Mistress of Rome, Book Three of The Emperor's Obsession (3 page)

"You are my slave now," she whispered.

“Yes, Milady," he replied, his face a study of stony solemnity. "For another four days and nights."

"I seem to remember that I promised you something," she was discovering a side to herself she never knew existed. "Do you remember what it was exactly that I said?" She grinned.

"You promised to punish me," he said, the first sign of discomfort finding its way into his voice.

"Indeed," Myra said as she turned her naked back to him smiling is she pictured his thoughts while he followed.
 

"Come with me… And while you do — strip. I want you naked for the rest of the night." She grinned with wicked pleasure. She heard him unbuttoning his belt and then his toga and one by one she heard them all fall to the ground. She turned to look at him and liked what she saw.

"The sandals too" she wiggled her forefinger at him and beckoned him forward. When he was about four paces away she motioned him to stop. As he froze in place she clapped her hands twice. Myra smiled at Commodus. He was just so darn cute with this
 
puzzled expression of his. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sana come into the room holding the item she had sent for a few hours ago.

"Tell me, my beautiful slave," Myra said as she stepped closer and traced her fingertip along the emperor's chin, "why is it you think I need to punish you?"

"You are my Master, Mistress I mean," he corrected himself, "and I am your slave. It is natural for the one to discipline the other. No reason is needed, Mistress." Commodus bowed his head submissively and Myra saw how excited he had become.
He actually likes being dominated! How fun!

"Perhaps," she agreed "but in your case, I actually have a reason. Can you guess what it is?"

She almost laughed when she saw his puzzlement. She placed both her hands at his chest and with a sudden movement grabbed hold of his nipples and viciously sunk her nails in them as she twisted. She saw his face contort with the surprise of the sudden pain.

"No… Mistress, I can't…"

"You scorned and avoided my cravings consistently for the last ten days!" she whispered as she rose on tip toes to his ear. "Slave."

"That is why you deserve to be punished. Wouldn't you agree?" she inquired savoring her new power. She let go of his nipples and he inhaled deeply.

"Yes, Milady, I do deserve to be punished," he whispered, his voice raspy with tension. His shoulders had slumped and his chest had lost some of its normal panache. But his manhood was hard.
I have never seen him that hard before.
Myra smiled.

"You know, before I came here to be your
slave
," she said the last word with such profound disdain that it crunched up her features as if she had bitten off a sour lemon, "I was a free woman of Rome myself. In fact, there was a time my family was rich. Maybe not as rich as any of you people here in the capital, but rich enough that I knew a bit about the proper treatment of slaves."
 

She motioned for Sana to approach and took from her a wide leather strap with a buckle at the end.

"A little something that I learned back then was that often times humiliation can be much more effective a punishment than pain.” She giggled when she saw his eyes widen with apprehension.
 

"So here is my punishment for you," she held up the leather collar, "First, for the next twelve hours, until sunrise — you are to ware this collar around your neck as a reminder of who is your mistress. And second," she stepped forward on tip toes and kissed him deeply, devouring those pouty lips of his.

"Second," her voice grew husky, "I want you and me to go in there, in the hot room, in the sauna, and I want you to pleasure me, as only you are pleasured by your slaves." At this she reached up and deftly slipped the collar around his neck firmly locking it in place. She saw him swallow with apprehension at the foreign sensations of the thick black leather. Myra decided then that she truly wouldn't mind celebrating Saturnalia for more than the meager four days proscribed by tradition.
Maybe an entire year would be perfect.
Her smile broadened.

Just as they reached the small enclosure of the hot house, the emperor found his hunger for this woman overpowering and his mouth fell upon her soft parted lips devouring them in a spasm of wild abandon. A shudder contorted her, and she heard herself whimper in anguish as the sensations exploding inside her body wiped all thought from her mind. She had never felt anything like it before. Her belly was fluttering as if an animal within had suddenly awoken and taken control of her body.

