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"I am so lucky to have you here with me," Bella summoned a smile to her features.
"Just remember it's all about the attitude here, we are demure and submissive but we are sex on legs, and it's our job to make everyone out there envious our Master. Now the kitchen is set up simply with ease of movement in mind. Thalia worked in a restaurant for years as a chef and is an organisational whiz," she spoke softly. She took Bella on a brief tour of the vast room making sure she knew the basics and introduced her to several girls who were friends.
Bella smiled politely as she greeted with nods and a few embraces, but she knew she would be hard pressed to remember names.
"It's time girls," Thalia approached them, "Go serve your Masters. Have fun tonight, Honey. We will talk in the morning about your chores and abilities."
"Thank you, Mistress Thalia. I am looking forward to it," Bella raised her smile to the woman.
"Now it's all about attitude. Remember you are the slave of one of the most power men in Gor, you need to own that and live up to it, make all of the other want to own you. For the benefit of all the Master's watching the new girl, start with the southern serve style for your Master. Then watch and listen for the men who Identify themselves as Jarl's, they will expect the northern style of service. Most importantly don't forget to relax and have some fun," Nyx grinned and gave her a small push toward the deck.
Bella took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back. She glided out onto the deck with perfect posture. She blotted out the noise around her and made her way unhurriedly to Stephen, who sat with a group of four men. Melting to the wide kneel of the nadu before him, she waited to be acknowledged before speaking.
"Ah, here she is," Stephen's deep voice seemed loud to her ears and she looked up momentarily.
"May your girl be of service, Master?" Bella said softly.
"You may," he lifted her chin to look into her face seeing her nervousness being held at bay. He placed his free hand down into the bag that sat on the ground beside his chair and brought out an ornate goblet of steel and glass. "Take care of my goblet and bring me a bottle of Ka-la-na to share with my friends."
"You're not still carrying hat old thing around with you are you? Where is your trust among fellow warriors," The man who had met them when they arrive mocked Stephen, Bella recalled his name was Arek.
"As you wish, Master," Bella delicately took the goblet from his hand and held it to her chest as she gracefully stood and sashayed back toward the kitchen. Standing at the bench, she knew where the wine racks were, so she quickly dipped the goblet into the steaming soapy water to clean it. As she began to dry it carefully, she noted the etching in the glass of the sun setting on some unknown lake. It was a truly beautiful piece. Finally, happy with its shine she rolled the rim of the goblet around the soft flesh of her neckline to ensure no miniscule chips were there and found only perfection.
Smiling she turned toward the wine racks and saw to her delight that Nyx hovered close by watching in case she needed help but not interfering. Smoothing on hand down over her hip, she glided swiftly to where the wines were stored away from the heat of the ovens. She inspected the racks seeking out a brand that she knew. "Penfold's Kalimna," came a whisper from Nyx. Smiling as if discovering the perfect bottle herself Bella picked up the Kalimna with a small nod to the woman who had helped her and tucked it under her arm. Once again holding his goblet with two hands she turned in a dainty pirouette.
Returning to the bench, she worked the mechanical corkscrew to remove the cork then took it and placed it firmly back in at a distance where she could reopen it with only a little force. Taking up the bottle and tucking under her arm making sure there was no leakage, she grasped the goblet and spun on the balls of her feet to look back out over the deck. She could now not only feel the eyes on her but also see them and she swallowed noisily stilling her nerves and summoning a small, she hoped sexy smile.
Walking carefully, placing one foot after another directly in the centre of her being she rolled her hips wantonly as she made her way back to her Master. She tossed her head once sending her curls back to bounce over her shoulders and cascade down her back as concentrated on Stephen and not the attention she was receiving from the other men on the deck. She knew she was a novelty being new here and that it shouldn't bother her, so she did her best to block it out.
Sinking into the now familiar wide kneel, she rocked back on her heels and settled the goblet between her thighs feeling her heat and arousal with the look he gave her. Lifting the bottle carefully from the arm where she had tucked it, she licked her lips making them glisten. Lowering her eyes to his boots, she lifted the bottle parting her lips and placing the cork between her sharp white teeth. Pulling her hands downward, the bottle gave a loud pop as it was uncorked. She inhaled the rich aroma of the wine before lowering the bottle to pour it into his goblet filling it to the last ring.
