A Roman Bath

Author's Note:

This story is highly inspired by "Laelia" by digital_bath. All credit goes to them for creating the setting and idea of a Roman slave girl, and I highly recommend reading their story! I have created similar characters, but this my own take on this idea. Enjoy!

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I couldn't help but let a deep sigh escape me as I poured yet another pitcher full of boiling water into the marble lined bath. It had already taken me several days to clean and prepare the estate, let alone fill the bath right on time for Master Marcella's homecoming. Steam rose in wisps as I quickly added a few drops of lavender oil and scattered freshly picked rose petals and citrus peels across the surface of the water. I wiped my brow with my arm, sweat beading across my pale skin as the heat of the bath filled the entire room. Glancing around the thick, dark red and gold curtains that covered the entrance, and the shining, clear white marble tiles and seating that adorned the space, I still saw no sign of him.

Master Marcella should be coming any minute now. I thought to myself.

My breath caught in my throat and my hands began to shake in both fear and anticipation. I stood and quickly smoothed the cream-colored fabric of my dress, adjusting the neckline so that the loose fabric revealed more of my generous cleavage, just how he liked it. With expert fingers, I teased my hair loose from its usual tight braid, letting my waist-length auburn waves brush my back.

And there I kneeled on a cushion next to the bath, inhaled the aromatic steam, and waited for my Master to arrive.

Suddenly, the curtain flung open and there he was: Master Titus Marcella, Lord over the Marcella estate, the first-born of the Marcella family, and the owner of my life.

My eyes drew in his appearance slowly, my heart beat rapidly increasing as I shallowly breathed in his masculine scent. He smelled of dust and sweat, and something else that made my deepest areas begin to respond in desire.

Master Marcella was returning from several weeks of debating in the Roman senate where he worked, a grueling time of constant argument, political manipulations, and endless decision-making. His thick, dark brows were still furrowed with the stress of his work, even now as he disrobed to enter the bath.

As his garments fell off his body, I could see that he was still as brawny as ever. A fighter in his youth, Master Marcella's back and shoulders still rippled with muscle, even though he was already well past 30 years. My eyes traveled down to his trimmed waist, appreciating the glorious sight of his tight buttocks and thick thighs. I could feel moisture begin to gather between my legs as my body naturally responded to such a specimen of a man.

As he approached the bath, I shifted my eyes down, staring at the white stone floor in submission and politeness. He hadn't spoken a word to me or even acknowledged my presence since entering the room, but I knew he was toying with me, letting me wait for his attention.

It was working. I was finding it harder and harder to breathe steadily, and it wasn't just due to the hot, steamy air that now wafted all around us.

I heard rather than saw Master Marcella slip into the bath. A deep exhale left his body as one muscled arm reached out to me through the curtain of steam. I took this as my signal to begin my duties.

I grasped his large, masculine hand in both of my soft, small ones and began to scrub it gently with a brush, cleaning his fingernails and the skin of his hands and wrist. I switched to his other hand, and lifted up one heavy leg at a time to scrub his feet as well. I worked in silence, sneaking glances at my master, whose eyes remained closed, hiding his piercing, intimidating gaze from me.

I didn't question his choice to relax or even sleep in the bath, but the silence was growing uncomfortable. Continuing my washings, I next grabbed a small pitcher of shampoo, pouring a bit onto my hands, then massaging it into his thick black hair. My nimble fingers worked its way around his scalp, stopping to press small circles into his temples. Still, my master made no sound and no response to my touch. How disappointing.

I finished rinsing his hair and began to wash the rest of his body. I usually did so with a washcloth, but I was growing impatient. Why wouldn't he acknowledge me?

I grabbed a small jar of our most fragrant soap, laced with rich olive oil. And with this, I began to massage the back of his neck, my thumbs pressing into every knot, every stress, and every burden he carried on his shoulders. My hands wandered over to the front of his chest, lightly teasing my fingers across his collar, before traveling down to his broad pecs. I almost touched his nipples before suddenly, Master Marcella grabbed my hands and yanked me down.

"Ah!" I yelped, almost falling into the bath myself. My breasts pressed against his wet back and my cheek brushed the rough stubble of his chin.

