“NO! I’m not putting that thing in my mouth!”
“Why not? It won’t hurt you,” he answered with a light laugh, as he stood to undress. “Besides, it’s about time you met him. He’s been dying to meet you!”
Alyssandria just watched as Antony disposed of his toga and stood gloriously naked before her. He was hard and begging for attention. Antony was a beautiful man. He was lean and sculpted as if Jupiter himself had touched Antony in his mother’s womb and left his imprint. His cock, standing at attention, had to be at least 8 inches. Alyssandria could just stare.
Antony took her amazed hand and placed it over his shaft. “See, he doesn’t bite.”
Alyssandria was still amazed. She knew she shouldn’t do this, but he felt so good. Again, that tingling in her skin and the pooling of liquid between her thighs. Antony removed his own hand and let her continue touching him with a soft moan, his head fell back.
Alyssandria was amazed. She had never felt the power she felt in that moment. She was no longer the slave as Antony was powerless against her touch.
“Very good, Aly,” he said in a groan. He took her hand from his cock and kissed the palm. He led her back to the edge of the bed where he sat and ushered Alyssandria to her knees.
“You won’t bite me, will you?” he asked with a half laugh.
“I am not sure how to do this,” she said carefully. “I have never–“
“I know that,” he said with a smile as he kissed her deeply. “But you’re a born cocksucker I can just tell. Come, put your lips on the head.”
He guided her head and placed her mouth on the tip of his thick cock. “Now, run your tongue over it.”
She did, and Antony shuddered. “Good. Now, when you’re ready take more of me inside your mouth and keep licking.”
Alyssandria did as she was told and soon she had as much of Antony’s dick in her mouth that would keep her from choking on it. She kept licking and kissing it. Gently, she would rub her teeth along the contours of his skin, which made Antony groan even louder.
“Are you sure you won’t let me fuck you?” he demanded. “Because that’s the only thing that could be better than this.”
She sucked him especially hard.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth then and I want you to swallow it,” he said in a hoarse voice. He held her head in place and began to pump in and out of her mouth, choking her and causing tears to spring to her eyes. At last, Alyssandria felt his balls tighten and then stream after stream of cum spurted out of his dick and down her throat.
He collapsed back on the bed and Alyssandria stood up to wash herself off–his cum had dribbled down onto her tits.
“Where are you going?” he said grabbing her hand and pulling down on the bed with him.
“To wash,” she answered.
“No, don’t do that. There’s nothing sexier than seeing my woman drenched in my cum, even if she didn’t let me fuck her.”
She didn’t say anything but looked down.
“I told you, you were a natural born cocksucker. With a mouth like that how could you not be. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”
“Good. I like thinking that mine was the only prig you’ve never licked,” he said pulling a coverlet over them. “When will you let me get inside that tight cunt of yours?”
He laughed. “Keep up that resistance. I enjoy it. Should I return the favor?”
“Headache?” he asked with a laugh. “No, you’re right. Best not to rush you into this. Sleep now.”
Alyssandria realized the great freedom she was allowed to experience–deemed as Antony’s woman. She was given a five silk dress and was allowed to walk about the decks without being harassed because she was Antony’s personal property. She saw the way they snickered at her, and she seriously doubted that they would believe she hadn’t let him fuck her. But she would not say anything. She enjoyed her temporary power.
“Ah, there she is,” Tiam said briskly, coming upon as she stood staring off into the distance.
Alyssandria did not care for Tiam, but she tolerated him because she was his charge when she was not around Antony.
“A storm is brewing. Antony says to get you below deck,” Tiam said, taking her roughly by the arm.
Alyssandria glanced up at the clear sky and the warm sunshine. A storm? It hardly seemed like a storm. Still, she didn’t struggle, but instead allowed herself to be dragged to Antony’s quarters.
She didn’t miss the click of the lock after Tiam shoved her inside. She shrugged. She didn’t know what was going on, but she straightened Antony’s things, made his bed and righted what she could in his tiny cabin space.
She lay down on her pallet and soon drifted off to sleep with the rocking of the waves.
She woke up a short while later when her head cracked against the wood plank of the wall. The ship was rocking violently, and she could hear the shouts of the men above, ordering the slaves around. The thunder boomed loudly over head, and for the first time in a long time, Alyssandria was scared.
She cowered in her corner as the ship rocked. Thank goodness she didn’t have a window in the tiny cabin. She didn’t want to see the angry waves it would only serve to make her nervous.
The shout struck fear into her heart. Antony? Had he fallen overboard? She buried her head in her hands. What would become of her if he had?
A bout of bravery took her every move as she grabbed the door hand and tried to jerk it open. It didn’t budge but she kept trying. She had to see if Antony was alive. Her life depended on it.
Two hours later, she was pacing back and forth, unable to get over the fear that Antony had fallen overboard. The shouts had quieted even though the thunder still boomed and the ship still bounced on the waves.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door open or see Antony step through it, his Roman leather soaked. It was only when she turned in her pacing and almost ran into him that she realized that he was alive.
“Antony!” she cried out, in surprise.
He looked weary and tired, but he did smile that smile that made her melt. “How did you fare the storm, love?”
She didn’t answer but simply dove into his arms and met his tongue with a daring audacity. Antony who never passed up a change to kiss a beautiful woman, wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body tightly to his wet clothes, causing her dress to melt over her erect nipples. Alyssandria could feel his cock bulging against her stomach and she wanted nothing more to see it–to make sure it was real and that Antony was real and this wasn’t a dream.
“Now, that’s a welcome, I’d like forever,” he laughed in a tired voice. “Come, girl, strip me. I’m soaking here.”
Nimbly, her fingers began to work the leather strips, pulling off his chest plate and his fringed skirt. He stood patiently and let her work quickly. She laid the armor aside and then pulled off his tunic and leggings. He stood naked before her, and Alyssandria smiled wickedly at him. She reached for a towel.
Slowly with meticulous circles she dried his well toned body off, starting with his shoulders. She worked her way over his chest, wickedly kissing him and nipping at him as she worked. Her hands were just to his waist, and she was about to graze his hard pointing flesh, when his hand caught hers.
“Stop this teasing girl, you know not what I would do to you,” he said in a deep voice. “If you want to hold on to that maidenhead for a bit longer, you should go lay on your pallet and let a tired man sleep.”
She gazed into his eyes and then turned away from him. She pull
ed her wet dress over her head and lay down in the middle of his bed.
“What are you doing to me, girl? I seriously doubt I’ll be able to stop myself tonight. Think twice,” he warned her.
“Don’t you want me?” she asked.
“Of course, I want you. The question is, are you going to let me pop that cherry of yours?”
He had turned away, expecting her to refuse him.
He turned back to face her. “What did you say?”
“I said, yes, I want you to fuck me, Antony.”