She could feel her thighs trembling as she lifted the bottle back to her mouth to cork it again, with some difficulty. Her tongue tingled with the taste of the wine as she slowly placed the bottle back on the ground to the side of his chair.
Lifting the goblet and almost caressing her body with it as she raised it up over her belly and chest once more, she brought it to her lips kissing the side just below the rim. Turning it in her hands, she lifted it to him raising both arms slightly and lifting her eyes to him briefly.
"Master, your girl offers the fruitfully delicious wine of the Ka-la-na and hope that this service was pleasing for you to watch," she said sweetly keep her voice even and clear.
"As always you are beautiful to behold," Stephen said taking the glass from her hands and taking a deep swallow. "Come kneel beside me," he indicated the left side of his chair and Bella hastened to comply.
"A lot of fuss about nothing. There's not much heat to the tiny thing," Another of the Masters close by muttered, "Perhaps she has been spoilt and no longer feels the heat of her slavery."
"You Jarl's just don't appreciate grace and poise. If you're looking for someone to bump and grind all over you call Mariposa over. She has no finesse at all," Arek laughingly came to Bella's defence surprising her. Feeling like she had let her Master down and wanting to prove herself worthy Bella almost forgot her place and considered offering the man service. She felt Stephens fingers slowly twine in her hair softly and slide through the curls as if petting her.
"It's a shame you feel that way, Celeron, old boy," Stephen said laconically. "I was going to have her offer to bring you some of that god awful mead you insist on drinking at these gatherings."
"Fuck, I'll be a Jarl if it means getting some of Honey's sexy service," Arek guffawed.
"Honey offer, Jarl Arek service," Stephen smirked. He knew Bella would take this as a challenge, and he was looking forward to wiping the smug expression from Celeron's face.
Bella took a moment to think and rose steadily to her feet. She gave Arek a smouldering look and moving closer slid between his open legs as he sat staring at her bemused by the change in attitude. Leaning one hand on the back of his chair, she snaked her way up his body brushing her breasts over his bare chest with a small smile touching her lips as she held his eyes. Lowering her head she let her lips lightly travel over his shoulder and neck before grasping his earlobe gently and purring, "May this girl be of service to you Jarl Arek?"
"Hell yes!" He slid his hands up her thighs to her hips holding her gently. "I'll have Paga."
"How would you like that served Jarl," she murmured softly into his ear as she continued to nibble at the ear lobe.
"Over ice in a heavy-bottomed glass," his voice held an edge to it. Stephen smirked at Celeron and shrugged shaking his head.
"As you wish Jarl," Bella let her hands glide down over Arek's neck and chest as she slowly stood and took two steps back from him while maintaining eye contact. She then spun and swishing her hands behind her flipped up the bottom of her camisk up revealing the cheeks of her ass.
"Scotch on the rocks," she told herself lightly as she stood before the shelves seeking out a suitable glass. Stretching to her tiptoes she reached up to tease a tumbler from a too high shelf remembering what Nyx had told her about the way silhouettes were highlighted by the wood fire stoves. She hurriedly went through the process of cleaning the glass and walked toward the cold room.
She wasn't prepared for the chill of the floor on her bare feet and she shivered as the cold wrapped around her. It seemed to sink into her making her nipples pucker to arrow points beneath the sheer silk of her dress. Dropping three pieces of ice into the glass with a loud clink, she hurried from the room bumping the door closed with a swing of her hip. She shivered again and tossed her hair back to cover the movement.
Pouring a generous two fingers of scotch from the crystal decanter she took a deep breath to regain her poise and heat. Then moving with the hip swaying, rolling gait of a wanton slut who could be any mans she made her way back toward Master Arek. Holding his gaze as she drew closer to him, she climbed deftly into his lap straddling his thighs. Lifting the glass to her chest and then to her lips, she pressed a soft lingering kiss the rim. Turning it and pressing it to his lips so that he might both receive the imagined kiss and taste the liquor she purred softly holding his gaze.
"Jarl, your paga, may it warm you like the embrace of a heated slave," she purred in a low voice.
