Page 62 of Enslaved
Diana sat upon his muscled thighs and stretched her legs out behind him. Enfolded in each other’s arms, their bodies touched from hips to lips. When she became aroused enough, Marcus lifted her onto his rampant sex and he began to thrust. His mouth commanded her to open her lips so that his tongue could delve deep into her scented alcove. With a matching rhythm of tongue and tool, he thrust wildly so that their passion built hot and strong, but before they climaxed, he stopped and allowed his hands to roam over her skin until she felt she would go up in smoke.
Since he was buried so deeply, it took a long time before the throbbing and pulsing slowed. When his hands had traced every inch of naked skin and she had explored every magnificent muscle, he began to thrust again, taking them ever higher in their fevered quest for fulfillment. The fourth time he repeated this sensual ritual, neither could hold back any longer. Marcus spent at the same moment Diana let down her love juices to anoint the full honors of his manhood.
As he gathered her against him to stroke her silken hair, Diana experienced a moment of panic. What if she were suddenly snatched from Marcus, back to her own time? The thought was unendurable and she clung to him tightly until she could banish the frightening idea.
Later, when they could think coherently and talk again, Marcus teased, “Now that I’ve proved to you that Roman men are superior lovers, what other medieval fantasies can I lay to rest?”
Diana was gazing out the window, thinking how lovely the forest looked bathed in sunshine. The leaves had just started to change color and she hoped it would be a glorious autumn. “I always wanted to go on a royal hunt in medieval times,” she said dreamily.
“Is there no hunting in your time?” he asked, towering behind her with his powerful palms cupping her shoulders.
“Eighteenth-century hunters are pathetic. Three or four dozen men with great packs of hounds run one pitiful fox to earth. I should like to go on a boar hunt where the prey has a fighting chance equal to that of the hunters. I don’t suppose I’d enjoy the kill, but the chase would be exhilarating beyond my wildest dreams.”
He dropped a kiss onto her soft shoulder. “I’ll take you on a boar hunt.”
She turned to face him. “Are you serious, Marcus, or just teasing?”
“I’m perfectly serious, but you’ll have to wait until Seutonius Paullinus takes the newly trained legionaries on campaign. I’m expecting him back from the western territory tomorrow, but he only ever stays about a week.”
“Oh Marcus, I would enjoy it above all things!”
“Not aboveallthings, I trust?”
“Stop that. I need a bath; I’m all musky from too much loving.”
“There’s no such thing. The more you make love, the more you want to make love.”
“Like a compulsion?”
“Like a narcotic,” he said intensely. “We’ll go for a swim in the garden pool,” he said in a lighter tone. “We can’t waste the sunshine.”
“I can’t swim,” Diana said with regret.
“I’ll teach you!” He was suddenly filled with great enthusiasm.
“You won’t make me wear armor, will you?” she teased.
“No, I’ll make you swim naked. Come on,” he urged, threading his fingers through hers.
“Marcus, we can’t go out there like this,” she protested.
“Why not?” he asked blankly. “What a waste of time to get dressed, only to get undressed. Then repeat the ridiculous ritual to get back here.”
“Humor me,” she commanded, wrapping her red mantle about her nakedness. Marcus, too, draped his scarlet mantle about his shoulders, but his jutting manhood thrust out from between its folds.
“I said humor me, not convulse me,” she said, laughing at the outrageous spectacle he made.
Marcus glanced in the mirror. “Nowthatis rude. Stark naked would be much more respectable.”
“May the gods preserve me from respectability,” Diana murmured reverently. With hands clasped, they emerged from the sleeping chamber displaying all the dignity they could muster, and descended to the peristyle.
The water in the beautiful bathing pool was warmer than the air. They spent two hours playing in what seemed to Diana their own Eden. Marcus, with iron determination, resolved not to let her escape from the pool until she could swim. With much laughing, splashing, ducking, and kissing, he finally accomplished what he set out to do.
With great daring on her part, Diana agreed to allow Romulus and Remus into the pool with them, and the four frolicked with abandon. They made so much noise that the entire household, including the gardeners, gathered to watch their master with disbelief. The coming of the new female slave had wrought such an amazing change in the master, they were astounded. He had never revealed this side of himself before. Only Nola had caught a glimpse of the fun-loving boy who dwelt within the man.
The dogs tired before Marcus, climbing from the water and shaking themselves to dry off. When Diana climbed out, she saw a pair of eyes watching her through the leaves. She didn’t want anyone to be punished, so decided to keep quiet, but when Marcus emerged from the depths and tried to take her in his arms, Diana panicked. She picked up her cloak and fled toward the villa.
Marcus followed in full pursuit. She glanced over her shoulder as she sprinted up the staircase and saw that he had already gained the bottom step. “When I catch you, I am going to…” She turned into his arms and put her hand across his mouth. “Hush, darling … they are all watching and listening to us.”
