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Now, she held the small key that dangled from the gold chain around her neck that she always wore. It had been a gift from Papa when she was a little girl. She never took it off.
She looked up at him, then, and found him staring unreadably down at her, as if waiting for her to make the next move.
Well, it stood to reason that if she wanted to take his seed, she had to free his cock.
She wet her lips and reached out to him with slightly trembling fingers.
She’d never touched him like this. Not ever. When she released him to take care of his bodily needs, she simply gave him the key.
Yes, she’d seen him naked many times, as he’d seen her. She bathed within his sight always, and he quickly washed with the remaining water after her.
Even if she grew to admire his male form, which was to put the sentiment mildly, she never presumed to touch him inappropriately.
Other royals, nobles and even commoners touched and used their slaves however they wanted to, often sexually, if the desire was there. It was within the Masters’ rights. And it was commonplace.
But Heba never even thought of “using” Shai that way.
Perhaps she was simply not a very sexual person; she certainly abhorred the act with Thutmose. And she had so many more pressing things on her mind—politics, state affairs, trading routes, building projects, harvests...
Purposely or not, she simply never entertained thoughts of Shai in more than the capacity of her protector, despite her attraction to him.
Now, her fingers fair tingled with the need, thedesire,to touch him intimately for the first time.
Gently, she cupped the cage in her palm—her very small palm in no way fitting his very large pouch. With her other hand, she found the tiny lock at the root of his sex and fit the key into it.
With a soft click, the cage opened.
He seemed to be holding his breath the entire time, for the clearly delineated muscles of his abdomen clenched into carved stone and did not move.
Those smooth, cut slabs were right in front of her, so she lightly ran the back of her knuckles against them, curious if they were as hard as they looked, so different from her own soft belly.
Amazingly, the muscles tightened even further as he drew a sharp inhale.
Within her palm, his heavy stones moved, drawing closer to his body. And his staff rose like a mighty obelisk past his navel, standing tall and proud and pointing directly at her.
She couldn’t help but stare at it. This alien thing. The proof of his rampant masculinity, larger than any other she’d ever seen.
“I don’t think we’ll fit,” she whispered matter-of-factly, getting cross-eyed the longer she looked.
“We’ll fit,” his statement was little more than a deep-throated growl.
She gasped when he circled his own palm around the back of her head, touching her for the first time for a purpose other than protection.
With a gentle nudge, he tilted her head up to meet his eyes. His broad palm cradled almost all of her head. The difference in their size made her heart thrash like a berserker humming bird in her chest.
She’d always known how much larger and heavier he was, of course. So much more powerful than she. Than just about every other warrior she’d ever seen.
His size had always comforted her, for he was her shield against every threat. He protected her flawlessly.
But now, in this circumstance, his size didn’t so muchworryher as… make her palms and pits dampen with perspiration…anticipation.
There was just so much of him to explore, if he allowed her the liberty. She was so curious, even her fingernails ached.
“Learn me,” he husked deeply, staring into her eyes.
“I can see you want to. Take me in hand and stroke me. Put your mouth on me. Taste my essence on your tongue. No permission required, remember?”
She jerked her head in a slight nod, mesmerized by his amber-ringed dark gaze, his eyes almost entirely black now.