"Hasty, aren't we, Cassia?" Master Marcella rumbled softly. Even his deep, velvety voice made my loins throb faster. My face though, simply turned pink and hot with embarrassment. I said nothing.

"Do you forget who's the master here?" Master Marcella questioned, lifting an eyebrow. Again, I said nothing and Master kept me in that prone position and in silence, several moments longer. With my head bent over his shoulder and my hands still grasped against his chest, I couldn't see his face, and had no idea what he was about to do. But, through the steaming water of the bath, I spotted his cock. It was standing upright, clearly hard, and aroused. A smile spread across my face.

Lips brushed the sensitive skin under my throat. I stiffened in surprise.

"Do you resist me, girl?" My Master growled. Before I could respond in protest, Master Marcella flipped me onto my back on the wet tile next to the bath, and devoured my mouth. He thrust his tongue in, kissing me as if he was starving. Water from his hefty body dripped onto my now soaking dress, and I could feel the heat from his skin as he half lifted himself out of the bath and towered over my very prone body.

His lips crushed mine, but I loved it. My soft mouth responded to him immediately, opening my jaws wide for him to taste me, pushing my lips against his as we continued the violent kissing.

Abruptly, Master Marcella broke the kiss and stood up, leaving me breathless.

"Come in and finish the washing." He commanded, turning his back to me. Quickly, I slipped into the hot water, clothes and all, and took the same fragrant soap and washed all over his back. My hands scrubbed every inch of skin clean, savoring the feel of the tight muscle on his buttocks and legs too. I glided through the water, now washing his waist, and belly, and finally, my hands arrived at his cock. I reached for the soap, but Master Marcella grabbed my wrist.

"Wash me with your mouth." He commanded. I had only done this for my Master a few times, and every time I couldn't help choking and gagging on his thick, long cock. Gingerly, I wrapped my right hand around the length of his member, feeling how hard it was, and the many veins bulging out of it. He was very aroused and that only made me want to please him more.

I licked the tip of his member, tasting the sweet liquid seeping out. I continued to lick my way around the head, "cleaning" it as best as I could with my tongue. I flicked my eyes up, looking at his face. My master had his head tilted back and eyes closed, clearly enjoying the feeling of my wet, hot tongue on his cock. Breathing an internal sigh of relief, I continued my slow licks, and began to stroke his length with my soft hand as well.

Suddenly, I felt his heavy hand push against the back of my head.

"Open wide." He spit out. I barely had time to react before Master Marcella shoved my face onto his cock, my throat forced open by his girth. Tears spilled out of my eyes from the exertion and I held onto his waist as my master rhythmically thrust himself down my gullet over and over. Saliva pooled at the sides of my mouth, dripping out and covering his cock with slickness as he began to slide in and out of my jaws with more ease. I tried to relax as best I could, and added my own sucking as he pumped down my throat. With a loud groan, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, held it with both hands, and shot his seed all over my face and chest.

"Haha!" he chuckled with delight, "Taste me, slave. Enjoy the taste of your Master's seed." I kept my eyes down and complied, lifting my bosom so that I could lick the cum off my cleavage. I dared not look at his expression as I did so, making sure I was being submissive as he liked me to act.

"Mmmmhmm," He hummed a sound of approval, and I could feel his satisfied gaze as I savored the taste of his seed on my tongue.

Promptly, Master Marcella stepped out of the bath. I leapt out as well, scrambling to grab clean linens, wiping the last of his seed off my face while rushing to dry off his wet body. Within moments, I finished this task and my master pushed open the curtains at the entrance and immediately made himself comfortable in the lounge area of his bedroom. He didn't bother to put on clothes.

Cheese, bread, wine, and fruits laid strewn across the low table, a rich assortment of food I had specially prepared for him. He reclined against the soft velvet cushions, eating and drinking his fill. I knelt on a cushion an arms length away, quietly drying off my hair and body as best as I could, eyes cast down.

With a gulp of wine, he demanded, "Cassia! Come over and continue your massage."

Immediately, I got up and chose another jar of fragrant olive oil from his dresser, and poured a small amount onto my palms. Situating myself behind him, I squeezed and kneaded his knotted shoulders and neck once more, trying my best to undo all the strain of the past few weeks.

"Sit on my lap while you massage me. I want to gaze upon you." He quietly rumbled.

