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Seduced by the Gladiator(38)



Rising to my knees, I gripped the base of his cock in my fist, then guided it to the dripping entrance to my cunt. I positioned it against my heat, watching with satisfaction as his eyes widened at the sensation.

I bore down, taking him in until I could feel his testicles press against the globes of my ass. I stayed still a moment, savoring the sensation of his massive erection, fully sheathed in my heat, stretching me to the point of pain.

Then I began to move, and the desire I felt took my breath away.

Back, forth. Back, forth. Soon I felt that wave rising again, brought about by the friction of movement deep inside of me. I did not want to experience release again without him. When my breath began coming in pants, and his did, too, I moved the fingers of one hand to the taut globes of his testicles behind me, and rubbed uncertainly in circles.

He groaned and moved faster, clearly enjoying the sensation, and my touch became surer. One of his fingers found its way to my clit. We rocked and we circled, and then we rocked faster. I ground myself down against the friction of his coarse hair, and he bucked up into the heated space between my legs.

Christus added his thumb to his circling finger, and I screamed, not caring who heard. It was too much sensation. I could not handle it, and then I went flying, and I tried to bring my legs together against the onslaught, but Christus was between them, and he was shouting as well.

Christus withdrew, and I felt something hot and wet splatter against my stomach as I came again. I pressed down with my pelvis and reveled in the feel of Christus’ cock jumping beneath me as it emptied.

Then the storm was over, and I was stunned.

I slid off of Christus’ lap, my muscles lax with satisfaction and my mind empty of thought but full of pleasure. With a cloth of some sort—I was not sure where he had gotten it from—I felt Christus slowly clean the mess from my stomach. As my bearings slowly came back, filtering through the haze of what had just happened, I became aware that, with the amount of time that had passed, it had to be full night. Drained, I imagined that outside the moon forced glimmers of light from the sand, a thing of beauty. If we had been outside, or if we’d even had a window in the stone wall, it would have done the same as it glanced over our bodies, entwined and slick with sweat, and I savored the image in my mind’s eye.

As I lay curled on top of the now tangled sheets, I thought that Christus would want me to go right away, that he would urge me to my own bed, where I would have to curl up in my covers by myself and enjoy the sensations still rioting through my blood. I would not even have been that upset if he did—it would be easier for me to let go of any clinging emotions I was feeling as a result of their encounter if he had me go.

But Christus cupped his hands around my elbows and urged me closer to him. Sliding his palms to the curves of my behind, he nudged until we were lying on our sides, facing each other, legs tangled together in a sweaty mess.

More delighted than I cared to admit, I nuzzled into the hollow between his jaw and neck, inhaling the scent that was rapidly becoming familiar. I felt like I should say something, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to express the enormity of what had just happened.

Christus didn’t speak, so I kept silent, too. But I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of his hand stroking over the taut skin of my back, and of being so close to someone as my body began to relax.

I wanted to stay awake, wanted to savor the moment, because I had no idea if it would ever happen again, whether by his choice or mine I still wasn’t entirely clear. But in the warm circle of Christus’ arms, I found myself drifting off, and finally, finally, I fell asleep.





CHAPTER SEVEN




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I was awakened hours later by the sound of broken music, of heavy footfalls from overhead. I registered the fact that Christus’ arm was banded around my waist before I realized that it was early morning—such early morning that the inhabitants upstairs had not yet gone to bed.

The sounds had started as I had lain in this man’s arms after our frenetic sex. Now, though, they had increased in volume abruptly. My heart pounded suddenly as I realized that the great door that led from upstairs to down had been opened.

Beside me Christus shifted—the noise had woken him as well. Sounds such as these happened on occasion during a party—the gladiators were led upstairs to act as both decoration and entertainment. The dominus had always firmly refused anyone’s requests for my company, but this time I knew that my fate would not be so kind.

“Let me go.” Even in the dim light, I could see the anger beginning to darken Christus’ face, and it was not anger directed toward me.