"Your service was most pleasing. I would keep you right here except that your Master does not seem to appreciate the merits of the idea," he laughed. Arek picked her up from his lap placing her between the chairs of himself and Stephen. "A man could get quite carried away with that one."
"I'll admit that was unexpected," Celeron said.
Arek laughed loudly, "Now he will spend the rest of the night trying to find fault. Tell me she is dancing tonight that will make it all the better."
"She is too small to be a dancer," Celeron huffed. "Now Nyx, there's a dancer." He smiled obsequiously at the silent Mike.
"Kolton has requested she dance tonight so we shall see if she can dance despite her height impediment," Mike said dryly without a trace of a smile, making Arek laugh even more.
The night wore on, and Bella was grateful that Stephen had seen to it that she had eaten earlier during their journey to this place. He gave her small sips of his wine and allowed her a small bathroom break in which she got herself a glass of water.
Finally, Master Kolton called her to him. With great anxiety, she approached and knelt before him.
"Dance to show me your pleasure at joining my home and submission to the Masters of Gor," he commanded and sat back in the chair.
"Yes Master," Bella said, and keeping to the role of a demure slave of Gor, she peeked up through her long lashes. Taking a deep breath, her heart pounding with nervousness she rose up onto tiny feet, gracefully weaving her way back across the room to the pit of sand.
She stepped carefully flicking the sand with her toes as her eyes sought out Stephens in the gathering, and a small, soft smile played on her lips. She lifted her slender arms high in the air intertwining them and picked up a beat and melody in her mind which she hummed softly as the dance began. To her surprise a drum began to accompany her, and a lone acoustic guitar picked up the melody that she hummed helping her to mark the timing of her dance.
Bella swayed her hips to the beat, and her hands slowly lowered twisting gracefully like retreating serpents until her hands touched the new steel around her throat, and she lowered into a wide kneel. Releasing the collar she placed her hands on the floor and moved with grace, sensuous hips swaying from side to side like a cat on the prowl she moved towards Master Kolton slowly. Then halted as if by an unseen barrier and fell to the floor just out of his reach.
She rolled to her back still lightly humming along with the melody in her mind and let her fingers begin to trail along her tummy, lightly, teasingly. She swung her head to the side brushing her hair over her shoulder so that the ends of her curls grazed her budding aroused nipples. Breathing in slowly, she felt herself yearning once again for Stephen's touch, not just acting out the need in the dance, but wanting it so badly. She dared to peek in his direction and found his face a mask showing no emotion except in the heat of his eyes which did not waver in their gaze upon her.
As if those eyes commanded her, she raised her small hands cupping her breasts as they rose and fell in time with her increasingly rapid breath. Her emerald eyes closed for a moment as visions of him danced through her mind. She replayed their afternoon together over in her mind, not knowing at the time that she could ever feel this desire for someone other than Mel again and letting it settle into its own place within her being. Rolling back to her belly, she looked up at him directly showing her heat and need within the dance and slowly knelt, her hands trailing up her ribs to cup her breasts momentarily once again.
Bella let her gaze roam around to the other Masters watching her before settling on Master Kolton. After all, Stephen had been an audience of one for this exact dance earlier that day. Her hands continued their upward motion combing through her curls and letting them fall back over her shoulders. Her hands lifted skyward, and her body followed until she stood, the rope belt of her camisk coming undone and falling to the sand at her feet. With the belt gone the silk hung from one shoulder exposing her nakedness beneath to all. She twirled on the balls of her feet letting the remaining silk flutter and swirl around her.
As her spin slowed her hands reached for the collar she now wore, and the memory caused her to look up into Stephen's dark gaze again. Concern clouded the heat in his eyes momentarily, and she realised he knew her well. She felt the love he had for her in that look, and she smiled softly once again swinging her hips to the beat and beginning to humming aloud again to show her pleasure at wearing his collar. Even if it was only for her time here with these people.
Her graceful swaying dance moved further toward Master Kolton for whom she danced this time, and then around him. Her long fingernails trailed up and down his bare arms on over his neck as she swayed and spun around him pressing against him and making physical contact with him so that he could feel her heat. She saw the dark expression on Stephen's face and with a small whispered whimper interrupting her soft humming; she spun away from Kolton again dancing back across the room.
