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absurdthirst · 17 days ago

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Dominating the General {Marcus Acacius x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.5k

Warnings: Courtesan Reader, prostitution, dominatrix, dom/sub dynamic, power imbalance, oral sex (female receiving), grinding, cum eating, fingering, praise, punishment, face slapping, controlling an orgasm, after care, cock binding, oral sex (male receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation, anal fingering, bondage, cock warming, whipping, anger/frustration, menstrual blood, menstrual cramps, period sex, role reversal

Comments: The weight of Rome weighing on his shoulders, General Marcus Acacius seeks you out. A skilled courtesan with a speciality in taking control and giving pleasure to those who obey. Finding freedom in allowing you to dominate him.

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His stomach churns, in fear or perhaps anticipation, the acid rolling and making his steps slow as he approaches the ornate entrance. There is nothing forbidden or taboo about where he is going. Many men seek entertainment within the carved limestone walls. The pleasure to be had within the bodies of those that work there. He would not be rebuked for seeking out an evening in the most famous brothel in all of Rome.

Marcus Acacius would be expected to have lovers while he is in the city, resting from his latest conquest and campaigns for the glory of the empire. It would be viewed as unfavorable if he did not seek pleasure. However, only a few, a discreet selection of men who shared his predilections, would ever know why he was seeking out this particular pleasure den out of the many others around the city. Who he was seeking out inside those walls. Senator Crassus had given him the name, assured him of the satisfaction that would be found. Now he simply needs to enter and give the mistress your name.

The brothel where you live is part bathhouse, part theater and part temple. As large as the Basilica, more ornate than the Pantheon, and more welcoming than the Baths of Diocletian, the brothel was home to hundreds of talented prostitutes. Men of all ages would come to seek solace and entertainment. Whispers of your fame and talents were murmured into ears and many sought and were denied your favors. It is your home and you find amusement in knowing that many important and powerful men bow to your whims and eagerly rush to obey your orders.

Unlike the other men and women of your brothel, you do not take orders. You give them. You take control and power from men to make them feel weak. You control their pleasure and they shower you with coins and jewelry to do so. You have been proposed to by three senators and have been begged to become a permanent mistress to countless more. Turning them all down because it would give them more power over you than you would want.

Your name is given by Marcus with a nervous lick of his lips and the madame strides off to inform you of your appointment. "Send him back." You declare, knowing that Marcus will not want to be paraded through the halls. The others who have been paid to keep him company have spoken of his ability to pleasure and you are excited to experience the brave General on his knees for you. Marcus swallows harshly as he walks through the marbled halls, his stomach twisting in anticipation and he finds himself at a door where the madame declares it to be yours. "You may go in." She gestures and walks off, leaving Marcus to take a deep breath for a moment. He inhales and reaches for the metal, pushing the door open to enter your room.

“Stop.” You give him the order the second the door closes behind him. Sitting on the edge of your chair, you watch him freeze. A good sign, one that he could obey orders. “Take off your clothes and come to the center of the room to kneel down.” You are eager to see what the life long soldier’s body looks like. You have heard that he is well endowed and you want to see how long it takes for him to get hard.

His cock twitches at the mere idea of being naked while you stand there fully clothed. He nods and reaches for the hem of his tunic, not wanting to dress in armor when it's not needed, and he kicks off his sandals before he walks into the center of the room and kneels, his dark eyes focused on the marble floor instead of you, knowing you'll need to give him permission.

“Good boy.” You let him wait for a moment in silence, watching as his cock slowly starts to fill. Hardening and lifting up from his groin. You slowly stand, humming as you take in the broad shoulders, the lines around his eyes and scars that adorn his body. This is a man who has lived many lives, battled for his very soul and now he is yearning to give up control to someone else. To you. “When you are in this room, you are to obey me.” You instruct, your sandals striking against the marble floor as you walk around him, looking at him as if you were inspecting a servant. “If you disobey me one time, you will be punished. Two times, you will be sent away.” You believe in being upfront. “Three times and you will be denied my attentions until I feel you have learned.”

Marcus lets out a whimper, turned on by hearing the rules. He wants to give control to someone else. He doesn't want to think about anything when he's here. He just wants to follow orders. "Words." You demand and he chokes out, "yes, domina." He hardens when you move to stand in front of him but he keeps his eyes on the floor.

Lifting your leg, you drape it over his shoulder and your gown that is slit down the middle, parts to reveal your cunt to his eyes. “I am going to use your tongue for my pleasure.” You tell him. “Eat my cunt. I want to see how well you can pleasure me.”

Marcus knows this is a test and he groans, surging forward to slide his tongue through your folds. His tongue flicks over your clit as he closes his eyes and groans at the way you taste.

You are surprised at his eagerness, most powerful men balk at the first true test of giving over control. So used to be the ones to receive pleasure, they are almost shocked to learn that the women they fuck want to have the same. You don’t make a sound, withholding them from Marcus to see how he responds.

Your moan makes his cock twitch and he resists the urge to touch you, his hands on his thighs as he lets you rock your cunt against his face while his tongue slides into your pussy.

His tongue is quick, he feels the way your thighs tense and shake when you like the flick of his tongue and he repeats the move. He’s a quick learner, making you smile even though he cannot see you. It will be fun to control this one, to see him fall apart for you and give you every piece of him.

Your moan spurs him on, wanting to make you feel good. He groans into your flesh and hisses at the way your fingers tangle in his hair. It's painful but his cock throbs at the feeling. His nails dig into his flesh as he restrains from touching his cock.

You can tell he wants to touch himself. HIs shoulders are tense and his head jutting forward to busy himself with your cunt. He’s good, obeying your orders and just doing what you tell him too. “You are going to make me cum. Won’t you?” You haven’t decided on a name for him yet, but it will come to you.

He grunts into your flesh, wordlessly letting you know he will make you cum. That's not good enough and you pull his head back, forcing him to look up at you. His chin is slick, eyes dilated as he looks up at you. His chest heaves and pre-cum drips onto the floor as he whines softly, desperate to be buried back in your cunt.

“Answer me.” You demand again, yanking on his hair hard enough to make him moan again and his cock twitches as it sits neglected. “Yes, domina.” He quickly agrees, trying to nod too, but you are still holding his hair. “Good pet.” You coo mockingly and push his face back into your cunt. “Now do it.”

Marcus groans, diving back into your folds and he slides his tongue back into your cunt, his nose pressed against your clit as he is desperate to feel and hear you cum for him. His nails scratch his skin as he tries to refrain from touching himself.

You tilt your head back and groan. He is doing a good job and you are impressed with how well he takes orders. Much better than the senators that will come to visit you. It takes another few minutes of his tongue pushing inside you before your stomach clenches, your cunt gushing and soaking his face with your juices. “Good.” You pant. “That’s good.”