I did as I was told, straddling myself over his lap and gently lowered my plump buttocks onto his solid thighs. I continue to work my hands over his muscles, pushing harder and harder as I massaged his body, and tried to ignore the clear gray eyes that stared at my soft lips and young, girlish face.

All of a sudden, I felt his rough fingers flicker across my crotch and I froze.

"Why did you stop? Continue, Cassia." He chuckled again, amused at my body's response to his touch. Slowly, I kneaded my fingers into the thick muscles by his neck while his fingers got to work on my pussy.

Sucking in a shaky breath, I closed my eyes as I felt his touch glide across my lower lips, stroking up and down. I was naked under my dress, and the feel of his skin on my most sensitive parts overwhelmed my mind. A hot blush crept across my cheeks, spreading to my ears.

"What's this? Are you getting aroused? What a naughty slave, Cassia." Master Marcella whispered into my ear, clearly entertained by my struggle to hide my deep arousal.

"No, Master - Agh!" I groaned in pleasure. His fingers now pushed their way inside me, first one, then another. My wetness now coated his hand and spilled onto his lap, my thighs becoming sticky where I sat upon him. I rested my head on his neck, panting and groaning as he continued to spread me wide with his fingers, alternating between pumping motions, and pushing against my pussy walls, trying to find my most sensitive areas.

I was melting at his touch, but how I savored this feeling. Even a few weeks was too long to be without his body filling mine. Determined to reciprocate the pleasure, I reached for the massage oil and poured some onto his cock. With my left arm clutching his shoulder for balance, I reached down with my right hand and stroked his hard, erect cock. All the while, his fingers still buried themselves deep inside my soaking wet pussy.

"Mmm" he hummed in pleasure. Encouraged, I continued to rub the slick oil all over his cock, my palm gently stroking across the head of his erection, before trailing my fingers across his generous length. I fondled his heavy balls as well, feeling how full they were of his seed. I couldn't wait for him to empty another load onto my body so I could taste it once again.

Without warning, Master Marcella threw me off his lap and onto the lush rugs. He roughly ripped off my dress and pinned my body under his. His hands held my wrists and his knees squeezed either side of my wide hips. Helpless, I watched as he grabbed the massage oil and dripped it onto my heaving breasts. Slowly, he rubbed it into my skin, trailing his fingers along my collarbone, my neck, and finally, the tops of my breasts. I closed my eyes, getting lost in his teasing touch. He drew circles on my breasts with the oil, growing ever close to my nipples, which by now, were standing upright and hard for him, aching for his touch.

I groaned my impatience at him. Chuckling, Master Marcella responded. He filled his hands with my breasts, roughly massaging them, and began to pinch my nipples before bringing down his hot, wet mouth to suck on my left breast.

"Ohhhh!" I cried, overcome with pleasure. "Master- it's too much!"

"Hmph" he grunted, unrelenting. He simply switched to my right breast, this time, scraping his teeth on my sensitive nipple, and squeezing both of my breasts with his hands. My brow became slick with sweat as my body responded to his assault of pleasure. I scraped my nails across his back, earning a deep groan from within his chest as he continued to suck and fondle me. Finally, he released his lips and hands and I let my arms fall limp, my chest heaving. I was almost overwhelmed with arousal and he hadn't even put his cock inside me yet!

I snuck a glance at his cock, still rock hard, throbbing, and clearly ready to enter my pussy. I slowly lifted my eyes to my master's face.

"Cassia Aurius, you'll be the death of me." Master Marcella growled, his grey eyes staring deeply into mine. I met his gaze with the full force of my desire.

"Take me!" I whispered fiercely.

Immediately, he shoved his giant member between my legs and spread my pussy wide with his girth. Thrusting roughly, his body slammed into mine, making my buttocks lift off the rug each time he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into my inner walls. It was violent, and animalistic, and it felt so ridiculously good.

The pleasure was too much and I bit the back of my hand, stifling my groans. Master Marcella immediately ripped it off my face.

"Voice your desire for me, girl!" He commanded.

"Ahhh!" I cried out loudly, his cock having pushed its way to my cervix. I could feel him slamming into the opening of my womb over and over, even as my pussy walls contracted and throbbed around his magnificent cock. My hands gripped fistfuls of the rug and my back arched up into his body as he continued to violently thrust into me.

