Page 33 of Enslaved
She closed her eyes tightly as the sudden flare of a torch blinded her. Instinctively, she used the only defense she had and kicked out wildly to keep her predator at bay. Her ankles were suddenly seized in a viselike grip. When she opened her eyes to see who attacked her, she was frozen with fear. It was the all-powerful Roman general who towered before her at the foot of her bed!
The hands gripping her ankles felt like iron manacles. His gigantic shadow loomed up the wall, making him appear even more massive. And he was naked.
Diana tried to swallow, but she could not. She tried to breathe, but found it impossible. She had always wondered what a man’s parts looked like. Now she saw. She saw, but she did not believe. Parts like these could not be concealed in the satin breeches of Regency men!
His sex organ was far too big, far too hard, rising like a Roman column from a nest of blue-black curls. A nest that held two swan’s eggs! He had obviously come to rape her and she knew that when he impaled her, he would kill her.
Diana found her voice. It was a low, breathless whisper. “Please, do not do this thing.”
His black eyes caressed the curves and mounds of her alabaster beauty spread before him. She was totally different from other women. She was so much finer. It was as if she had been refined, then re-refined for eons until she had reached perfection. She had soft down upon her belly, giving her skin the texture of velvet. The skin that covered her luscious breasts, however, was almost transparent, revealing delicate blue veins. She looked ethereal as an angel. Her mons was domed high like an arch crowned with a hundred pale gold tendrils. When he finally opened the petals of her female center, he hoped the color would be the same rose pink as her soft mouth and the aureoles that crowned the tips of her breasts. With her wrists tied above her head, her breasts thrust up like luscious fruit, ripe for tasting.
As he stood transfixed, drinking in her loveliness, drowning in desire, she found the courage to beg him again. “Please, Marcus, do not do this thing.”
“I am riven with need,” he said low.
“If you rape me, you will kill me,” she whispered.
“I have not come to rape you,” he said hoarsely.
“Then why are you here?”
“I seek only the truth.”
“What do you mean?” she cried, desperately trying to understand.
“I would know if you are truly virgin,” he said huskily.
Suddenly she understood. It was like a revelation. “My God, you wouldn’t!” Yet incredibly, she knew that he would. He wanted proof of her virginity. A blazing anger dispelled her fear. “You Roman swine! I thought virginity meant nothing to you. You said it served no purpose to preserve a hymen. You said there was no logic in such a thing, no benefit!”
“I want the truth.”
Diana knew he was a man of his word. In that moment he had more determination than any man alive. No plea on earth would sway him from his intent. And then she had another revelation. He was doing this because he didn’t believe her!
She lay before him completely helpless and yet somehow she possessed all the power. She held the power because she was still in possession of her maidenhead. Diana began to tremble. Though he perceived each tremor, it did not stop him.
Her fear stemmed from being hurt and Marcus had no desire to hurt her. He wrapped one arm about her legs above the ankles and lifted her knees. The fingers of his other hand reached out to touch her woman’s center.
Diana flinched, then swallowing hard, she fixed her attention on the golden coin that hung about his neck.
She was so hot and dry to the touch, he wished he had lubrication so he would not hurt her. His eyes fell to the swollen head of his phallus where he saw a huge drop of glistening clear body fluid. He caught it on his fingertip, raised her knees higher and slowly, carefully, slipped his finger up into her sheath.
He heard her gasp. It was a delicious feminine sound. She was extremely tight, but still he doubted she was intact. And then, suddenly, there it was. The barrier. Marcus was exultant!
Diana, too, experienced exultation. Then with the power that only a beautiful woman possesses she said, “I shall never gift you with it.”
“You shall! You shall!” It was a vow. Deliberately, he found the tiny bud of her woman’s center and traced a circle about it with his fingertip.
Diana’s eyes widened in shock as she felt a delicious frisson shoot up inside her. Then her sheath gripped his finger with a tiny convulsive shudder. When he withdrew it, he did so slowly, drawing his finger along her pink cleft with a sensual caress that made her pulsate. Up inside she suddenly felt hot and wet. At all costs she must not let him know that fondling her had excited her body, making her feel deliciously wanton.
He stood up from the bed and removed the thongs that bound her wrists. Diana resisted the impulse to rub them. Instead, she locked her gaze with his. “I would like some sleep, General. I have many floors to scrub tomorrow.”
The fact that she chose the work of a menial slave over him enraged him. Only his iron self-control prevented him from slapping her, hard. Perhaps theladydid not believe that he would actually order her to do such hard, demeaning work. When dawn arrived, she would learn otherwise!
A female house slave awakened her before dawn. She brought a jug of cold water for laving, then picked up the brown toga and head cloth and stood waiting patiently.
“I will not wear those,” Diana said haughtily.
“It is all you have to cover yourself. Kell will not relent,” the slave informed her quietly.
