Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“What?” he barks at the guard. “Leave us!”
“It’s bath time,” the guard says.
I look over Kaeso’s enormous arm and cringe when I see three women standing next to the guard. A surge of jealousy rips through me, frantic and hot. They are slaves like me, tasked with washing my man.
“Let me go with you,” I whisper softly, trying to hide the possessive jealousy I’m feeling. “I’ll wash you.”
His large forehead furrows as he turns back to me. “It is I who must serve you, my Venus. You are the one who deserves to be pleasured in every way possible.”
“It’s okay,” I say as I rest my hand on the back of his. “I want to.”
Almost as much as I want to keep those bitches away from my man.
He brings me down the dark damp hallway into the baths—a stone room lit by torches pinned to the walls. A never-ending waterfall is erupting out of the rock wall and pouring into a stone bath where several of the gladiators are resting. None are as large as Kaeso and each one of their backs straighten when he walks into the room.
With their timid body language, all of these fierce accomplished warriors submit to my man like a pack of wolves submitting to their alpha.
“Kaeso,” they each mumble with a nod of their heads. They keep their eyes off me. It’s clear that I belong to Kaeso and they do not want to risk testing his wrath.
A grin hits my lips as I step a little closer to his large imposing frame. I kind of like being his property.
“Out,” he grunts in a low voice. “Now.”
The dozen or so men don’t need to be asked twice. They rush out of the baths, their muscular naked bodies not as impressive as Kaeso’s. The washing women are covered in wet robes and they leave as well, bringing their buckets and brushes with them.
The two guards stay by the door.
They start blinking rapidly and nervously rubbing the hilts of their swords when Kaeso turns to them with a challenging look in his eyes. “I said out.”
The two men have metal plates of armor strapped to their chests and swords by their waist. Kaeso has nothing but his bare hands and a fierce desire to keep me hidden from their lecherous eyes.
They shoot each other a glance and then rush out of the room, leaving the two of us alone.
My breath catches in my throat when he turns around and I see the intense look in his hungry eyes. It sends heat rushing into my body, making me blush, making my skin prickle with need. My womanhood begins to throb, it’s getting so wet.
Kaeso unpins the cloth wrapped around his shoulder and lets it fall. His robes fall to the wet stone ground and I let out a little whimper when I see the impressive sight of his naked body exposed for me.
I don’t know where to place my eyes first. On his wide vast chest, his hard round stomach, his god-like arms, his broad strapping shoulders… or, on the long massive cock hanging between his thick muscular thighs.
My face is an inferno of blushing as my eyes lock onto it. It’s improper to stare, it’s unladylike to gawk, but I can’t help it. It’s impossible to look away.
“Come into the water, Elovissa, and wash me.”
I gulp as he walks into the bath and sits down on the stone seat, the water reaching halfway up his torso.
He runs a wet hand through his hair as the waterfall pounds down behind him like the pounding of my heart. The throb between my legs intensifies as I look around just to make sure we’re alone.
The light from the torches on the stone walls is reflecting off the water, casting everything in a sexy orange glow. Kaeso’s eyes appear to be on fire as I step into the warm water, letting it creep up my tattered dress.
My mother put this dress on me to hand me over to Manius. I knew then that it was all wrong, just like I know now that this is just right.
His eyes never leave mine as I approach him with the anticipation growing inside me like a wildfire.
“I’ve never done this before,” I nervously admit as I grab a bar of soap and a brush.
“Murder would be on my mind if you’d had,” he says as his eyes drop down to my aching pussy. “I wouldn’t rest until I killed every last man you touched.”
I squeeze my wet thighs together before I go to him. The warm water travels up my dress as I take a deep breath and walk behind him.
He’s truly enormous. My heart flutters in my chest as I run the soap along his shoulders which are the size and firmness of boulders. He groans as I begin brushing his skin, wondering where he got each one of these scars. I bet each one has a story and I hope we’re together long enough for me to hear them all.