what he was doing, he held me tight and listened to me break down as he took me away from my Master... a Master that was never there. He explained that all would be well, he would allow me to see the children at times until courses in my life changed that. I told him I hated him, he said he knew this and I had no choice in things, it was then he rolled over me and took me tenderly this time, no brutality yet still making me move well and cry out in submission as relentlessly he drew my passions from me over and over, when he felt he had taught me well enough, he did not stop until my body gave in to him again and then it was he smiled and let me sleep.

When I awoke, we left for Ar.