Marcus pulls back, his cock leaking onto the floor and he pants, his eyes hooded in arousal as he looks up at you. “Domina.” He pleads, the sound almost caught in his throat as he waits for your next order. This is what he wanted. To be out of control, to let go for a little while and not be the man in charge.

You reach down, caressing his cheek gently as you pull your leg off his shoulder and press the edge of your sandal against his throbbing cock. “Rub against my foot like a good boy.” You order, tapping his cheek gently. The desperation in his eyes is beautiful.

Most men would say fuck no and demand you get down on your knees to suck their cock but your words make him whine and he is desperate to cum. He groans, rocking his hips down so he can grind against your sandal, his chest heaving with the movements and it doesn’t take long for him to fall apart. He cums on your sandal, dripping down onto the floor as he lets out a loud moan of satisfaction. It’s the best release he’s had in months and he’s not even been inside you yet.

You are surprised that he has cum so quickly, it informs you that Marcus is a man who is very pent up. He has not had a release that he has not been in control of in years, maybe ever. “Now you must clean up your mess.” You tell him, making him frown slightly because he doesn’t understand. “Lick up your spend.” You order, looking down at your cum covered foot.

Marcus’s eyes widen but he doesn’t deny you. He nods, leaning in to start licking at your toes. The salty seed coating his tongue and he doesn’t care about the taste as his dark eyes watch you as he sucks on your toe. He wants to please you so you’ll give him more pleasure.

It’s surprising that he did not protest. Another positive mark for him. “You follow orders well.” You coo, pulling your foot away from his mouth. Your cunt is aching and despite wanting his cock inside you, the first session is never an option. “Now you will stand up and move over to the bed.”

Marcus stumbles to his feet, his cock already hardening again and he looks at you, “how do you want me, domina?” He asks and you smirk, “lay down.” He nods and follows your order, laying down on the bed and he licks his lips, tasting his salty cum lingering but he doesn’t care about that, eager to see what you do next.

You lay down beside him, opening your thighs and the folds of your dress fall open. “You will finger me,” you decide. “I wish to see if your hands only bring destruction or if they can bring pleasure as well.”

His eyes darken as they take in your body, you’re gorgeous and he knows you must have men eating out the palm of your hand. He nods, shifting closer and he slides his hand along your thigh, loving the way you feel as he brings his hand up to slide his fingers through your folds.

You have always enjoyed being touched, being stroked to pleasure. Finding so many men ignorant of how to touch a woman beyond their poor attempts to do just the bare necessities, it is a surprising pleasure to feel how his fingers slide around in a slow circle, not just immediately going to your clit and rubbing furiously. Mapping out your entire sex with his digits and even swiping over the skin between your pussy and your puckered hole before coming back up to make another pass at your clit. “That is not fingering me.” You point out and Marcus ducks his head in acknowledgement. “I was wetting my fingers, domina.” His voice is low, respectful and you hum in approval.

His fingers push into you, obeying your order, and his digits are thick as he pushes two into your wet cunt. He lets out a small groan at how hot and velvety you feel around his fingers and he starts to work them in and out of your cunt.

You watch his brow pull together, furrowed slightly as he pumps his fingers in and out slowly. “Do not think.” You urge him. “I will tell you if I want you to change something. You just feel what you are doing to me.”

Marcus nods and continues to work his fingers in and out of you. He wants you to clamp down on his fingers. He wants to please you. He wants to make you moan his name. He wants to make you want him.

His brow smoothes out and you watch as his shoulders relax. His body responding to not being in charge and letting someone take over again. “Good boy.” You praise, reaching up and caressing his cheek gently.

Your praise makes his cock twitch and he relaxes as you order him to curl his fingers. He follows your demand and you moan when he hits that spot inside you.

Once he has found that spot, it doesn’t take long for you to get worked up. Your thighs might tense and you push your hips down against his fingers. “Do not stop.”

He doesn’t stop. He can’t. He wants to watch you fall apart. His dark eyes on yours as he watches you take what he offers. You moan and the sound is like music to Marcus’s ears. He works his fingers at the same pace, letting you take what you need.

You can feel the brushing of his cock against your leg as he continues to work his fingers inside you. Making you proud that he has not started rutting against you. “Make me cum and I will give you pleasure again.” You promise, reaching out and curling your fingers around his cock and squeezes.

He hisses when you grip his cock and he tries to not thrust into your touch. He knows that wouldn’t please you. He pushes his fingers into you, desperate to feel and hear you cum. “Please, domina.” He begs, wanting you to cum for him, to please you.

His plea throws you over the edge, clamping down on his fingers as you use his name for the first time since he has entered the room. “Marcus!”

He whimpers as he watches you fall apart for him. It’s intoxicating to know he’s pleased you and he is not in control of your pleasure. You are. Your grip tightens on his cock and he bites his lip as he watches you work through your orgasm.

You bat his hand away and push him onto his back after letting go of his cock. Still wearing your dress, you straddle his waist and press the soaking folds of your cunt against the underside of his cock. “I never let a man fuck me our first session.” You admit, caressing his chest. “I am tempted though, so I will pleasure you as closely to being inside me as I can.”

Marcus whines, wishing you would sink down on his cock but the whine is cut short when you slap him. His eyes widen and you grip his chin, “you take what I give you.” You growl and he nods, “yes, domina.” You start to rock against his cock, the feeling making his eyes roll in the back of his head.

You roll your hips expertly, having learned that the wet slide of your folds feels good for a man. Not quite as much as having a wet cunt around him, but it is a good reward for him being good so far. “Pull my dress down and squeeze my tits.”

He follows your order, reaching up to pull your dress down, exposing your tits to his hungry eyes, and he groans at the sight of your breasts. He cups them, his eyes flicking up to yours to make sure it’s okay, and he watches your mouth fall open as you rock on top of him.

This is for your pleasure as much as his. Moaning softly at how good it feels, you cover his hands over your breasts and squeeze harshly, showing him how you like your breasts handled.

He squeezes and kneels your flesh, loving the way you moan and he rocks up against your cunt, wanting more, needing to feel more of you. He’s desperate and he isn’t afraid to show it.

You slap his cheek again, this time a little harder than before and his eyes widen. “Do not move unless I tell you.” You hiss. “Did I tell you to move? Did I say that you could rut against me like a dog?”

“No, domina.” Marcus apologizes quickly and forces his hips back down to the bed. “I am sorry.”

“You will learn.” You know that he is just starting out and he is very used to having his own way, but he sought you out specifically to give you control. “You will find more pleasure if you obey me.” You coo. “I reward my pets. But I will spank your ass until it is red if you disobey me again tonight, and you will not cum.”

Your words make him twitch against your folds and he’s so close. “Domina. I’m - I’m close.” He warns you, knowing you could punish him if he cums before you want him to. “Please.” He begs, wanting permission.

