Insatiable (Rough Bondage & Voyeurism) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 8) Read Online Free

shape of his cock, even flaccid: huge and perfect.
    “You’re Diomedes,” she said. There couldn’t be more than one man around here who’d been borne of the war god and a giantess.
    “You’re Heraklea,” he said, walking toward her. “I’ve heard about you.”
    Then, he grabbed her by the throat, hard but not hard enough to choke her, and lifted. Like this he walked her, she on tiptoes, both hands grasping at his enormous one, to the stone railing of the balcony where she’d watched her guards get fucked. With his other hand he swept it clear, then laid her across it.
    “I’ve heard you like it rough,” he said.
    His hand still around her throat, Klea couldn’t respond. With his other hand, he forced her knees apart, pushed his hips between them, and then pushed his hand up under her armored skirt. Two huge fingers thrust into her cunt, and Klea gasped, despite the hand still at her throat.
    “I see you enjoyed the show down there,” he said. “Well, I intend to make you work for it.”
    Keeping the fingers in her cunt, he let go of her throat and Klea took a deep breath. She wondered if she’d have a bruise the next day, and she began to move but the fingers in her cunt widened, finding the point between pain and pleasure.
    “Not yet,” the man said. He rummaged around on the floor and came up with a large bronze collar attached to the wall by a chain, exactly like the ones the women below wore, and then placed it around Klea’s neck. Then he took his hand from her cunt.
    “I like it rough, too,” he said. Klea looked at the linen around his waist and saw that it was beginning to bend outward. “Take off your skirt and bend over.”
    It wasn’t like she had much of a choice, but besides, those words had been the start of something good before. Trying to hide her eagerness, she bent over the railing, ass out, and waited. She had a great view of the balcony below, where the women were all gyrating in front of the two guards, who looked totally exhausted.  
    Diomedes grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against himself, his tiny linen skirt still on, rubbing it in her wetness, his shaft rubbing between her legs.
    “Oooh,” she said. “I see you’re excited too.”
    Suddenly, the rubbing stopped and he grabbed her hair with one hand, pulled her head back. She couldn’t make a noise, and he leaned his entire height over the table to whisper in her ear.
    “Don’t talk,” he said. He spat the words at her, then pushed her head to the table and began rubbing his cock along her again. “I already know you want it, you wanton minx.”
    With that he stepped away, to one side. Klea tried to look over but couldn’t quite see what he was doing, until she felt a hard slap, square on one ass cheek.
    “Ow!” she said, lifting her torso off the table.
    Diomedes grabbed one arm and twisted it up behind her back, pushing her down onto the wide stone railing, and landed another solid smack on her ass. Klea bit her lip and said nothing, even though the second one had stung even more acutely than the first.
    “Good girls,” he said, and smacked her ass, “should be barely heard.” Smack .
    Klea’s ass had begun to burn, like it was on fire. She was still bent over, feeling incredibly exposed, like it was possible for anyone to just walk up and spank her as well. Some of his strikes grazed her pussy lips, just barely, a tingling sensation that felt like electricity humming through her.
    Smack . His grip on her wrist tightened, and it was all Klea could do not to tell him off, biting her lip and trying her best not to whimper. Smack. She was sure her whole backside was red, and as the spanking continued, she was sure the redness had moved out to her thighs, her lower back. Smack. Her pussy alternated between a tingling sensation like sparks running through it, and the hollow, wet ache of lust.
    Below in the courtyard, the women were helping both men to their feet, still gyrating, still touching