He slipped a muscled arm around her waist and lifted her to sit on the massage-couch.

"Put your hands behind, Milady, and prepare yourself to be serviced,” he said, his eyes, only inches from hers, his voice making it clear it was an order.
 

Myra's hands flew to her back and she touched her wrists to the cleft of her butt. Perched on the edge of her couch, Myra kept her concentration centered on keeping her knees open and toes pointed up as Sana had taught her.
 

Commodus bent and retrieved a set of metal clamps from a dresser by the door. The clamps had small golden teeth and were joined with a heavy gold chain. After rummaging some more, he produced a couple of thin leather strings that he used to quickly secure her wrists. He noticed her testing the knots glad to see her disappointment as she discovered the security of the restraints.

“Look this way," he pointed at the wall to his left. In the instant she did as instructed, he leaned in and kissed her neck. A gentle peck of his lips was followed by a sloppy kiss which was then followed by sucking on her skin. He held it between his teeth and gently but deliberately squeezed until he felt it bruise. Myra gasped, part with anguish and part with ecstasy.

"Good," he said simply and kissed her forehead. Even without touching her, Commodus saw in her eyes the invisible waves of lust coursing through her body.

"I will serve you now, as I wish to be served later," the emperor growled. "If you have anything to say, better voice your protests now." He stood back and using one of the flaming cedar torches at the entrance to the hot room, lit a multitude of candles that she hadn't noticed until now. Dozens if not hundreds of the tiny wax things had been artfully arranged around the edge of the room.
 

Shimmering light danced off the polished marble walls and glinted off the chiseled muscles and narrow waist of the emperor. Myra felt her nipples tighten almost in pain and her thighs spread of their own accord. Her eyes scanned his godlike perfection as he moved this way and that, arranging the fragrant candles. As if Adonis himself had come down from Mount Olympus, he was pure glory, from the thick black curls of his hair to the muscled calves of his legs. She noticed a sheen of perspiration had broken all over him. He had barely even touched her yet. The thought of the effect she was obviously having upon him without so much as even brushing his skin sent shivers of pleasure and apprehension up and down her spine.

"Here we go, Myra," he bent forward, caught her bound wrists and angled them up behind her back. His eyes found and locked in on hers. At the moment her pupils narrowed from the first hint of pain he stopped and connected her hands to a hook behind her back she never knew was there.
 

Her arms were pointed almost straight up causing her upper torso to angle forward at the waist thus making her large breasts to dangle straight down. He knelt and kissed every toe first on her left foot and then the right. Then he used his tongue and laved the soles of her feet taking an extra long time to wiggle between her toes that he then lovingly suckled on.
 

And then, out of nowhere, her first orgasm hit.
 

Mesmerized by the sensation at her feet, Myra never even felt it approach. Like a surprise midsummer-storm, it engulfed her out of nowhere, crunching up her body, causing her to ooomphth a gasp as if an invisible hand had reached and grasped her belly. Commodus felt her shudder with ecstasy and discovered that her exquisite pleasure caused his own manhood to grow and expand further than ever before.
 

With care, he used her trance to secure one foot and then the other to the respective sides of the couch where her trembling form how sat. Then he relaxed back on his haunches and patiently waited for her to come down from her ecstasy.

As the last of her tremors subsided he stood up and reached for a bottle of fragrant lavender oil that he poured generously on his palm and then along her neck from where it trickled down finding its way to her engorged nipples from where it started dripping down to the floor as if milk from a swollen mammary. He wrapped both his hands around her flesh and gently kneaded her breasts sending bolts of energy through her core. He sensed her try to collect her thighs together, realizing for the first time she couldn't close them all the way as the leather bindings tugged back at her ankles. Not too tight to hurt but just tight enough to restrain. She looked up at him casting a pleading stare.
 

"No! It's not over, Myra. Trust me. In fact, we've only just began," he whispered.
Oh, Gods, no!
 

