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began to rise.
    “No!” I came forward and knelt at his side. “Don’t get up.”
I splayed my hands on his chest. He was so warm, and the curling hairs on his
body were soft. He stared at me with dazzling blue eyes, clearly confused about
what I wanted. I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling his breath against my
face as he shrank back and gasped in surprise. Harder, I pressed on, allowing
no escape, then sought out his tongue to battle with mine.
    Though I felt his arms shift about, he did not touch me.
    Time was of the essence and I wanted him to conquer me as
the last warrior had. I broke the kiss. “You may touch me,” I told him, getting
a cheap thrill over telling him what to do.
    His arms came up around me as I slipped my tongue back into
his mouth. Though he could no doubt crush me if he wished, his grip was gentle.
From where I knelt I had easy access to his cock. My lips never leaving his, I
reached beneath his leather skirt and grasped him in my hand. He was thick and
hard as steel, a mighty weapon I hoped he would wield with skill.
    I kissed a trail down his chest and then used both hands to
raise his skirt so I could put my lips to his cock. He gasped again as I licked
down his shaft and then took his tip into my mouth.
    If there were time, I would pleasure him for hours. His body
was so beautifully sculpted, a glorious piece of art. What would it be like to
have him at my mercy like this every day? If I were truly a Roman lady—a
Domina, I believe they were called—I would enjoy the pleasure of his company
whenever I wished. I savored the feel of him against my lips and tongue, and
imagined for a few precious seconds lying back and commanding him to come forward
and pleasure me. He would be completely mine, to do with as I wished. I would
be in charge. I smiled and licked down the length of him, knowing that even
then it’d only be a matter of time—Domina or not—before he’d have me begging
and crying out beneath him. I could spend endless minutes daydreaming of a
different kind of life, a life spent in the arms of such a man, one filled with
danger, intrigue and passion, but alas, I knew if I wanted him inside me I must
hurry.
    Ignoring the hard, prickly, straw-covered floor, I shifted
around to lie back beside him, and urged him with my hands to roll over on top
of me. He was careful of my petite size as he settled between my open thighs
and pushed up my gown. His eyes met mine, silently asking for my permission. I
nodded and he surged forward, entering me quickly, as though fearful I would
change my mind.
    Oh, yes! I gasped in delight. He was all that I’d
imagined and more.
    He stroked me with long, hard thrusts, his eyes never
leaving my face while my hips rose up to meet him. I marveled at his strength
and control. He slowed, realizing this was no game. Despite his doubts, I was
for real.
    When I placed a hand to his chest, he halted his movements
and eyed me critically, once again suspicious and wary of my motives. “Let me
up,” I told him. Sullenly he watched me get to my feet. His face lit back up
when I reached for his hand. From an ingeniously hidden pocket in my toga, I
quickly drew forth a vial filled with lubrication. Extracting a generous
amount, I stashed the vial and went to work—much to the gladiator’s
delight—slicking up his cock. I turned so my back was to him, then I opened my
legs and bent over, bracing my hands against my knees. Figuring out my motive
quickly, he got into position behind me. I sighed when I felt his finger slip
into my pussy.
    “Yes,” I hissed, feeling the head of his cock push against
my ass. Grasping my hips with his giant hands, he entered me, his cock creeping
forward, as my body stretched to accommodate him. I fisted my hands and bit my
lip to keep from crying out. His cock was huge. Even bigger than the medieval
knight’s had been. I hoped I could take him without crying out. Once he was in
full hilt, he paused. It dawned on me in