Alyssandria woke up to a book rather than a man. Needless to say she was disappointed, but intrigued nonetheless. She opened the book to find endless drawings of men and women fucking. Antony had left her a note, “Study.”
She gasped and then laughed as she stood up to wash herself. She put on a plain gown and opened the book. She gasped again and closed the book in shock, only to open it a few minutes later when her curiosity got the best of her.
At noon, the door flew open and Antony appeared. The door had barely shut behind him before he had Alyssandria against the wall, kissing her like he hadn’t seen her in years. He tasted amazing and smelled of the fresh sea wind.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all morning,” he said to her with a smile. His dark gaze raked over her body. “Well, what are you waiting for? Off with that rag!”
Alyssandria obeyed, undoing the plain gown so that it would pool at her feet. She wanted desperately to please Antony as he had pleased her before. “Yes, master.”
A dark smile crossed Antony’s face. “I like it when you play good slave. Come here, and let me give you your reward.”
Alyssandria walked slowly to where he stood, now beautifully naked.
“From now on, I want you naked and waiting on me at all times. Don’t even bother getting dressed. It hinders me,” he commanded.
Alyssandria didn’t have time to nod as Antony threw her on the bed. Twenty minutes later, they both lay exhausted, sweating and panting like animals. Their fucking had been brutal, but well worth it. Antony dressed himself quickly and left to rejoin his men, his lust slated for the time being.
At noon, Antony burst through the door,
Before he was even fully into the room, Alyssandria was on top of him, lifting herself onto his throbbing cock and riding him as she never had before.
Alyssandria also loved it when Antony would let her ride him. She came so much quicker this way.
She was becoming a whore in the eyes of her old life, but she didn’t care. She ate well, wore nice clothes, and at night she shared a bed with a powerful man. Alyssandria had no complaints or worries.
She was becoming a master at the art of fucking. It didn’t matter when or where, if Antony had an itch for her cunt, he would have her.
Alyssandria may have thought that he only meant to fuck her, but for Antony it meant something else. It had been almost a month since the first time he’d fucked her, and he still couldn’t get enough of her. It disturbed him more than he wanted to say, because Antony prided himself on having any woman he wanted and remaining detached, but there was something about Alyssandria that he couldn’t quite name, and he didn’t like it.
He knew that it was time to end the affair between them.
It was a startling thought as they came together after a few minute of their frantic fucking.
“How was that?” she asked.
He smiled sadly. “A farewell I will always remember.”
“A farewell?” she echoed.
“Yes, tomorrow, we arrive in Alexandria and I plan to introduce you to Cleopatra. That’ll be the last you see if me.”
Alyssandria nodded. She had known it was coming.
Antony smiled and dressed himself silently. This was harder than he imagined. Why was she being so damn quiet? Why wasn’t she arguing? Why wasn’t she demanding that he keep her?
Alyssandria was trying to be as understanding as she could. She wanted to be a good slave.
Antony left her as suddenly as he appeared. That night he slept with the crew, or at least he tried.
Before the first dawn light, he let himself into his cabin and stared at her sleeping form.
“Alyssandria,” he whispered in her ear.
She murmured and turned toward him, causing the blanket to gape and a plump nipple to be revealed. The only thing Antony could think of was taking that nipple into his mouth, which he did so, sucking it tenderly.
She moaned in her sleep, rolling over to her back. Now both of her breasts were exposed and Antony took turns bathing them both with his tongue. Unconsciously, Alyssandria’s hip humped ear, as her breath became more ragged.
Antony pulled the sheet back and her legs spread in an open invitation. Antony had a plan, he knelt between her thighs and tasted her wetness. His tongue teased her clit into urgency.
Antony’s skillful tongue moved from her clit to her cunt hole and then to her ass hole and back again in careful laps.
Alyssandria woke up to a bone crushing orgasm. Her screams reverberated in Antony’s ears.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, when Antony came to leaned on his elbows, covering her body with his own.
“I had to have a taste,” he said quietly.
“Well, I’m awake now, I’ll do you better,” she nudged his throbbing cock with her dripping cunt.
“Promises, promises,” he said, thrusting slightly, deeply embedding himself inside her tight little pussy.
She gasped and her eye widened, as if this was the first time he’d been inside her, instead of the thousandth. He began to move slowly wanting the sensations to last longer. Alyssandria met his thrusts with her own, and each time, she let out little breathy gasps that drove Antony to distraction. He meant to go slow, to let her enjoy it, but there was something about her eyes that had him driving as hard and as fast inside her as he could and before he knew it, he was humping her with a fury that even he didn’t know he possessed. It was so primal, so animalistic.
He grunted fiercely–a warning that he was cumming. She stretched her legs wider and soon they were both panting as his thrusts grew frantic. Then he heaved once more and then it was over–his hot cum filled her full.
That morning, Antony did something he’d never done before. After he came inside Alyssandria, he gathered her up in his arms, and they slept tenderly.
They were awaked at midday by the shout from the crow’s nest.