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of her body with his fingertips like a blind man. She groaned when he let his lips follow the paths of his fingers.
    “If this is uncomfortable, just tell me.”
    “I will,” she said in a whisper so low he wondered if he’d heard her right.
    “You don’t want me to stop?”
    “No. Don’t stop.”
    “You like it, then?” He ran a forefinger lightly along the back of her thong to where it disappeared between her legs. She was soaking wet.
    He heard a sharp intake of breath as she flinched. “Yes.”
    “Or maybe you’d rather be one of Nero’s slaves? Brought into the arena after everyone else has gone to bed.”
    “Ummph,” was all she said.
    “Imagine the emperor places you here on the stage just like this. So he can admire you before he ravishes you.”
    “Yes,” she said with an exhalation.
    “And is there anything in particular you’d like me to do for you before I ravish you?” He smiled at her arousal as he gathered her thick hair in one hand and moved it aside so he could kiss her neck.
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me.” He licked along the length of her neck, then bit her gently.
    She jumped. “I want you to take off that fucking robe.”
    He laughed. “It’s a deal.”
    Breathing loudly through her mouth, she leaned back on her haunches and watched him pull the didashah over his head and throw it down beside her. He was naked underneath, and his swollen penis leaped free, bouncing in the night air.
    “Happy now?”
    Eyes big, she nodded solemnly. He knew she was studying his tattoo. It was centered on his right shoulder but ran part way across his upper chest and back.
    “Now it’s my turn again. I want you to lie down on this.” He spread the robe as flat as he could on the edge of the stage. “On your back.”
    She did as he asked. “Okay? What do you want now?”
    “Not so fast. I want to look at you some more.”
    He examined every inch of her. Her skin was pale and flawless. Her curves were all woman, but her arms and legs were long and toned.
    “Queen or slave girl, you are a perfect specimen of a woman. Any man—slave or emperor—would be powerless to resist you.”
    Watching her smile, he began to explore her body with his hands. He stroked her soft belly, felt the ribs beneath her smooth midriff, the strong muscles in her legs. He removed her sandals, slowly, sensually, and rubbed her feet. Then he kissed her insteps, one at a time, making her entire body twitch.
    He felt her eyes watching every move he made, and when he used his tongue to trace a path from her quivering bellybutton to the tiny white triangle of damp fabric, he heard her sharp intake of breath.
    “I believe it’s my turn, now,” she said, after clearing her throat.
    “Go on, then. What do you want?”
    “I want you to take off my bra. And kiss my breasts.”
    “So demanding! But if I must, I must.”
    She arched her back and unclasped the back of her bra, leaving him the task of peeling it off. Like the thong, it was damp with her excitement and stuck to her skin.
    He heard her moan again as he lowered his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked it, gently at first, then more urgently. He moved to the other one, drawing a similar moan. He filled his hands with her flesh, and buried his face in her cleavage.
    Then he lifted his head abruptly. “My turn, again.”
    “Umph,” was all she said.
    “Lift up.” He tugged at her thong. “This has to go.”
    “But that was my next turn,” she said as he whipped off the soggy bit of fabric.
    “You don’t get any more turns.” He buried his nose in her bush.
    “Why not?” She could barely articulate the two simple words as she opened her thighs.
    “Because I said so.” His tongue dipped between her folds and his mouth filled with saliva as he tasted nectar more intoxicating than anything he’d even known. Sweet, sweet honey, with a deep undertone of salty sex.
    She made a funny little growling noise deep in her throat and spread her legs