Strawberries

This was a weird dream, and I wrote it down as soon as I woke up, then promptly forgot about it until a few days ago. When I reread it, I noticed that you can't tell if the person speaking is male or female, so I will leave it for you to decide.

Criticism in any form is welcome, as are speculations about the sex of said person. I am not planning on extending this story beyond this chapter; it does have the potential, but unless demand warrants it, this ends here. Please enjoy.


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Without a mirror I knew my cheeks had gone red when my insolent stomach rumbled loudly.

“You do look hungry, how about something to eat? I know the perfect thing.” Mercy, how many times had I heard that? They never thought of anything original anymore; no, each smirked wickedly at his own “witty” lines and never realized I had heard them a couple dozen times before.

Here it came; some line about me needing to eat something, they pinned me down, and the only thing in my mouth was less for eating and more for swallowing. The front of his robe fell open as he climbed onto the bed and I saw the line of his body down to where he hung ready and eager.

I did not think I could make it through this time. He held himself above me; the heat of his naked body within the soft robe washed over me as he climbed higher, and my heart jumped into my throat. Soon it would not be alone.

I closed my eyes and twisted away. If I was going to have to go through this again then I wasn’t going to watch, or let the bastard think I would idly lie back and accept it. The warm body above me shifted and pushed closer to me; it made the mattress dip around me.

Something pressed to my lips, delicately moist and firm, begging entry. I struggled and smeared its juice across my lips and cheek. He just chuckled and said, “Come on, don’t be stubborn. You’ll like it if you try it.” But I had tried it, and wanted nothing more to do with it.

Eventually my evasion made him move to avoid falling over and his hips ground a bit into mine. His firmness rubbed lewdly against me, and I panicked. While I scrambled, more juice smeared across my cheek, the wet sensation startling me.

Wait.

Unless he was very, very talented, the physicality of the situation made no sense.

Cautiously, I peeked out between my eyelashes and met those deep brown eyes twinkling with laughter. He dangling between his forefinger and thumb the ripe strawberry that I now tasted on my lips.

I blinked, incredibly confused. Could it be he was sincere in offering me something to eat?

In my shock, my jaw had gaped, and he stole the opportunity to shove the strawberry into my mouth. It was delicious, and my rumbling stomach agreed that it was long overdue.
Balancing his weight above me, he reached for another piece of fruit from the bowl beside the bed.

His balance was not perfect, so that hot length pressed against me again. I knew that while I had been spared the first humiliation, there would be time for many more this night. It turned the taste of the fruit he hand fed me into ash.

A slice of pineapple dribbled juice down my chin. For the briefest second I saw him consider it, but I did not move away in time to stop him from licking it from my chin. He followed the trail up and licked away the remains of the strawberry as well. Satisfied I was clean, he kissed me. It was gentle, undemanding, and I tasted fruit on his tongue when he wormed it into my mouth. I lay still, not fighting, letting him explore me, just I had been taught.

When he broke the kiss, his face showed confusion, though at what I could not say. He fed me the remaining fruit – without dripping again – and then slid away. His hands trailed behind in the wake of his warm body; his fingertips caught my waist band.

I took a deep breath, I had been wrong the first time, but not again. When he tugged at the waistband I knew I was right this time.

“Lift your hips,” he commanded. There was a softness that tried to make it a request, but nothing could hide the undeniable command. I did as he asked, and my pants were dragged from my body. He sat up and dropped the robe off the edge of the bed. I had to admit he was a sight to behold. Broad shoulders and a narrow, utterly masculine waist complemented a strong-jawed face. Even with his waist length hair, he was anything but feminine.

Between his legs though, was the object of largest interest to me. Large was a fitting word for it, though I had seen bigger men in my life. It depended more on what you did with the thing.

When he turned away to retrieve something else I rolled over and went to my knees. It was a submissive slave’s pose, one no freeman would ever subject himself to. One of his hands caught my hip and rolled me back at once.

“I want this first time with you on your back. I want to see your face.”

There was a lot of weight in those words. An unseen test, I thought. Well, I could pass any test he could give me. I knew my training and knew to stick to it no matter what. This new curve would not faze me.

“Open your legs,” he said barely above a whisper.

He reached between my spread thighs and I stifled a gasp as he finally touched me…

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