“It is good you let me know.” You grind down against his cock a little harder and appreciate the way his body seems to tense, trying to hold out for you to give your permission. “You will cum for me now.” You command, reaching between you to massage the head of his cock as it slips out from your folds. “Cum.”

His eyes close as his stomach clenches at your touch. He groans and you grip his chin with your other hand, “look at him. I need you to look at me.” You demand and he struggles but manages to open his eyes just as he cums, he falls apart beneath you, cum spitting against your fingers as he moans.

His cum spurts against his stomach, painting up his chest as he moans again. “Domina.” You hum as you slowly continue to roll your hips, drawing out his pleasure until he is panting.

He feels boneless and he’s not even been inside you. He offers you a lazy smile of appreciation, “thank you, domina.” He murmurs, his eyelashes fluttering as he tries to come back down from Elysian Fields.

You decide that you won’t press him even more, he has performed well for his first time in your rooms. “You rest.” You hum softly, shifting off his lap. “When you are in my care, I will make sure you are cared for properly.”

He frowns, “but you didn’t finish.” He says and you smile, caressing his cheek, “it’s okay. You rest now, General.” You coo and he nods, closing his eyes as he relaxes on your sheets. He barely hears you as you prepare a rag to clean him and he only opens his eyes when you place a cup of wine at his lips, wanting to refresh him. “Thank you, domina.” He murmurs, enjoying the way his mind is peaceful, free of the horrors he experienced in the battlefield.

He ends up falling asleep in your bed and you let him rest. Sleeping for two hours before he wakes to find you sipping a cup of wine and picking a piece of fruit from a tray that had obviously been delivered to the room while he was asleep. “Now you will dress and return to your normal routine.”

Marcus nods, shifting off of the bed and he reaches for his tunic to pull it over his head. He feels almost boneless and he loves it. He slides his feet into his sandals and looks over at you, “thank you, domina. Can I - will you allow me to come back?”

“I will.” You smirk slightly as you watch him regain some of the commanding presence he had shed for you. “I will send word to let you know when I will see you.”

Marcus nods, reaching for your hand to press a kiss to the back of it before he reaches into his pouch to pay you the coins you agreed upon. He sets the coins down on the table next to you and bows his head, “I’ll await your word.” He declares and makes his way out of your rooms, knowing you’ll want some peace.

You stare at the pouch of coins and smile before you reach for it. It seems like Marcus will be a good fit for you, eager to obey and surprisingly good at following orders even though he is used to giving them. It will be interesting to see how he behaves the next time he comes to you.

****

Marcus hasn’t heard from you for several days and it’s making him anxious. He taps his fingers on the table as he waits for your word. He picks up his wine and downs it, his back tense as he needs a release. The emperors have been breathing down his neck, wanting to send him back out to conquer more land but he is pushing back, telling them he needs more time to let his soldiers recuperate.

Knowing that he must be impatient, you finally send a servant to the general’s villa, instructing him to be in your rooms and ready for you in exactly one hour. It’s not a lot of time, and you have done that on purpose.

When Marcus receives word, his cock is already hardening as he thinks of what you’ll do to him this time. He takes his time as he strolls to the brothel, making his way into the back after he gives your name. He stands in your room and he knows what you’ll require. He strips off and kneels down on the floor, waiting for you to return.

This time you are fully nude, coming out of the small room off of your larger bedroom that the wash basin and pot is. Watching him in approval as he waits for you. His cock is already hard and you want to feel him inside you this time. “You were almost late.” You chide. “If you had been, you would not have been allowed in.”

“I’m sorry, domina. The streets were busy and-” You cut him off, striding over to grab his hair and you tilt his head up to look at you, “no excuses.” You hiss and he twitches at the tinge of pain. “It won’t happen again.” He promises, his dark eyes darkening even more at the way you pull on his hair.

“You like the pain?” You tilt your head and smirk slightly. “Answer me.” You demand and he gulps. “I- I do.” He confesses breathlessly, his cock already leaking. “What else do you like?”

“I like - I like to not think. I don’t want to give orders or make decisions. I like pain that isn’t inflicted on someone else like I have to do in battle. I don’t want to think about anything but how I feel.” He confesses and he keeps his eyes on you.

“Now, was that so hard to confess?” You coo softly, reaching for the soft fabric that is wrapped around your wrist. “Stand for me, and I will give you both pain and pleasure that will have no other thoughts in your head.”

He stands, his head bowed as he waits for your instructions. “You will stand still and you will tell me if you aren’t comfortable. What is your word?” You ask and Marcus says “prohibere.” You coo, “very good.” He nods and you take the fabric in your hand, your eyes on his until you lean towards him.

His cock is already heavy and from the fullness of his balls, he has not sought out anyone or used his hand for pleasure since he had left your rooms days ago. Careful and expertly, you wrap the fabric around his genitals, binding them together and tightening it as you do. Hearing him groan, you look into his eyes. “Too tight?”

He shakes his head, “no. Not too tight. Just- I’ve never had this before.” He confesses, his stomach clenching as he looks down at his bound cock. “Fuck.” He curses softly, “domina.”

“This will aid you to not cum so quickly.” You caress his length and he moans softly. “You can prolong the pleasure, until the point where it aches.”

His eyebrows raise and he’s surprised he’s never heard of this in his travels but he’s intrigued. He nods and you squeeze his cock, making him moan again. “Domina. I need you.” He begs, wanting you to touch him some more. He’s held off all week, not touching himself in anticipation of you.

“Have you cum since the last time you were here?” You ask, smirking when he shakes his head. “Good boy.” You praise, sinking down to your knees to inspect his bound cock, “now I will make you cry out in frustration.”

He looks down at you, inhaling shakily as he struggles to breathe when your hot breath washes over his cock. The head is almost purple and leaking as he watches you kneel before him.

Instead of easing him into the feel of your mouth, you take the entire head into the wet heat immediately. Looking up to see his reaction.

He lets out a whine, his eyes fluttering shut as he rests his chin on his chest. He groans and his hands twitch but he doesn’t touch you. You take his cock deeper into your mouth and a spurt of pre-cum hits your tongue. He’s so worked up and he knows he has to hold back.

You hum around him, feeling his thighs tremble and you know that he is already wanting to cum despite the binding. Still, he will be taken to the edge many times before you finally allow him to cum.

He hisses and his nails dig into his palms as he tries to control himself. It’s so easy to give in to your touch and his cock twitches in your mouth. “Domina.” He whines softly, “I- I can’t.” He chokes, feeling the pressure build.

You pull away, stroking his hip while he pants, trying to calm down. “You can.” You urge. “You will.” It’s not a question of doubt in your mind. He will obey you and last as long as you want him to. “Close your eyes and concentrate on how it feels.”

He breathes through gritted teeth and he nods, inhaling deeply to try and calm down. You give him a moment and you take him back into your mouth, loving the way he groans like he could lose control any second. He squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to concentrate on not spilling into your mouth.

