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

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