Being part of Lucas Roland, the earl of Whitlam's sextuplets wasn't the worst thing I'd done in my life. It had been slightly over two months now and I couldn't find a thing to complain about. The orgasms were consistently powerful, I had to get used to the fact that he liked to cuddle and I couldn't fight my way out of his grip. I had watched a number of smokey-eye tutorials and was quite ready to put on a Supreme's wig and lay in line with my fellow concubines with our legs wide open and our pussies out as we wait for the Earl to decide who's pussy he fancied this evening. I pictured it something like that Ciara video when they're all in line under a ballet pole wiggling their legs.

I hadn't seen any of the smokey-eye sextuplets though, and I imagined it was deliberate on Luca's part, a safety measure so I didn't have to fully face what I'd become.

I'd even gotten used to the being tied to his bed for the smallest of infractions. Sometimes I'd sneak out of bed to go gossip with Hervé, sometimes I wore a bra, sometimes I didn't wear a bra; the rules were always shifting and I was always getting punished for it. Mostly though at some point if I pouted enough he felt obliged to eat me out until my voice was hoarse from calling out his name, and that was a result I could readily get behind.

I was so attached to this result that even though I'd refreshed my kidnap training and was fully capable of freeing myself each time he tied me up and left me there to "think about what you've done", I'd often untie myself once I was sure he was gone, go about my day and then tie myself up again when I thought he'd be coming back, ready to pout until he sucked me off it. I once untied myself, threw on one of his shirts, went through nursery options with Hervé and then had to run back to the room and tie myself back up while Hervé distracted him. It wasn't always that interesting, sometimes I just untied myself, read a book from his study and returned it.

Today I just really needed the loo, so I untied my hands then my feet before walking to the toilet. The key was mostly to concentrate on the knots tying me to the bed not tying my ankles and wrists to the each other, that way, even though I walked around with ribbons on my ankles and wrists, it was easier retying myself without him noticing anything.

He had tied me to the bed because he found me having breakfast with Hervé, and I was thinking deeply about what a bad sex slave I was, but I also needed a wee. I hop off the bed, go to the loo and pee and then I clean myself but then I get nervous because what if there's tissue stuck on my pussy lips and he sees it and discovers that I'd gone to the loo somehow? So I wash my lips clean but the water is cold and now I have wet thighs, so I wash over the cold water with hot water to balance it out and then wait for myself to air dry while looking through his...cosmetics.

I'd always been curious about his cologne anyway and of course it's wicked expensive looking and I've never heard of it before: Creed Aventus. I sniff it and that familiar intoxicating smell confirms it. I try to check if I've air dried and there's no reason to suspect I'd left the bed and then I walk out of the bathroom and back towards the bed, still naked except for the ribbons attached to my hands and feet.

I was halfway to the bed itself when something peculiar caught the corner of my eye. Standing by the window, a glass of water in his hand, a towel around his waist, was Lucas Roland.

Luca's mouth was on the floor, staring after me like he'd seen a ghost. I did that stupid thing I do when I'm shocked, when I pretend to be statue and hope he doesn't notice me standing there, but no matter how many times I did it he just wasn't a motion detector. His face though! And the fact that he was standing by the window probably because he thought I'd gone out through there?! I try and pout, taking my lower lip into my teeth guiltily because I figure if I start now I'll be getting eaten out sooner.

He takes a gulp of his water, still in disbelief (I thought he'd drop the glass). I try and choke back laughter because I was busy trying to make the puss-in-boots eyes at him, but the laughter, it won't let me win!

"How?" he stutters in shock

"You can't believe it innit?" I chuckle giving up on the pouting completely now

He couldn't. He was absolutely floored! Poor lad!

He chuckles softly as well. What starts as a soft chuckle leans into a guffaw and then we're both keeled over laughing at the entire thing, mumbling incoherently at each other. Everything just seemed so hilarious... that the binds were still on my hands and feet, that there'd been no sign of struggle... that I'd walked out so casually like I'd done this a number of times. I realize I might just get away with this!

"tha thu cho fiadhaich agus cho àlainn, mo gràdh." He mumbles softly to me, cupping my face in his palm (you're so wild and beautiful, my love)

I'm shocked by the turn of events, even more so when he leans down and presses his lips against mine. It wasn't his usual demanding kiss, not that I didn't enjoy those. This was the kind of kiss that aimed to savour, not devour me; it was almost as if he wanted me to kiss him back. If I had been of sound mind, I would've leaned away from this dangerous type of kissing that I knew for a fact he was a maestro at. But I wasn't of sound mind, so I gave in with a tiny sigh I didn't know I was holding on to, and then I leaned over closer and pressed my lips against his.

He released a soft breath too, as if he'd been nervous about the entire thing, and then he pulled my naked body against his, and I pulled his towel off his waist. We stopped to chuckle intimately once again when our hands lowered simultaneously onto each other's asses, and then his lips pressed against mine more feverishly, his hand squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple.