Moments later, Master Marcella slowed his pace, panting hard. His sweat dripped onto my body, clear evidence of how much he had exerted to pleasure himself with my young body. With his cock still buried inside me, I gave his member a squeeze with my pussy walls, the slickness still coating our private areas and thighs. He took a moment to rest, laying his head onto my chest and neck, and tickling me with his thick curls.

"Push into me." He breathed out. I smirked in response. Looks like I won't have any time to rest tonight.

Obeying, I wrapped my legs around his waist and slowly thrust in and out, pulling and pushing my hips up to his. I could feel his length slip out easily, only to sheath itself back inside my pussy and press into the end of my walls.

With a deep groan, Master Marcella, lifted me up, my legs instinctively gripping his waist and my arms clinging to his neck as he changed positions, now laying on his back while I sat on his muscular thighs. He grabbed pillows and reclined in relaxation, clearly enjoying his view.

"Keep going, Cassia. I want to watch you pleasure yourself on my cock."

I needed no more encouragement and guided his cock back into my pussy with two hands. Groaning, I lifted my body and dropped it back down onto his, riding his member with pleasure. My pace quickened, thrusting his cock into me over and over, while small rivers of sweat trickled between my bouncing breasts. My hands pushed into his shoulders as my back arched and my buttocks slammed down onto his lap, the wetness from my pussy rubbing all over his thighs. His cock continued to point straight up, piercing my pussy with its considerable size, and I could feel my body become awash with arousal.

"M-master! I can't anymore-!" I gasped, feeling the wave of an orgasm come flooding in.

"Not yet!" Master Marcella barked. "Kiss me instead."

I let his cock slip out of my wet walls and attacked his lips with mine. I wanted to taste him, devour him, and my tongue explored his mouth with ravenous passion. Master Marcella reciprocated, wrapping his tongue with mine, and gripping the back of my neck so tightly it hurt. My lips traveled to his neck, to his jaw, licking and sucking every part of his handsome face. My pussy throbbed again, letting me know how much it wanted to release its orgasm.

My kisses traveled to his ear. "Master, make me cum, I beg of you." I whimpered, and held my breath.

With a roar of desire, Master Marcella hurled me onto my back and shoved his cock into my pussy. His pace was even more rapid and forceful than before. It was so violent, I could feel my skin burning from rubbing against the carpets, and my buttocks bruising from his thrusts. I threw my arms around his neck and gripped the back of his head and hair, holding on for dear life as he used my body over and over. My pussy stretched even wider and I could feel the head of his cock pressing into the most sensitive spot of my walls, causing me to scream out in pleasure. Again and again, he slammed into me, alternating between keeping himself completely buried and grinding himself against my cervix, and pulling out entirely only to bury his full length in my slickness once again.

Before long, I couldn't take it anymore and neither could he. Master Marcella quickened his pace to even faster, more violent thrusts until he fiercely buried his cock into my pussy for the final time. With a yell from both of us, a flood of pleasure flowed out from my pussy, spreading the most intense bliss across my body, from the heat of my ears to the tingling of my toes. I literally shook with the power of the orgasm, my pussy throbbing unrelentlessly. His cum pumped into my womb; stream and stream of hot liquid filled me until it began to drip out onto the floor. My chest heaved up and down with exhaustion, his body crushing mine with his immense weight as my Master lay on top of me, riding out the last waves of his orgasm as well.

Slowly, I relaxed my grip on his hair and caressed his muscled back, relishing that wonderful post-orgasm euphoria. Time seemed to slow down as we both caught our breath and took a moment to recover.

Sighing contentedly, Master Marcella then pulled his cock out of my pussy, grabbed a wet rag and cleaned himself off, before plopping down onto his bed, clearly ready to sleep for the night. With a quiet sigh, I got up as well, already missing the feeling of his body filling mine. Looking around, I assessed the mess from our passionate sex.

Food and wine was spilled onto the tile floor, the carpet and pillows were strewn haphazardly around the room, and my forgotten dress was but a pile of ripped up fabric. I began to clean up with quiet efficiency, as any good slave-maiden should.

"Leave it." He lazily commanded from the bed. I paused, surprised. Master Marcella usually liked to keep his living space spotlessly clean.