You take your time. Making it gentle this time. Adding another layer to the need that is building inside the general. Wrapping your hands around his body, your nails dig into the meat of his ass as your throat closes around his length.

He chokes on his breath, his fingers flexing as he feels your tight throat squeeze him. “Fuck, domina.” He rasps, his eyes still squeezed shut and he starts to count, wanting to be good for you.

You work his cock until his knees nearly buckle and then you pull back again. Your fingers slowly stroke between his hip and cock, waiting for him to calm down again. “Do you feel how heavy you feel? The ache in your limbs?”

He nods, “yes, domina. I feel like marble.” He confesses, inhaling deeply and trying to calm himself down so he doesn’t disappoint you. He wants to please you, to see that beautiful smile on your face when he follows your orders.

“Good.” You reach up and squeeze his hip. “You are doing well. You are following my orders perfectly.” He stiffens slightly under your praise and you smirk at how eager he is for it. “Now we will make your knees weak and your body beg for more.”

He groans, nodding with a plea in his eyes as you take him into your mouth again. He pants, feeling relieved at the wet heat of your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. “Domina.” He murmurs, “feels so good.”

You hum around him, wanting to hear his sounds of pleasure and see him weak for your attention. Your tongue flutters against the base of his cock and you can feel the way that he wants to thrust into your mouth, the way he holds himself back.

He’s trying so hard to control himself and he clenches his fists, trying to control himself as you rock your jaw on his cock. “Fuck.” He hisses, trying to control himself, to be good for you.

This time, he’s worked up so quickly you have to jerk your mouth back when you feel the vein of his cock start to pulse. Hearing him whimper and you reach up to squeeze his balls gently. “Not yet.” You remind him. “You must take what I give you.”

He whimpers but he nods, knowing he needs to obey but gods, it’s hard to resist the urge to cum. “Yes, domina. Whatever you want.” He promises and you squeeze his balls again.

His eyes close and he moans softly, his cock weeping. He already looks wrecked, starting to sweat from the effort he is putting into holding himself back. “Good boy.” You murmur softly, leaning forward and running your tongue over the soft, full sacs beneath his cock.

He loves the way you praise him and that makes the pain of withholding his release worth it. He loves to please you, hear you praise him. You slide your tongue along his thigh as you give him a little time to calm down, and you squeeze his ass in your hands.

“Have you ever had someone put their fingers inside you? Fuck you?” You ask, knowing that some of the senators you have entertained have and some think that it’s unnatural. You don’t claim to judge but most men seem to like it if done properly.

He shakes his head, “no. No I haven’t but - but I’ve thought about it.” He confesses, “I’ve heard others talk about it and I wouldn’t mind - if it pleases my domina.” He says, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Then we will see how you enjoy my fingers inside you.” You lean back from his body and stand. “Lay down on the bed.”

He nods, following your order as he makes his way over to the bed and lays down, his bound cock aching for you, for release, but his mind is blissfully empty as he waits for your touch.

The general is still, awaiting your orders as you move over to the small table where your perfumes and oils are kept. Selecting a costly vial and smirking as you walk over to the bed. “One day I will tie you to it.” You decide. “You would look good in bonds.”

He lets out a groan of approval at that, imagining being completely at your mercy. “Please, domina.” He isn’t too proud to beg as he awaits your movements, praying you let him find some kind of release when he’s so pent up. “I can be good.” He promises, keeping his hands above his head.

You hum and kneel on the bed. Watching as his chest heaves. “You will tell me if you do not like it.” You order, pushing his legs up and apart so you can see his puckered hole.

He lifts his legs higher, his stomach twisting with nerves and arousal as you slide your fingers across the puckered hole, coating it with the oil that makes him sliver slightly and he groans, “domina.”

You don't just push your fingers inside him, it's a slow process. Working the tip of your finger in and watching the myriad of emotions race across his face as his cock throbs and his body tries not to tense. "Relax." You soothe softly. "Just let me play with your body, you are my toy."

He inhales deeply, trying to relax as you work his puckered hole open. No one has touched him there so he’s tense but you push your finger a little deeper and his mouth falls open as he starts to enjoy the feeling. Your voice is soothing and he wants to be good for you.

You can feel how uncomfortable he is, but you decide to see how far he will hold against the new sensations mixed with the familiar so you lean forward to take him back into your mouth. Slowly pumping your finger deeper until it is all the way in and his hole is trembling around it.

He throws his head back against the sheets, eyes closed as you take him into your mouth and he hisses when you hollow your cheeks. “Fuck.” He curses, his fingers gripping the sheets as your finger works in and out of his ass.

You watch the way that he vibrates with need. The desperate whine that comes out of his chest. He can think of nothing but you and what you are doing to him, exactly what you want for him and what he needs. You hollow your cheeks and make your palette as soft as you can for him, caressing his cock lovingly.

He pants, getting closer and closer and you are winding him up. His stomach twists and he whines, knowing he cannot cum until you allow it. “Domina. I’m - I’m so close.” He confesses, almost chokes out as he clings to the bed sheets.

You stop moving your finger and pull your mouth away. “Calm yourself.” You urge him softly. “You can take more. I know you can. It feels almost blissful, does it not? The need that claws at you, consumes you so you are only thinking of that pleasure. It will be so sweet when you cum.”

He nods, a little desperate but he’s eager to obey you. He chokes as he tries to breathe and you look up at him, “do you want to use your safe word?” You ask and he shakes his head, “I’m okay. Just - allow me a moment to control myself.”

You nod, holding still and you don't touch him beyond your finger. Knowing that it would be cruel to push him past his breaking point when it would lead him to failing your orders. Your other hand brushes over his stomach gently, squeezing his hip in encouragement.

He manages to get his breathing under control. His cock still throbbing but no longer on the brink and the binds keep him from spilling without permission. He sighs, “I’m okay, domina.” He murmurs, looking down at you as he lifts his head.

You watch him carefully, giving him another moment before you decide to start pumping your finger again. The reaction is instantaneous, his thighs clenching slightly and his fingers curling into the sheets again as he moans. "Good boy." You lower your head and take him back into your mouth again, knowing this time you will release the bindings and let him cum into your mouth.

You work him up quickly and his cock twitches in your mouth. You press your finger into his prostate and he gasps, his legs jerking in surprise at the sensation. “Fuck. I need - please, domina. I’ve been good.” He pleads, choking on his breath.

Letting go of his hip, you unwind the binding from around his cock, hearing the filthy, breathless groan. You hum and suck harder around him before you pull away long enough to give him an order. "Cum." You demand before you are swallowing his cock down again.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for him to find his release. He lets out a whine and squeezes his eyes shut as he falls apart for you. He lets out a loud groan as he starts to cum, hot spurts of seed hitting your tongue and the back of your throat as he swears he blacks out. His mind is completely empty except for how this feels. How you’ve made him feel.

