Marie had riches enough to match those of Madame Fonskie’s coffers but lack the power and connections; she was just a merchant’s daughter after all.  Was it worth it to save a few slaves and make a powerful enemy, one who’d most likely come after her?  Sigh…sometimes life’s choices were indeed hard ones to make. 

She had her businesses to attend to and her cause; Marie didn’t have time to train a new slave especially one that would fight her every step of the way, so why did she acquire him?   She could have taken him and sold him to her friend Constance, and she knew her friend would be a kind Mistress.  Yet she didn’t want to part with him, something inside her craved him and was intrigue, is it the challenge of taming him?  Sure, there were other stubborn and defiant ones over the years, but none that called out to her as this one did.  None that made her pause and want to peer beneath the surface or dream of long conversations filled with witty remarks or God forbid --love.  What would the others think of her?  Loving a slave?  She must be losing her mind.

It was so relaxing lying there drifting away, until she felt soft hands rubbing her back.  “Hmmm, Justin?”  Her eyes were closed, his hands felt so good on her and he knew just how to loosen those knots on her back.   “Yes Mistress, who else?  Unless you’d prefer someone else in your bed?”  She could feel his slight pout as he kissed her shoulder and neck.

“That’s not true.  You have no cause for jealousy, my little pet.”  I rolled onto my side to look at his short brown hair, the smooth white paleness of his skin, his toned yet boyish looks and those brown eyes met mine with a smile. I felt his soft lips latch onto a nipple, applying gentle suction as his tongue flicked at it and traced circles over it.  His hands caressed the underside of my breasts as his thumb rubbed the other pink tip.  My little pet was trying to arouse me, he wants to play.  “You’re playful tonight or maybe you just miss me.”

“You know I miss you, Mistress.  You should take me along on your business trips.  It gets so lonely here.”   He sighed between my breasts, laying random kisses on my skin. 

“We’ve been over this.  I can’t take you because if Madame Fonskie sees you in court, she might take a fancy to you and I cannot risk it.  You look young and innocent enough for her to want to hurt and I know she doesn’t like me.”  Why couldn’t he understand my reasoning?  Sometimes his immaturity does grate on me.  I was only looking to protect him.

“But Mistress, I could make myself blend into the background and I won’t draw attention to myself.  Or I could stay in the carriage and not step foot in court.  Please Mistress I just want to spend more time with you.”  He pleaded with me, seduction temporarily forgotten.

“It’s still too big a risk.  There are some very evil women out there.”  I placed his hand on my woman’s mound and whispered, “Touch me.  I need more of an intimate massage right now.”

“Yes Mistress.”  He pouted and I knew he wanted to say more but he didn’t.  He knew I hated slaves that argued with me, I could easily ignore him or punish him but denying him release while keeping him hard for hours is as much fun for me as it is torture for him.

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