Slave of Rome, The Emperor's Obsession. Book Two Read Online Free PDF Page B

and witness herself — destitute on the streets.  
    She had never had a choice!  
    She caught herself. No — she did have one choice; she could either choose to go on, resigned to her fate and simply follow along the path set forth with no enjoyment, afraid of her own feelings, guarding against her own pleasure.  
    Or she could set her mind free to taste the fruits along the way; live the life laid before her to its fullest, let go of the guilt. That was her true choice to make. She cast one last look at her emperor and she knew she had made her decision.

    Commodus allowed the girl to cry. He owed her that much at least. He knew she would eventually come around but somehow also realized that she needed a few moments to come to terms with her own decision. He stepped away and took a few long moments to get himself a glass of wine. He emptied the vessel in slow, deliberate gulps that sent the godlike substance cascading down his parched throat.
    Then, he felt her turn to face him and so he did the same and allowed her to come to him. It seems she understood his intention and so she took one small step forward, and then another, and another, until she was barely an arm’s length away. With an untrembling hand she undid the strings that closed the dress over her chest, slipped it from her body like a tunic and stood naked before him. A slave before her Master.  
    Commodus found his own body inching forward toward hers until they almost touched, feeling her warmth and a gentle scent of lavender. She had taken off her sandals, her head now barely at the height of his chest. He looked down and allowed himself one last foretaste before they touched. His eyes roamed her body starting at her feet, which lay almost engulfed in the thick rug, up her ankles, her legs -- chiseled and taught from work in the fields, her joints casting soft shadows that begged for his touch. He murmured something and he grabbed her in his arms and they fell together upon the enormous bed and she started removing his clothing. And then she kissed him, peppering his powerful neck with butterfly kisses of long eyelashes and fragrant lips.  
    "Oh, Gods!" he moaned.
    Slowly, carefully, he put one hand on her shoulder and pressed her gently back so that he could touch her breast, firm and large, her nipples taught, and then like a lightning she was in his arms so fast that their bodies came together in one instant — a bolt of silk, writhing moving and then he finally had his arms around her, kissing her warm mouth fully, crushing her breasts against his own chest and then rolling atop her. For the first time in his life Commodus felt an indescribable sensation of life and energy, his whole body transcending itself and he just let himself go.  
    Myra took charge. With tiny nibbles in one instant she would abruptly slow her passion and tease his lips, until — in the next moment — she would delve again into the depths of his mouth, her tongue washing over his. It was as if she was fascinated by him, as if she was kissing for the first time in her life, and so he applied pressure to the back of her head, his hand enmeshed in her tangles and he dove further into her sweet depths.
    And then somehow her lithe little form pivoted and came on top of him and the girl wrapped herself around him and lavished hot sweetnesses upon his shoulders, his chest, her tongue lingering there, nibbling on his nipples, and then she would move lower still until she buried her mouth in his silk. His body became one single searing eye of sensation and his world ceased.  
    Finally, they lay, how long, they didn't know, her by his side, a tiny hand continuing its exploration of his body as she nuzzled into her emperor, her master, her god among mortals.  

Chapter Six

    Time slowed to a trickle and Commodus felt her slowly relax; her breathing evened out and he felt her sigh deeply as she fell asleep. He didn't. Her face was too lovely in repose, a perfect face he had before