You work him through it. Curling your finger deep and pressing against his prostate. Drinking him down and making sure that his cock pulses deliciously. Until his moan is one of soft protest and overstimulation. Making you hum and pull away to watch his hazy bliss.

He pants, relaxing into the bed beneath him as his cock starts to soften against his belly. He offers you a lazy smile as you slowly pull your finger from inside him. “That was…incredible.” He rasps, his eyelashes fluttering until he focuses on you, “how can I please you?”

You are impressed that he would wish to pleasure you. You slide off the bed and walk over to the table to pour a cup of wine. “I will ride you next time.” You promise. “This time you have been used hard. You need to rest.”

Marcus pouts but doesn't argue, he knows you'll punish him if he disobeys. He takes the cup of wine from your hand after he sits up, his body boneless from the pleasure and he loves how relaxed he feels. "Do you, uh, take care of yourself after?"

“Sometimes.” You smirk as you walk over to the little room to grab a cloth. “Or I will wait until I am entertaining again.” You wet it in the bowl and come back out to clean him up. “I think you will sleep deep tonight.”

Marcus hums, wishing he could make you fall apart on his tongue but he isn't in authority to demand you sit on his face. "I wouldn't mind watching." He smirks, unable to help himself as he allows his authority to leak through the submissive nature he's embracing.

Your brow lifts in amusement that he would voice such a want. "You like watching, general?" Your session is over and you are caring for him now, so the conversation can be more casual than before. "Perhaps you would enjoy being tied up so you could not touch yourself and watch as other's fuck?"

He smirks, regaining his normally cocky nature, “I meant watching you. I wouldn’t mind being tied up to watch you touch yourself. Or to watch but I’ve never really watched other than in whorehouses before I found my own company.” He admits, looking at you and admiring your profile.

You bring the cloth over and kneel on the bed so you can clean him up. Pushing his thighs apart again so you can see what you are doing. "I will consider it." You hum as you slip the cloth through his cheeks and smirk when he shivers. "Did you enjoy yourself this session?"

Marcus nods, “yes, domina.” You reach out to caress his cheek after you clean him up and he offers you a soft smile. “When can I come back?” He asks, eager to be inside you for the first time in the next session.

He is eager, and that speaks well for him. "Two days." You decide, striking slightly. "You are not touch yourself or find relief in another." You tilt your head to the side and reconsider. "If you touch yourself, you can only finger yourself, do not touch your cock, and do not cum." You order.

He nods, not wanting to disobey you, “yes domina.” He shifts off of the bed, grunting as his body is relaxed and he reaches for his tunic after he sets the cup of wine down on the side. “Thank you.” He says and he smiles at you, feeling almost giddy as the pressures of the world outside your door haven’t hit him yet.

You nod, aware that outside of this room, his social standing is much higher than yours. "Two days." You remind him, ignoring the curling in your stomach, the anticipation of experiencing his skills as a lover.

“Two days.” He agrees and he reaches for his pouch to fetch the coins he owes you. You are his new addiction. The way you make his mind go blank to the pleasure has him ready to come back to your rooms as soon as possible.

****

He is so eager for your attention that he shows up early. You are not ready when the servant brings him to your door and you smirk to yourself when you see that he is already naked and on his knees, his cock hard and jutting up proudly from his lap. "You are eager to please today." You comment, wrapped in a thin robe and your feet bare. Your hair is not styled and you have none of the perfumes or oils on your skin like you would normally have. Fresh from your bath, you are as you prefer to be when you are not entertaining.

You look fresh and clean and that makes Marcus’s mouth water. “I am. I have not touched myself.” He promises, his cock twitching and his balls heavy as he thinks about being inside you. He’s thought about it many times and he’s eager to experience you.

Nodding, you motion to the bed. "Lay down, I will tie you up and then you will watch as I oil my skin." You smirk. "In your eagerness, I was not quite ready for you."

“I don’t care about the oil. I want you as you are.” He declares, “I will take what you give me.” He promises, “and I don’t want to wait.” He confesses, “I need you, domina.”

You should deny him, but there is something earnest and raw about being willing to take you without the trappings of being an expensive courtesan. His eyes are lowered, but his mouth is pulled hopefully. "Go lay down." You order again, deciding that you will tie him up before you let him know your decision.

He obeys, standing and making his way over to the bed to lay down. His cock resting on his lower stomach as he waits for your next move. His heart is pounding and he’s ready for you to touch him but he has to be patient.

You walk over to a chest that you keep your binds in, opening it and choosing ones that are both strong and gentle on his skin. While you know he wears wrist braces and that would hide any abrasions on his skin, you don't want anything that would remind him of war and the brutality of it. "You are so good for me." You coo, bringing them over and starting with his ankles.

Marcus’s cock twitches in anticipation as you start to bind his ankle and he rests his head on the sheets, closing his eyes as he relinquishes control to you. He sighs and opens his eyes when you work on his wrists. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods, “words.” You remind him and he says “yes, domina.”

Once you have him secure, you strip off your robe, leaving yourself nude and completely unadorned. Joining him on the bed and straddling his waist so your cunt is resting against his belly. Marcus inhales and you smirk, reaching behind you to wrap your fingers around his cock. "I think I will hold your cock inside me while I pleasure myself." You coo.

Marcus nods, wanting to please you, “yes domina. Use me.” He groans when you start to pump him and you shift your hips back, letting the head of his cock slide through your folds. You’re already so wet and he groans, fists clenched in the binds.

You take your time, slowly sinking down on him and watching as his breath catches. "Breathe." You instruct, pulling off of him slightly. "Feel my cunt. Close your eyes and feel how I am surrounding you."

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he feels your hot, wet cunt surround his aching cock. He groans and his fingers flex as he tries to revel in the feel of you around him.

When you are finally seated fully on his cock, you lean down and tap his cheek gently. "Open your eyes now." You command softly. "Watch as I touch myself."

He opens his eyes, watching you with bated breath as your hand slides down to the thatch of curls at the apex of your thighs, you’re so hot around him and he exhales shakily, trying to move his legs but he’s bound.

One hand is sliding between your folds and the other is cupping your breast. "Have you ever watched someone like this?" You ask breathlessly.

He shakes his head, “no. Never like this.” He’s had several lovers and too many whores to count and he’d never watched any of them touch themselves. He was too proactive as a lover.

You don't roll your hips, but your walls do squeeze him when you rub your clit. Making him bite his lip and you grin when you pinch your nipple and moan softly. "So you will see how you enjoy it. Thinking of nothing but my cunt around you, using you to fill me up while I pleasure myself."

He groans, watching you rub your clit, and he aches to touch you. His brow furrowed as he watches you, “fuck, domina. You look so good like this.” He admits, biting his lip as he watches with hungry eyes.

You chuckle quietly, watching his fingers flex. You can hear the frustration in his voice. “You would touch me, wouldn’t you?” You ask mockingly. “If you were not tied up. You would treat me as if I was any other whore in this brothel.” You pinch your nipple again. “But you cannot because I control your pleasure.”

