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

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