Truly Mine

Khemet entered her room silently,
immediately falling to his knees and resting back on his ankles with his eyes
on the floor.  He was a tall man, his tan
skin bulging to contain his thick muscles as he waited anxiously for her to
speak.  He had been brought into the
palace a few years ago as one of the royal body guards, yet she saw him more
frequently in her bedchamber than anywhere else.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The black cloth draped he wore served only to
hide his thick cock, which was now poking up against the rough fabric; she grew
hot at the sight.  “Come here,” she said
coolly, “Over to the edge of the bed.”

He eagerly obeyed, reaching the
edge of the bed and once again sitting back on his heels.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Have you been thinking of me all day,
Khemet?”

“Yes, Princess.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I always think of you.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  His voice betrayed his sadness.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She knew he wanted to be with her always, but
it could not be so.  Her hand reached
out, much to its own accord, and lightly caressed the top of his shaved
head.  How different would it feel to
touch the silk tresses of the Roman? 

“I want you to show me how much you
desire me.  Coax me into allowing you to
lie with me.”  He gingerly touched the
fabric of her dressing gown, feeling the thinness of the soft material.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It was like this each time with him; he would
slowly touch her and tease her, as though he were marveling at every aspect of
her body.  Sometimes she wanted to simply
rip off her close and have him enter her, yet she always allowed him this
excruciatingly slow inspection.  He
rubbed the fabric between the pads of his fingers before peeling it away from
her body.  Then, she felt his fingertips
on the arch of her foot, rising slowly to behind her knee.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  They tickled the soft flesh there for a
moment before ascending to her thigh. 

Gently, he stroked her inner thigh,
enticing it to yield.  She slowly opened
up her legs to him, and he casually touched the soft pubic hair exposed.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Quivering beneath the enormous expanse of his
body, she pushed against his tender touch. 
Her body was awakening; aching for release, as he carefully pushed his
digits into her.  With a low moan, she
bucked her hips forward.  Suddenly, he
was in so deep that his hand cupped her pubis, and she began riding his
fingertips.  She felt herself climbing to
her climax, and as he pressed his thumb to her clitoris, she gripped the back
of his shoulders.  Again and again his
fingers worked into her, her hips grinding them violently.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Her orgasm exploded as she cried out and
gushed forth into his palm.  She lay back
against the soft pillows for a moment, feeling the little aftershocks of
pleasure.  Khemet lay against her,
silently waiting for his own release. 

Slowly, she sat up, straightening
her legs out in front of her.  “Come
here, my darling, you will be rewarded soon enough.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  And, without protest, he draped himself
across her knees, his hips slightly raised to push his buttocks into the air
and keep his dripping cock from touching her thigh.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She caressed the firm flesh of his buttocks,
and he shivered with obvious excitement. 
With a loud smack, she began spanking the buttocks roughly, her swings
rapid and random.  She could feel his
tears as they dripped down her left hand as it was covering his mouth.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The flesh grew red beneath her punishments,
and she could feel it growing hot.  A few
more loud spanks, and then she drew Khemet up into her arms.

“There, there,” she soothed him,
gently caressing his cheeks, “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He eagerly shook his head and wiped away his
tears.  Something in her was excited by
being able to control such a huge, threatening man, and she could feel herself
growing moist.  She pushed him on his
back, pushing the little cloth up across his belly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  There is was, his huge cock, dripping with
excitement.  She positioned herself above
it and then lowered herself to take it in. 
For a moment, she had to stop and allow herself to adjust to its
width.  Khemet strained beneath her,
resisting the urge to pump up into her. 
She had told him she would never allow this; any pleasure she gave him
had to be on her own terms because she was his Mistress, and she controlled
when he would and wouldn’t receive release.

She began rocking her hips,
grinding her body against his as she milked his organ.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Her body shook as she bobbed up and down on
his cock, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. 
He moaned aloud as he neared his climax, and she reached behind her to
play with his balls.  The hot spurts of
his semen that filled her pushed her into oblivion, and she collapsed on top of
him.  Moments passed as they panted,
their bodies slick and exhausted.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Slowly, Khemet slid out from beneath her, and
he stood and gathered her up in his arms. 

New hot water had been placed in
the tub; royalty never had to wait on a warm bath.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Gently, he lowered her into the steaming
water and began cleaning her.  She laid
her head against a pillow that had been placed at the back of the large tub and
allowed him to soap and caress ever inch of her.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  When he was finished, he dried her off and class=GramE>rub oil into her soft skin. 
Much too exhausted to move, she allowed herself to be carried back to
bed and tucked in.  “Good night, sweet
Princess,” Khemet smiled sadly.  She
lifted the heavy weight of her eyelids long enough to give him a deep, sensuous
kiss, and then he was gone.  She didn’t
even notice that the door was still ajar when she drifted off sleep.