He whines, “I would. I’d roll you over and fuck you so hard you’d struggle to take another man for days.” He confesses, his neck tense, “and you’d love it. You’d give up control. You’ve submit to me.” He growls, his frustration making him dominant even though he’s here to get away from that.

You drop your hand from your chest and reach for his own nipple. Pinching it and twisting it harshly. "No, you wouldn't." You smirk, listening to him hiss in pain. "Not now, because I am the one making you submit."

He groans, twitching inside you. “Yes, domina.” He submits again, his fingers flexing against the binds. “I- I’m sorry.” He gasps, “domina.” He loves the way you pinch his nipple again.

"Good boy." You coo mockingly. "The poor general thought he was in charge." You chuckle, pinching his other nipple before you take away that obvious pleasure and go back to pleasuring yourself.

Marcus groans, his eyes darkening as he watches you rub your clit and you clench around him. He hisses, “domina” knowing you are going to tease him until he’s begging.

You narrow your eyes slightly at his tone but you continue to touch yourself. It takes a lot of restraint to keep from bouncing on his cock, it's thick and fills you perfectly. Instead of grinding down on him, you hold still, rubbing your clit and biting your lip as you moan.

Marcus watches, all he can do is watch, and he twitches inside you. You feel molten around him and it’s getting harder to resist jerking his hips up into you as you remain still except for your walls fluttering around his length.

You can tell how tense he is, poised to move and the only thing keeping him from doing so is because you have ordered him not to. "Your cock feels good." You praise.

He pants, watching you as you palm your breast and rub your clit. “Fuck.” He curses, knowing he’s going to struggle to keep from thrusting up into you. He watches as you throw your head back, your fingers rubbing your clit a little faster, and when you clamp down on his cock, he can’t stop himself. He spills into your fluttering cunt, a strangled groan escaping his lips as he falls apart without permission.

Your eyes widen when you feel his seed flooding your womb. Hissing because you had not given him permission to cum, you pull off his cock. "You should not have done that." You warn. "Now you will be punished."

He doesn’t have time to enjoy his orgasm as you are soon reaching to unbind his ankles, twisting him onto his stomach so his arms are crossed. “I’m sorry, domina.” He chokes out, knowing you aren’t happy with him.

"You are not sorry yet." You promise, climbing off the bed and walking back over to the trunk to pull out a long and thin whip. "Soon you will be."

His eyes widen at the sight of the week and you pause, “safe word?” You ask and he shakes his head, “n-no. Keep going.” He swallows harshly in anticipation and nerves but he is here to see what you can do to him and that includes punishment.

You smirk slightly, tapping the whip against your palm as you look at him. "Now, I know that you are used to pain, so I am sure that it will take quite a while to get my point across. Do not muffle your sounds." You order right before you draw the whip back and bring it down on his ass.

He hisses but it’s not as painful as he thought it would be. He’s been stabbed and punched and cut so the whip isn’t hurting as much as being stabbed with a knife or a sword. Still, being so vulnerable, the whip makes him jerk when it comes down on his ass again.

You pull your hand back again and again, bringing down the whip against his flesh. Watching the welts raise and the reddening of his skin as you punish him for cumming without permission.

He pants, the pain surging through him but his cock is already hardening again. He cries out when you whip him again. "I'm sorry, domina. I'm sorry." He chokes, knowing his apologies won't mean anything to you.

You grunt, knowing that you should pull your punishment after a few more licks. Despite it being a punishment, you don’t want to cause any lasting pain to the general. “You spilled your seed without permission.” You remind him. “Without warning.”

He gasps, "I'm sorry, domina. Let me - please. I want to make it up to you. Tell me how I can make it right." He begs, his cock hard against the bed and he whines when you drop the whip after a few more licks.

You roll him back onto his back and smirk. “You will eat your seed out of my cunt.” You decide, straddling his chest. “You ruined my pleasure and made a mess.” Your fingers tangle into his hair and you pull his head up slightly to make him moan. “Now you will clean it up.”

He nods, knowing he needs to repent for his punishment and he moans when you tug on his hair again as you lift your hips and shuffle up until your creamy cunt is hovering over his face. "I'm sorry, domina." He murmurs as he tilts his head when you start to lower onto his face.

The first swipe of his tongue is tentative, almost apologetic as he carves a path through your folds. Your fingers tighten in his hair. “You can do better than that.”

He hisses when you tug on his hair and you lower your hips a little more to almost smother him. He slides his tongue through your folds and flicks over your clit, groaning at the taste of his cum mixed with your arousal.

You grind against his face, setting the pace and forcing him to keep up with you. His tongue flicks over your clit before he dips into your cunt and you moan, starting to forgive him after his mistake. “You just could not help yourself, is that it? My cunt too tight for you to hold yourself back?”

He groans into your flesh, “domina.” His tongue curls as deep as it can go, pushing his nose against your clit, and he wishes he could touch you, squeeze your breast or grab your ass but all he can do is let you rock down onto him.

You ride his face, not caring if his cock is already hard against his belly again. You won't let him cum again this session since he had disobeyed your instructions. Now you throw your head back and moan, using his mouth for your own pleasure and having no issue with it.

Marcus loves how you grind down onto his face, making his cock twitch but he knows you won’t let him cum again. He already knows you will continue to punish him by creaming over his tongue then sending him away. The thought makes pre-cum leak from the purple head of his cock.

Your cunt is soaked with his saliva and from the slick he causes as his tongue laps inside you. He has thrown himself into the task, trying to absolve himself of his sin through his tongue. Turning ravenous as he groans into your folds and pleads for you to cum for him. You close your eyes, enjoying the scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin and whimper softly.

Marcus needs you to cum. He wants to feel it. He wants to hear it. He loves the way you grind down onto his face and he tilts his chin so you can get more friction while his nose presses against the clit while his tongue pushes deep.

“That’s it.” You moan, close to cumming now. “Use your tongue.” You close your eyes and pinch both your nipples before you cum with a cry of bliss. Feeling the wetness of your pleasure soaking his face as you grind down harder on his tongue to ride it out. “Fuck.”

Marcus eagerly laps up everything you give him, a groan vibrating through you as he enjoys the tang of your cum on his taste buds. His fingers flex with the need to touch you but he can't move so all he can do is lay and wait for you to move off of him.

You pull your cunt away and shift off of him. “You did well, this time.” You reach out and tap his cheek lightly. “Do not do it again.” You warn him.

Marcus nods, "yes, domina." He promises but he must admit that he didn't hate the punishment. He's still rock hard and aching but he knows he cannot touch himself without your permission.

You untie Marcus before you clean him up. Feeling his cock throb as you run the rag over him. “Go.” You dismiss him. “I have other things to attend to.”

