Master Rivello was a tall, darkly distinguished lord and well muscled. He was handsome, especially as his years streaked his raven hair with silver. He'd always had his idiosyncrasies but as the years went by, they became more than that. Not only had he precedents to set, just for the challenge, but there were certain things that he grew to need for his own gratification. He oft came to Double Moon for "specialties," he called them. He knew this was the most likely place to find whatever his interests required on a particular occasion.

For this visit, he brought with him one of his own slaves, a young female whom he called picca, for he said she was new spice in his life. He arrived early in the day and spoke with Terin and Arianda over brunch. Rivello was a gentlemanly sort, at least in a social setting. He was also very influential in the region, so it was wise to make the man feel comfortable. Truthfully, in his visits over the years, he came to be almost a friend, even though at times, his requests had nearly been distasteful. It had been some time since the Ladies had seen Rivello, but they welcomed him as always.

Rivello mentioned that, upon his arrival, he saw a fellow working in the gardens. He made inquiries as to the availability of this one for his day's entertainment. Lady Terin deferred the question to Lady Arianda just as soon as they established that the lord was speaking of Bear. Arianda wanted the Bear to keep his rich tan, so she assigned him to help tend the gardens as part of his regular duties. After slight discussion of what might be conducted in the day's events, Arianda agreed that Bear would serve Master Rivello for the remainder of the day. The payment offered was handsome and graciously accepted.

After the leisurely brunch concluded, Lady Arianda called Bear in from the gardens and instructed him to attend Master Rivello and carry out his wishes. She gave him no other details and hurried off to complete errands of her own, away from Double Moon.

Master Rivello arranged to make use of the Arena in the Dungeon for the day. He had requested that there be no other attendants, besides his girl and the garden fellow. He felt other helpers would be distracting.

Bear stood quietly beside picca as they waited for Master Rivello to stop his pondering and pacing and give them some hint of what he might wish. At last he turned to them and announced that Bear would service picca. In fact he had a very specific plan. Rivello wanted to direct them at first then let them take the situation wherever it might lead. He seemed to have a scenario all plotted out and was hoping to get worked up over it as his selected players performed for him.

Bear first retrieved a chair for the Master, as commanded, then went to stand with picca again while Rivello made himself comfortable. He sat in a rather lordly fashion, except for having opened his robes and exposed himself so he might take best advantage of the scene.

Bear did as directed. Picca was a nicely shaped girl, though not astounding, and much younger than Bear. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned. Her hair was sun-bleached wisps of fine silk. When Bear turned her to face away from him and pushed up her shift, as commanded, he arched a brow at the scar across her back but said nothing. It was not his place. They had not been given permission nor command to speak. Picca seemed to ignore everything around her, she simply responded to Bear's touch and complied without hesitation. Bear removed his own leggings and they stood together for the master's perusal.

With picca's shift gone, Bear stepped in against her body. Just the look of her had begun to arouse him and this seemed to please Master Rivello. Bear took his own initiative in details not given by the lord. He let his fingers draw her hair back then slid his hands down from picca's shoulders and gently pulled her hands back to rest on his own hips. When Bear reached around picca's arched body, Master Rivello spoke his enjoyment of the action.

Rivello said he wanted the Bear to take picca, from behind like an animal, but he didn't say immediately, so Bear let his hands caress the girl and get them both worked up to it. One hand cupped her breast, fingers teasing at her nipple. The other spread across her stomach and slid downward. He was considerably larger than his partner for this play, so he easily wrapped himself around her. His hand moved in between her thighs and he proceeded gently to explore her, partly feeling to see if she was growing moist and would accept him more easily.

His face pressed a kiss at the nape of the girl's neck. He felt her shiver within his embrace. As he continued to nuzzle beneath her hair, his fingers discovered she was indeed responding to him. His hand at her breast crossed her chest to toy with and tease the other nipple. Her fingers began to flex in his thighs and her body writhed slowly back against him. His stiffness was trying to find its way between her thighs of its own accord it seemed. With the Master's low talk and encouragement, they were working into his plan very nicely. He had his hand on his own member. Though it was still soft, he seemed to enjoy the feel of it.

Bear wanted to ask picca if she was ready to proceed, but again, he had not been given leave to say anything. So, he began to curl over her and lower them to the Arena floor. Picca went easily with his prompting. Her body was molded back against his such that any movement he made was echoed in her moves. As they knelt, picca began to bend further then drew her hands from Bear's thighs to support herself on hands and knees. He pressed his knees between her bent legs and opened her more to him. His upper body lay over her back, as much as he could, to stay close with her, to keep his arms around her. His fingers caused her to jerk and shiver as he teased her hard little nub.

Master Rivello missed nothing. He half-reclined in his chair and worked at his member, so far with no more results than a comforting massage. Still, he enjoyed watching his little picca being guided to her knees by the stranger. Part of him vicariously felt what Bear must be feeling with her body anxious and pressing back against him. Part of Rivello was jealous that the other man's member was stiff and ready for use, with no more stimulation than this.

With picca under him and his arm wrapped around her hip, Bear's fingers played in her softness, working her into frenzied need. His other hand slipped back between their hips to guide him. He was more than ready as well. He brushed her moisture gently with his tip then poised himself so her next shift back against him would begin to take him in. Soon he felt the tense pleasure of pressing against her until he slipped just inside her, eliciting a soft moan from both of them, as well as from Master Rivello.

At this point, Rivello said nothing more. His comments had slowed to a stop. He was watching, listening, stroking himself... but still getting no more than a stir of warmth deep within him.

Bear forgot about their watcher as his body and mind were engaged deep inside picca. They rocked against each other, finding a rhythm together. He had to drop his hands to the floor and brace himself on his arms as picca writhed more actively beneath him. She lowered her upper body so his hardness could thrust more deeply within her. Their breath became shallow and panting, together. They worked faster and louder with each other, both feeling his swelling and her tightening around it.

When picca moaned out deeply and her hips shuddered back against Bear, he sucked in a quick breath for her tight depth gripped hard at him. He jerked against her and within her, as his swelling ache found release. His movement became erratic and halting, but she was still with him, even in that. She dropped her face and shoulders to the floor, putting his last thrusts at the core of her. Soon Bear curled over her again, his long hair falling over her back as he tenderly kissed along her spine with his last bit of energy.

Neither of them had noticed Master Rivello rising from his chair. Neither of them saw him take the whip from his belt. Neither of them expected him to reach over and pull Bear from picca by a handful of his hair.

( Continued in Punishment)