Usually, when Luca kissed me it was possessed and demanding and a statement of intent. It said something, boldly too, and I had to comply with it. This wasn't that kiss at all, it was tender and evocative and a sensual invitation.

I moan softly into Luca's mouth from the delight, which seemed to encourage him further. The kiss deepens, one of his hands now cradling the back of my neck, holding my face in place as the other hand slides down from my breast and to my thigh then hip, pulling me gently against him.

The feel of his erection against my stomach and the dizzying kissing fills me with need.

"You have the smoothest skin" Luca whispers against my lips, his hand tracing my curves as he groans softly

"Fuck! And your lips" he groans caressing my lips with his fingers.

There was a look in his eyes when they met mine before pressing his lips against mine. He leans his weight on me gently, placing me on the carpeted ground underneath him. He pulls away from kissing me to look into my eyes. I moan softly as his hand finds my labia, instinctively opening my eyes to meet his smouldering gaze.

"I love turning you on mo grádh." He whispers huskily, his hands gently tracing my labia and my clit, carefully watching the faces I make as I take my lower lip into my mouth as if to hold back moans that came out anyway

"You have no idea how great it feels being inside you." He whispers intimately, placing the head of his cock at my cunt

He groans against my lips as he dips his entire length into me torturous and slowly.

Fuck

His hand finds mine, his fingers intertwining intimately with mine as he grunts into my ear and I moan softly at the feel. He gently presses his lips against mine, thrusting slowly into me as our breaths mingle and things inside me collide beautifully. I moan loudly and arch my back, my free hand grabbing onto his back and then digging into it, scratching its way down to his ass.

He digs his face into my neck, kissing on it and growling into it as the pleasure mounts. His hips were swinging wildly in and out of me as we struggle to maintain full contact with every inch of my body that could touch his. I was quaking with a torturous pleasure growing stronger by each thrust, moaning louder and trembling softly. He was trembling too as my legs wrapped around him, giving him no choice but to hinge his entire length into me. I was screaming and cussing, my eyes opening wide as he nibbled my ear gently. He'd hit something, over and over again until I couldn't plead with him to stop. Everything erupted, no bloomed beautifully.

Luca's face is hovering over mine, watching me catch my breath. I meet his gaze when I realize he'd stopped. He smiles down at me, it wasn't his usual arrogant smirks or pretty boy panty twisters. I'd never seen this smile before, and before I could decipher what it meant, he slowly slid himself all the way back into me, my back arching and my mouth opening to let out the deep moan he'd caused. He chuckles deeply, causing new havoc inside me. I groan from that too and he makes sure to look deep into my eyes as he drives me to orgasm, slowly.

My feet shoot up in the air, my hands caressing Luca's face as my breathing gets hectic. He leans in and kisses me so deeply I cum, moaning into his groaning mouth as I tremble underneath him, and then more violently from the aftershocks and his continuing mashing into me. Luca roars huskily into my wonderful mouth as the quake of his orgasm breaks through him, a wave of something profound keeps his soft cock nestled safely inside me as he shakily presses his lips against my forehead. Whatever gentility we've unlocked is sealed with another of his slow sensuous kisses.

It was like he couldn't stop kissing me, only releasing my lips from his when it becomes evident that we need to breathe. With a grunt, he slides off me, reaching for a throw he usually had on his bed and draping it over us before pulling my body onto his and kissing my forehead with a satisfied sigh.

We lay there in each other's arms at the foot of his bed, listening to each others breaths calm down. Luca runs his hand over my fluffy curly hair and kisses my forehead again, watching me stir from the action. My body felt so great against his, so alive and relaxed and free laying content in his arms.

"Are you going to tell me how you got free from the bed mo grádh??" He finally sighs, looking down at me as if I wasn't cuddled into his chest as he plays with my hair

I shift myself lazily against his body, fixing my face so I can gaze back up at him. He had such an aggressively attractive face, and there was those pretty hazel eyes and the way eyelashes rested against his cheeks when he slept was divine.

I sigh shyly, measuring what it was I could say.

"I already know you're a genius Funke. I'm just curious about the method." He teases softly, making me smile a little

"My mum had us do this kidnap training when we were younger... And I was so mad after the first time you tied me to the bed that I went for a refresher." I reveal reticently, drawing patterns on Luca's chest.

I didn't want to talk about my dad's death.

"Its not really that difficult. It's just a combination of slight and flexibility." I shrug with a little smile on my lips

I was hoping he'd allow it but his gaze is a inquisitive one. He smiles and taps my chin, tracing my lower lip with his finger idly

"Why did your mother make you go through kidnap training?" He quietly wonders,

I was really hoping he didn't ask me that. I sigh

"Funke..." He sighs softly,

"Well... you know how I'm Nigerian yeah?" I mumble softly at him

"I've heard rumours." Luca teases

He won't be teasing me when I tell him how I was once kidnapped in Lagos and they shot my dad.