She stopped abruptly and turned to scan the faces of the men her green eyes flashing as she delicately fingered the collar about her neck. She began to rotate her hips in a newly learned move as once again her hands travelled down her body slowly, her breath catching as they playfully danced over her nipples before moving on. Her deep green eyes were aflame with desire as she danced sensuously with an instinct she had only discovered she possessed earlier that day.
Bella's rounded hips gyrated in slow, insistent circles. It was an uncontrollable reaction as if she was a wanton slut begging for attention. She let out a soft sigh feeling the slick wetness of her excitement growing with each passing moment. Concerned for the temporary tattoo, she spread her creamy thighs wider, displaying more of what she was feeling. Her eyes were constantly seeking out Stephen as she gazed over the watching faces, and she extended a small pink tongue to lick out over her dry lips.
Allowing her knees to buckle, she knelt back down on the sand and leaned forward to crawl sensuously toward Master Kolton again, her hips swinging. She knew this could end badly. She remembered that Nyx had warned her of the moodiness of the old man who ruled this enclave. She wanted to please him and in turn make Stephen proud of her.
She sat up before him grinding her hips to press her cunt against her feet below her. All of the uncontrollable sexual need she felt for Stephen could be seen in her eyes even as she looked up at the old leader. Her movements caused the long strands of her hair to bounce and cascade across the slender line of her shoulders as she brought the dance to its conclusion.
Bella gazed up into his eyes and was greeted by a hard look she didn't understand making her falter in the dance thinking she had perhaps gone too far. Her lip caught between her teeth as anxiety enveloped her. Still she brought herself back to the dance and drawing her hands up her body she entwined them over her head before bending forward in a position of submission to him and whispered, "La Kajira."
"You have my protection while you are in my home and lands," Kolton said loudly. The men around her stomped their foot or slapped their thigh by way of some applause, and the noise startled her as they cheered. "Return to your Master," he finally said after long minutes in which she did not dare move from her position at his feet.
Bella rose slowly her breathing remaining slightly ragged and glided to Stephen's side. She did n't interrupt the conversation he was having with the four men he sat with, but rather knelt at his side quietly. Almost immediately she felt his large fingers begin to twine and pull through her curls, and she smiled.
"Alright, Arek," Celeron's voice reeked of frustration, "I will admit she was mildly entertaining, but she is not the quality of Nyx or Elena." He nodded at Mike in acknowledgment of his coveted slave.
"Maybe not, but the girl can dance, and she can serve better than most," Arek gave a wide smile. "And if I am not mistaken about the smug look on Stephen's face, I would hazard a guess that she has some skill as a pleasure slave as well." Arek laughed his enjoyment at the look of chagrin on the other man's face. "So pay up, a bet is a bet." Celeron stood and walked away with Arek still laughing. "That was a shrewd move there brother; Nalani will not be happy about the outcome."
Bella could see Celeron talking to an animated woman on the other side of the room and remembered the conversation from when they had arrived about Nalani and her brother. She glanced up at Stephen wondering exactly what had gone on and noted the small smile curling his lips as the pair looked over toward him before resuming their conversation.
"Well Brothers, it's been a long day," Stephen stood and stretched. "I will be glad to catch up with you again tomorrow."
"Sure, I'll bring up a couple of carts of gold just in case you change your mind about selling her," Arek grinned and took his wrist in an odd clasping handing shake.
"Not much chance of that my friend, but the offer is appreciated," Stephen chuckled I his low bass.
Bella walked behind hind Stephen as he made his way across the room and stood close to Celeron and Nalani. "Do we all understand each other," he said in a dangerous tone.
"We do," Celeron nodded but the eyes of Nalani, the only part of her visible from beneath the swathes of material, looked at him coldly as she said nothing. They went to Kolton, and bade him good night thanking him again for his hospitality and left the large deck heading back inside the grand house. Stephen lead her through the long corridor and up a flight of stairs saying nothing and not looking back at her at all. His symbol, the same one that hung around her neck was on the door that he eventually opened on the upper floor, and she followed him into the room.