She couldn't possibly come again! She was done! At least for the night. She had never, ever come more than once at a time before in her life.
 

Amazingly, as his fingers continued administering his tender attentions to her breasts, she felt a stirring of warmth begin to return. Tiny tingles of excitement started emanating from her core, cascading out across her stomach and legs. She giggled softly as she felt her nether lips moisten again. She felt him put a finger to her chin so he could stare into her eyes.

"This time, Milady, you will not come until I tell you to." Again he spoke quietly, and again Myra felt a deep desire to please him build within her.
 

She nodded rapidly, wanting nothing more than to be given permission to release the bubble of pleasure within.
 

He spent many minutes massaging the thick fragrant oil into her breasts. Satisfied with his work, he next picked up what looked like an ornate white seashell with symmetrical ridges along its back. Myra gasped when she felt him position its razor-sharp edge at the base of her left breast. He took hold of her nipple in one hand, and with the other, started carefully scraping off the oil from her flesh. He moved with deliberate pressure under an angle up from her ribs to her nipple almost as if holding a blade and shaving her skin.
 

A rivulet of oil collected along the edge of the shell and dripped to the ground. Myra's squeal echoed in the tiny cell as she felt a bubble of tension bloom in her very center. Every successive motion of his expert hands made her desire grow. For some unknown reason instead of being afraid of the sharp object at her breast, she was actually scared she might lose control and come before he granted her permission. The slight pain of the scraping was the perfect backdrop to the deep waves of pleasure she was beginning to experience yet again in her belly. Myra bit down hard on her bottom lip in an attempt to keep her body in check as he first scraped her left breast on all sides and then did the same on the right, all the time squeezing her nipples so as to securely hold her flesh in place. Her lip hurt, but she didn't dare release it.
 

When he was done he stood back up.
 
The flickering candlelight illuminated his mischievous smile that grew as she saw him get something metallic from the floor. He stepped toward her, his erection bouncing not two inches from her mouth. He met her stare and held up the object so she could see it.
 

It had two steel clamps at each end. What made her skin tingle however, weren't the serrated and sharp teeth of the clamps but the massive gold chain that linked them — it was
heavy
. She gasped when she realized his intentions. He reached out and touched her dangling breast, gently dragging his fingertips along the curvature of its flesh up to her cleavage.

"When I put this on you, you may come once. No more.
 
Do you understand? Milady?" his last word dripped with the false sweetness of honey over a sour cherry.
 

Myra nodded earnestly, eager to relieve the growing bubble of pleasure within, no matter the cost. The emperor slowly, methodically pinched one clip, holding it steady in one hand between forefinger and thumb, its golden serrated teeth yawning open like a hungry little mouth. And then he opened the other. Myra found herself holding her breath, her chest steady, looking down as the two clips engulfed her areolae. The emperor slowly released the two springs shut upon the engorged nipples.
 

As they snapped in place chewing into her flesh, tugging her breasts, Myra's bubble of need popped and she heard herself scream with ecstatic pain as it radiated from her the tips of her breasts to shatter into her brain as she lost herself into delectable oblivion. Her insides vibrated with bliss as her pussy clenched and relaxed.
 

Amazingly to her, Myra's second orgasm was more powerful than the first. When she opened her eyes, she saw Commodus standing calmly in front of her, his dark eyes — two bottomless orbs of lust.

He reached behind her panting form and one by one released her wrists and then her ankles helping her lay her exhausted form back across the soft couch. For the next two hours he devoted himself to giving every inch of her body the exquisite treatment he had subjected her glowing breasts a few moments earlier.
 

First he lathered on the fragrant oil. Then he massaged it in with deep loving motions. Finally he scraped her skin clean with the white seashell, gentle to apply just the right amount of pressure, careful not to damage, but severe enough to make her shiver with fright. His attention to detail never wavered and Myra caught herself wondering if she could ever leave him, leave this creature of lust.
Would he let me go? Would I want to leave?