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his
touch.
    “I understand.” I faced forward, cursing
my long hair as if curtained my face, obstructing my view.
    “Good.” Moments later I felt the
strength of his thighs, pressing against my own. His cock nudged the cleft that
divide my ass, and I pushed back against his heat.
    “Patience.” Something coarse tickled the
skin at the nape of my neck, then traced down my spine. Before I could discern
what it was, the coarse object had wrapped tightly around one wrist, then
around the other, restraining me.
    “This is rope, Cassia.” With no hands to
support my weight, my shoulders and breasts were pressed against the coarse
blanket that covered Marius’ bed. “Any time that you want to be freed, tell me
and I will release you. Do you want to be freed?”
    I did not have to consider the question.
I wanted to be here, with him.
    I shook my head vigorously, the blanket
abrading the skin of my cheeks.
    “This is for your pleasure.” His hands
clasped my waist, then traced the outline of my ass. I arched against him,
pushing my flesh into his own, asking for more.
    “Still.” His fingers slid between my
legs, again sampling my heat. I moaned, long and low, into the blanket.
    “Did you know that I have watched you, Cassia?”
He moved his fingers inside of me, a slow swirl that made my knees seem to
melt. I felt a sensation more delicious than anything I had ever felt begin to
build between my legs, and all I knew in that moment was that I wanted more.
    “Wh—why?” He slid his fingers from my
cunt, trailed them up between my cheeks and pressed against the pucker that lay
hidden there. I pressed back against him as he slid just the tip of one finger
into my tight entrance, stars showering in front of my eyes as my nerves began
to explode.
    “I cannot truthfully say.” His voice was
thoughtful—if a little breathless—as he moved that finger just the slightest
bit. I gasped and moaned, all reserve having melted away under his touch. “I
know only that as I trained, as I fought in the arena, looking up to the
balcony and seeing you there gave me pleasure, and so I began to search you
out.”
    Abruptly his finger pulled out of my
tightness. Hands grasped my hips as, in one quick movement, Marius hilted his
cock inside my cunt, a thrust with no warning.
    The sound I made as he stretched me to
the point of pain was very nearly a scream. He pulled back, then thrust forward
again. I bore back against him, wanting more of the pleasure/ pain.
    “I am glad that the Dominus you to me.”
His grip on my hips tightened, and he began to move in earnest, thrusting in
and out of my tightness, hard and fast.
    Pleasure built low in my belly, finally
exploding when he reached a hand around my waist, fingers rubbing in a lazy
circle over my clit.
    I screamed as I was flooded with bliss,
thrusting back against him wantonly. Drawing back to sit on his heels, Marius
pulled me back with him, his still rigid cock tight in my heat. My back was
arched against his front, my breasts jutting forward when the last shivers
shuddered through me. My cunt clenched around his cock as I came back to my
right mind.
    “But...you...” I could not form words. I
writhed on the lap on which I was anchored, incredibly still wanting more. “I
have not pleased you?”
    He thrust up into me and I cried out.
    “You please me greatly, but I wish to
please you yet more.” I struggled against the ropes that bound my hands
tightly behind my back. Marius laughed again, that low chuckle that did
something warm to my insides, and covered my breasts with his hands.
    “I have not paid proper homage to
these.” Fingers pinched the rosy tips, rolled the hard flesh this way and that.
I squirmed with need that was, incredibly, building inside me again.
    “Please!” I arched against him, wishing that
I could touch his flesh.
    “Nor I have spent enough time here.” One
hand continued to torture my nipple while the other dropped to my clit,
circling the hard