Mistress of Rome, Book Three of The Emperor's Obsession Read Online Free

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