Tattoos
Cynthia's POV
Cynthia knew all along that the Veiled Servant was the Sari girl. She never spoke, nor did she do anything that gave her away, but Cynthia had certain ways to find things out. The servants thought she was a witch who had sold her soul to a devil to get her powers. That wasn’t so far from the truth. She looked in her mirror and muttered an incantation, allowing her to look into people’s dreams. She spoke the Sari girl’s name and the mirror glowed.
Vivian lay in Gabriel’s bed waiting for him, nude. Gabriel walked in, and blushed.“Oh, I’m sorry, Vivian. I’ll let you dress…” Vivian stood up and walked over to Gabriel. She wrapped her arms around him.
“Gabriel, you needn’t apologize. Or leave. Gabriel, I want you, and I know you want me.” She kissed Gabriel passionately, and he began to kiss back. She unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his pants, removing his clothes so that he wore only his undergarment. She could see his erection bulging through it. She pulled his underclothes off and stared at what made him male. She took it and her hand and heard him groan. She stroked his phallus and kissed him and rubbed her breasts against him until he uttered the moan that meant he had been brought to the edge.
Cynthia watched as Vivian fantasized about pleasuring Gabriel. Then she decided to change the dream.
Gabriel pushed Vivian away.
“Vivian, I can’t. I told you, I don’t believe in slavery. I can’t let you compromise your morals.”
“But… I want you.”
“No. You don’t. You only think you do. I’m your first master, so you want to make me happy so I won’t sell you. Perhaps I should just give you back to my mother.”
“Gabriel, don’t!” Gabriel walked out of the room. Vivian broke down and began to cry.
“There, there, pet. There’s no need to cry.” Vivian looked up to see the speaker. It was Cynthia. “Get in bed.” Vivian’s body moved without her telling it to. When she lay down in the bed, Cynthia sat down next to her. She removed her robe and pressed her breasts against the Sari girl’s. She reached down and began to rub the bud of Vivian’s womanhood. Vivian moaned reluctantly. Then Cynthia’s fingers entered the slave girl. She moved them about and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Vivian moaned and sobbed and then screamed in ecstasy as she reached climax. Cynthia bent down and lapped up the juices, making Vivian quiver with reluctant pleasure. She was crying harder than ever. “Relax, slave. It is only a dream. While you hold my son’s attention during the day, never forget: Your dreams are mine whenever I want them.”