He frowns at your dismissal but nods, shifting off the bed and he grabs his tunic, pulling it over his head. It tents as he slides his sandals on and reaches for his pouch to set the coins down on the table for you. “Thank you, domina.” He bows his head and makes his way out of your rooms, his cock thankfully softening before he’s back out on the streets.

****

You let a week go by without sending word to Marcus Acacius. He has sent servants with gifts and flowers, hoping to soften you to forgive him. You are not angry with him, but it is amusing to see the general slowly start to lose his patience.

Marcus grunts, swinging his sword at his opponent. Since you have neglected to invite him into your rooms, he has buried himself in training and he is getting tense. He needs a release and he hasn't touched himself since he left your rooms. He growls as he swings his sword and his opponent surrenders. "General, you are vicious. You are...wound up. Go fuck a whore or take a bath." His sparring partner demands and Marcus sniffs, rubbing his nose as he feels ready to pounce. He grunts and nods, setting his sword on the stand before he stalks out of the gardens, making his way to the brothel. He strides up to the madame and demands to see you. "She has not called for you." She tilts her head and Marcus hisses, "I do not care. Tell her I am here."

You were resting when there is a knock on your door. “I am not to be disturbed.” You remind whoever is beyond the door, your monthly flow making you unusually tired and the pains in your stomach only good for knowing that you were not carrying a child.

Marcus clenches his jaw when the Madame comes back to inform him that you are indisposed. “Does she have company?” He asks and the Madame sighs, “well no, but-” She doesn’t get to finish before Marcus is striding past her down the hall to your rooms. He opens your door and barges in, his chest heaving.

You shoot up from your comfortable position on the bed, frowning when you see an agitated Marcus in your doorway. “What are you doing here, General?” You demand. “I have not sent for you.”

“I cannot wait any longer. I haven’t heard from you for days. I- I need release.” He growls, pacing your room after the door slams behind him. He’s hard and aching but he won’t take what you won’t give him. He has never been that kind of man.

Your anger that he has burst into your room subsides slightly and you lean back, watching him prowl like a caged animal. He is a warrior and despite that, he has not approached you. “And why do you think that is?” You ask.

Marcus’s chest heaves, “because it’s been too fucking long and I- I have been training and I need to let out some of this - fuck!” He hisses, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead, “domina.” He murmurs, turning towards you with his head bowed, “please.”

You should turn him away. You should deny him. Or punish him, but his plea is stressed, his entire body is tense. A man who is pushed to the limits of his restraint. “I am bleeding.” You wince as you move, standing up from the bed. “That is why you have not been summoned. I have entertained no one.”

He feels a bit foolish now he knows the reason why you haven’t sent for him. “My apologies, domina.” He bows his head despite his shoulders being tense and he struggles to contain the pressure that’s built up inside him from a lack of release.

You can see his struggle. “I can offer you relief.” You like Marcus, even if he had broken the rules your last time together. “You can fuck me, even if I am bleeding.” You offer. “Or I can send for another one of the girls to have you fuck under my instruction.”

He shakes his head. He wants you and he voices that gruffly. You nod and he swallows, his throat dry as you shift towards him. “How can I have you, domina?” He asks softly, his hands still by his side.

“This one time, I will allow you to take me as you wish.” You decide. Your stomach is cramping and pleasure would ease the ache, although most men do not wish to fuck a woman who is bleeding. Perhaps because he has lived his life soaked in blood, he does not mind it.

Marcus’s cock twitches and he reaches for you, pulling you into his chest as he cups the back of your neck and presses his lips to yours. He’s hungry for you. He groans into your mouth, his tongue tangling against yours and his hands grip your ass, pulling you against his hardening cock.

This version of Marcus is aggressive, taking charge. You yield to him, letting him grind against you and pull you towards the bed. He’s impatient, you can tell that and one hand moves from your ass to start pulling off the loose robe you are wearing.

Marcus groans, sliding the robe off your shoulders, and he loves the exposed flesh, immediately leaning down to take your nipple into his mouth. He loves how sensitive you are as he bites down on the bud.

You cry out at the sharp pain. Your body is always more sensitive during your monthly bleeding. You don’t mind it though. “You seem to be eager, general.”

Marcus groans at the way you arch into his touch, pulling back so he can look at you. “I have missed your body. I have missed you.” He confesses, “domina, let me take you as you are.” He pleads, kissing up your chest to press kisses to your neck.

You are surprised by his confession, sure that you would never hear such a thing from a man like Marcus Acacius. Missing your attention, your body, but never just missing you. “Do with me what you want.” You assure him. “Just do not be too rough.”

He leans in to press his lips to yours again, guiding you back towards the bed to lay you down. His hands slide down your waist, squeezing your ass as he lifts you onto the bed. When you are spread out on the bed, blood between your thighs, he watches you with hungry eyes as he starts to strip off.

You don’t have any shame because of your blood, it is natural and it doesn’t take away from the way his cock is tenting his tunic until he rips it off. It is heavy, already leaking and you believe him when he says that he has not touched himself. “How will you take me?”

Marcus grunts, “on your back.” He demands and he grabs your ass, lowering you back onto the bed. He is eager for you, pressing his cock against your thigh as he kneels on the edge of the bed.

His fingers don't come between your thighs, but you don't expect it. He spits in his hand and smears it on his cock, pumping himself with a groan before he is notching his cock at your entrance. "Fuck me, general." You can't help but order him again, giving him permission to take what he needs from you just this once.

He groans as he starts to push into you. His eyes fluttering closed as he enjoys the feel of your walls gripping him. It’s so wet when your arousal combines with your blood and he clenches his jaw. He’s been so pent up, needing release only you can offer him. “So good, domina.” He groans as he opens his eyes to look at you.

You soak up the praise, knowing that he will be quick this time. Perhaps even needing more than one release before he is satisfied. The feeling of his cock inside you helps the ache already, making you moan softly.

Marcus groans, his fingers caressing your sides as he looms over you. His dark eyes narrow in concentration as he starts to rock into you, his hips pressing against your ass as he takes you without you being in charge of his pleasure.

You murmur your name, giving him permission to use it instead of domina this time. “Marcus.” You groan, closing your eyes and feeling him push deep.

He loves your name, moaning it as he grips your thighs, pushing them back towards your stomach and he looks down at his cock between your thighs. His length is bloody as he rocks in and out of you and he isn't bothered by the blood. He's seen gore beyond anyone's imagination on the battlefield. His hands slide up you cup your breasts, not squeezing, just liking the weight in his hands.

You are thankful that he doesn’t squeeze your tits, they are always sore when you are bleeding, although the feeling of his hands on them makes you moan. “Your cock-“ you pant. “It feels so good.” The normal relationship has been put aside for now, so you can praise him how you wish.

He groans at the praise, cock twitching inside you as he pushes deep. The linen sheets beneath you are ruined with blood but he doesn’t care as he pushes into you over and over. He leans down to press his lips to yours, shifting to support his weight on his forearms so he can slide his tongue into your mouth.

