The Slave’s Tease

Sitting with my Lord, the sounds and sights of the medieval pub around us, I snuggle in his arms thinking of our past conversation about escape and his promise to hunt me down, bring me back and exact payment. Remembering the sharp slap to my buttocks, smiling and biting my lip. Quickly before I can think better of it and change my mind I brush my lips across his and squirm from his arms, running quickly across the room and out the door, bare feet slapping on the cobblestones.

Reaching out for his glass as she squirms from his arms, watching her scoot out the door, Colin rises and saunters to the bar pouring himself a beer. He takes it back to the table and sits back placing his booted feet up on the oaken surface chuckling to himself.

Outside I run, passing shops and houses, villagers and vendors occasionally pausing to glance at the running slave and turning back to their tasks. One or two Men watch the lithe form, considering what trou...

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