Roxanna was sitting at her dressing table when she heard the heavy footfalls at the door to her chambers, followed by the sound of the bolt sliding into place across the doorway. She rose and rushed into the room. He did not speak as he stalked toward her. He did not smile as he wrapped his hands around her arms. There was no prelude at all; he grabbed her and roughly covered her mouth with his own, forcing her lips open with his tongue. He pressed his body against her and, even through his tunic and heavy toga, she felt him hardening. She had never seen his temper until now. She found it exhilarating.
"Undress," he ordered, his voice an angry growl. She removed her tunica. "Undress me," he said in the same tone. He sat for her to remove his shoes and then stood still as she unwrapped the toga, bowing only enough to allow her to pull the tunic over his head. She folded and set aside his clothing and then stood before him, her eyes lowered like a slave.
"On your knees; take me in your mouth." Roxanna did not hesitate, nor did she tease him with the slow flicks of her tongue as she did normally. She did as she was told, taking his long, hard length into her mouth until he was pressed against the back of her throat. Caesar said nothing and made no noise; he grabbed two handfuls of her hair and moved her head as he liked. She wanted to look up at him, to see the lust in his eyes, but she was determined to do exactly what he said and nothing else. It had been many years since any man had treated her this way and she had always hated it. Caesar, however, was not just any man; she was already powerfully aroused at this treatment from him.
He pulled her head away and released her hair. "On your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, now!" Roxanna followed his orders without meeting his eyes. Caesar stepped close behind her and pushed two fingers inside her. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. He grabbed a fistful of her long, red hair and raised her upper body, pulling her head back so he could speak directly into her ear. "Already wet." The words were spoken like an accusation. He curled his fingers inside her as he caught her earlobe between his teeth and bit with enough force to make her whimper before he pushed her roughly back down onto her hands. He replaced his fingers with his thick cock and began fucking her hard and fast.
Roxanna tried to remain quiet, but could not prevent an occasional soft moan from escaping her lips. She was playing the prostitute for him, but there were limits to her self-control. When she had sold her body to men, she had always pretended to enjoy their attention; now that she was no longer for sale, she found it strange that she was compelled to pretend NOT to enjoy Caesar's attention.
She was aware of every move he made and immediately noticed when one of his hands released its tight grip on her waist. He pulled his cock out and rammed his middle finger inside her for an instant; then he plunged his shaft back inside her. She opened her mouth, but restrained the cry she longed to utter at the sensation of his slick finger pushing against her other opening.
"How many men have you accommodated here? Answer me!"
"None!"
"Do not lie to me!"
"None! Never!"
"Shall I be the first to penetrate your tight little ass, then?"
"No..."
"No?" He increased the pressure of his finger against her.
"Please don't..."
"You'll have to do better than that. Beg!"
"Oh, please, please, I beseech you, Master! Please do not penetrate me in that way!"
"Master; I like the sound of that. I will grant your request- for now," he laughed savagely and drove his cock deeply inside her, "but only because your cunt is so perfectly made for my pleasure." His body slapped against her ass with every deep, hard thrust.
Roxanna bit her lower lip, trying desperately to maintain control of her body.
He grabbed her hair again, but only jerked her head up. His voice was low and threatening, "I am bumping against the mouth of your womb. Does it frighten you, knowing I could fill you right now with my seed?"
His rough treatment and his threat to seed her womb were more than she could bear. Caesar was about to make her come and she was powerless to keep that from happening. All she could do was hold her breath and try to stay quiet.
She made little noise, but there was no way to prevent her body from shuddering or her muscles from squeezing him. He was not fooled, for he issued his next command at the apex of her climax.
"Roll over!"
Roxanna, still quaking in orgasm, was unable to comply.
Caesar delivered a sharp, open-handed slap to her ass. "Roll over, now!"
Roxanna felt the sting of his slap as if she had been branded; in her sensitive state, she could feel the heat left behind by all of his fingers as if they were still upon her. The effect of his retribution was amazing. She had been coming when he delivered the blow, but now the pleasure spread and soared even higher. She gasped and moaned as it seized her entire body. She would not have been able to obey his command even if her mind had processed it.