This is the first kiss you’ve shared during sex. It’s surprisingly passionate, gentle as his tongue moves against yours and he tastes the wine you had to ease your cramps. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and anchor yourself to him.

He isn’t as rough as he thought he would be, considering how pent up he’s been, and he slides his tongue against yours, rocking into you and loving the way you cling to him. It’s not emotional but it’s not without weight. He groans and kisses along your jaw, “so fucking hot.” He hisses when your walls clench around his bloodied length.

You chuckle softly. "You are just happy to have a cunt to use." You tease, even though he could have taken another to bed with your permission and still he chose you. "What do you do when you are at camp?" You demand. "What will you do when my attention is not an option?"

Marcus sighs, “I haven’t really thought about it. I do not wish to return to war but I have no choice. The emperors demand it of me.” He admits as he slows his pace. “Unless you come with me.” He suggests between kisses he places on your neck.

Your eyes widen when he voices that. Leave Rome? Become a camp whore for the men? Or would he want you for himself? You choke out a sound of surprise.

“I want you to be my mistress.” He confirms, “you will be protected as mine. I want you to be with me during my battles.” He declares against your skin.

A mistress. Many men had begged you to become their mistress. Promising you elevated status and riches beyond what you could imagine. Marcus is not promising you any of those things. He is greedy. Wanting you with him to see to his needs while he battles for Rome. To be the comfort he craves when he is away from the excess of the capital. You stroke his back and groan. "You would have me lounge in your tent until you return to fuck me as you wish?"

“I would wish for you to remain in my tent and wait for me to return from battle before you took control of me, allowing me to forget the battle, forget anything but the feel of your touch as you control my pleasure.” He confesses, his hand sliding down to your thigh, squeezing it after he shifts his weight onto one elbow.

So you would still be in control over him. The idea is intriguing and you hum before you feel him lift your leg onto his hip. "I would make you forget everything. Every swing of your blade or scream of pain." You promise softly.

He groans, pulling out of you. Blood straining his cock as he shifts to lay down on the bed and he grabs your hips to pull you onto his lap. “I want you to ride me. I want you to give yourself pleasure from my cock.”

You know that you shouldn't. You should make him do all the work, but you enjoy riding. It's easy to slip him back inside your cunt and you moan softly. "I am surprised that you have not cum already." You tease, smirking before you pinch his nipple.

He groans, “need you to tell me when I can fill you up. I love it when you control my pleasure.” He confesses, his hands reaching for your waist to caress your skin.

You smirk and lean down to kiss him, biting his bottom lip when you pull away and he twitches violently inside you. Making him groan your name in a plea to have mercy on him. "The general will be moaning in surrender a lot then." You promise, grinding down on his length and enjoying the way he chases away the ache that comes with your bleeding.

You grind down and his chest heaves as he watches you. His hands sliding down to caress your thighs, enjoying the way you rock on top of him. He’s happy he can touch you, watch you as you work yourself closer to your peak.

You lose yourself in the sensation, leaning back and closing your eyes as you bounce on his cock. Despite you taking no clients during your bleeding, you enjoy sex like this. Finding it refreshing that he is not disturbed by your body's natural flow. "Fuck, Marcus." You whine, leading down and pressing your lips to his again. "So close."

Marcus groans into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands find your ass. He squeezes the flesh and helps you rock a little harder on top of him. “Cum for me, puella.” He demands, wanting to feel you clamp down on his cock.

You bite his chin and grind down harder on his cock, a few more rolls of your hips throws you over the edge. Making you cry out in pleasure. “Marcus!” You clench down around him and shake.

He groans as you rock down onto him, squeezing him in your walls. “Fuck, you’re - shit - you’re going to make me cum.” He admits, it’s been too long since he had a release and he’s throbbing when you gush around his length.

You stop moving and he huffs but he does not say anything. “Fuck me.” You order, and you drag him down with you as you fall back onto the bed. “Show me how you would fuck me if I were just another whore.”

He grunts as he adjusts his weight over you and he starts to move inside you. His hips hit your ass as he pushes your thighs back towards your stomach and he groans as he starts to fuck you hard and fast.

Your stomach heaves as you try to breathe, your fingers twisting in the sheets as you whimper. He’s good at fucking you, his hips pushing in desperation. “Fuck, that’s good. Cum for me. Fill me up.”

Marcus can't hold back any longer. He hisses as he pushes deep, a loud groan of your name escaping his lips as he pulses, painting your walls with his hot seed.

He drops his head to your chest and you him, stroking his back as he fills you with hot ropes of cum. Letting him ride out his pleasure and enjoying the way that he trembles over you. It’s rare you let a client fuck you this way and it had been good.

He kisses along your jaw, enjoying the way you feel around him while his cock twitches as he rides his high. He sighs, "you are incredible."

You smile, relaxing into the bed. “That is all part of my appeal.” You remind him, although you are a bit more gentle with him, reaching up and running your fingers through his curls.

He smiles against your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he shifts to pull out of you. He looks down at the mess between your legs and the crumpled linen, "we made a mess." He chuckles and you snort, "You mean you did." He shrugs, unable to feel bad for that but he shifts off the bed, making his way over to the water bowl to wet the rag so he can clean you up.

It’s rare that you let a man care for you, but this time, you let Marcus clean you up. “The sheets are ruined.” Marcus hums, the blood streaked on the linens. “They will be changed.” You wave away the sentiment. “They are ones that I always use when I bleed.”

Marcus nods, knowing you are in control again. This is your room and so he picks up his tunic, ready to be sent on his way after he’s paid his coin. “I am leaving in three days time. The emperors’ wish for me to conquer more lands in their name. That’s why - why I was so pent up.” He confesses and he’s loath to leave Rome so soon when he longs to stay and relax, lose himself in you.

You bite your lip and move to the edge of the bed, still naked and you watch as he dresses. “Did you give me an honest offer?” You ask quietly, not as composed as you might appear. “About joining you as your mistress?”

Marcus turns to look at you once he’s dressed and he nods, “yes. You’d be mine and only mine. You’d want for nothing. I just…I cannot return to the battlefield without something…someone to give me hope, to motivate me to return.”

You look around the rooms that you have called home for many years. Weighing your options seriously before you look back at him. “I accept.”

His eyes widen before a surprised smile appears on his face, certain that you were going to say no. He surges forward and cups your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours. “You shall want for nothing.” He promises, “I’ll come find you in three days' time. I have much to prepare for my absence in Rome.” He informs you, “prepare yourself and be ready, amor.”

His stride is sure and proud as he walks out of your rooms, the confident gait of a man who has tasks to accomplish. You will be ready for him in three days time as he wishes, packed and will travel around the world with him and his army. He is important to Rome and her emperors, and you will make sure that he is well rested and prepared for battle.

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