Passions of New Pompeii (16 page)

The new house slave knelt between his thighs
obediently sucking his cock. She was young and thin, with small
breasts and long dark hair. What she lacked in skill, she made up
for in eagerness. He’d been afraid she was a virgin—that he’d have
to coax and cajole her. Instead, she’d met his suggestions with
sultry smiles and brash enthusiasm.

In less than two hours he would know the
identity of his spy! He had been so sure it was Laetif and Quade
until his plans had been thwarted while she was beyond the barrier.
Not even his clever wife could monitor what went on in his city
while she was on the outside.

He dragged the slave off his cock and
motioned for her to turn around. Without argument or hesitation,
she turned and knelt before him, ass in the air. And what an ass it
was, tight and smooth, so inviting.

Kneeling behind her, he pushed his cock into
her pussy, enjoying the rippling heat while he lubricated his
shaft.

“Sir, I hate to interrupt, but…”

“What is it?” He didn’t pull out of the
slave. Instead, he began a fast, focused rhythm that would quickly
empty his balls.

“There has been a raid on the temple.”

His concentration shattered and he withdrew
with a muttered curse. “We will finish this later.” He slapped her
ass as he stood and adjusted his tunic. “No one else fucks you
until I’m done with you.”

“Yes,
dominus
.”

He strode into the corridor, all thoughts of
pleasure forgotten. “Did they get the girls?”

“Yes sir. No one was killed, but—”

“Doesn’t sound like they fought very hard
then, does it? Damn it! I thought we had this under control.” He
paused in the villa long enough to assure himself Laetif was in bed
with her lover-guard. She looked up and glared at him when he
opened the privacy curtain, so he didn’t bother with
conversation.

He stomped to the back of the villa and
scanned open the gate leading to the
ludus
. “This wasn’t how
I planned it, but it will work just as well. The cowardly spy can’t
be in two places at once. The raid just happened, didn’t it?”

“Yes sir. There is no way the involved party
could have returned.”

Mikko rushed to Max’s cubicle, relieved to
find the trainer snoozing on his cot. Max was a trusted member of
his staff. His loss would have been truly upsetting. “Assemble the
men. We have a traitor in our midst!”

Max shot him a confused glance but didn’t
question the order. His voice rang out through the
ludus
,
calling the gladiators to the training field. One of the Fedoran
guards unlocked the barracks and the gladiators rushed out, most of
them not bothering to dress.

Hostility churned inside him as he scanned
the line. Mikko tried not to draw a quick conclusion, but only one
man was missing. “Where is Theos?”

“With Doctor Thrax,” Max reminded. “He was
heavily sedated and could not return.”

He turned on Max, fists planted on his hips.
“Are you sure Theos was sick? Did our
medicus
examine him
before you dragged him down the hill?”

“He thrashed about like a madman and his skin
was hot to the touch,” Max defended.

“He looked bad,
dominus
,” Sextus said.
“I saw him too.”

“Well, I think it’s time to pay Doctor Thrax
a visit and see how our patient is doing.” Max didn’t argue with
the plan, but it was obvious he was uncomfortable. “Is there
anything I should know? If I find out any of you were involved in
what happened tonight, there will be grave consequences.”

“I just can’t believe Theos would betray
you.” Max sounded sincere and looked confounded.

“Everyone back to bed!” Mikko gathered his
guards and headed down the hill, knowing full-well he would not
find Theos at the clinic.

“Am I boring you?” Despite her playful smile,
there was an edge to Naloni’s tone.

“Of course not,” Elaina assured. “Theos is
just fascinated by everything. It’s hard not to share his
enthusiasm.” The gladiator in question stood in front of a massive
window watching the ships with obvious awe.

They were in a private lounge in the
spaceport waiting for a “friend of a friend” who would take them to
Outpost Seven on Racine Colony. According to Naloni, Outpost Seven
was one of the nicer settlements. It was also among the largest,
which would make it easier for them to assume their new
identities.

“This will be temporary,” Naloni stressed.
“Think of it as a vacation. I’ve arranged for documentation crews
to be at the festival on Friday. Once they’ve gathered the evidence
I need, it will force Father to get off his ass and confront
Tarhee. Once Tarhee and Mikko are in custody, I’ll send word to
you.”

“None of this would bother me if it weren’t
for Fez.” Elaina shivered as his precious face appeared within her
mind. “I hate that he won’t know I’m all right, and I’m terrified
that they will find a way to use him against me.”

“Nothing will happen to Fez. I’ll tell Father
the boy could be in danger before I begin. Father loves that kid.
There is no way he’ll allow anyone to harm him. Fez is safe, and so
are you.”

She managed a weak smile and hugged Naloni.
“I left the hardest part for you. That doesn’t seem fair.”

Naloni chuckled. “I have a few more resources
at my disposal than you do. Besides, I love a good challenge.”

“Thanks for all of this. There’s no way we
could have done it without you.”

“If you really want to show your
appreciation, then enjoy every minute of this time together.”

“As if it were our last?” Theos suggested
from across the room.

“Not even close,” Naloni shook her head,
reinforcing her disagreement. “None of us is going to think about
endings. You two are going to love each other so well and so long
that it makes the rest of us nauseous!”

“A far better goal,” Theos agreed.

Not wanting to draw attention to the
unimportant though wealthy couple, Naloni departed a few minutes
later. A young man arrived twenty minutes after that asking for
“Mr. and Mrs. Tyndale”. Theos acknowledged the man with a stiff nod
and Elaina fought back a smile. The inherent disdain of the
ultra-wealthy came rather naturally to Theos. It would work to
their advantage if no one questioned his directives or expected him
to explain his requests.

The luxurious cabin cruiser kicked Theos’
fascination into overdrive. They were escorted to their cabin and
the amenities were explained then the young man left them to their
own devices.

“I thought your friend said she had arranged
‘modest accommodations’.” Theos turned in a slow circle, taking in
every luxurious detail of the room they would share for the next
two days. From the highly polished teak accents to the mirrored
inset cabinets, the cabin really was beautiful.

“In Naloni’s world, these are modest
accommodations. You should see Olla Palace. It’s obscene.” Elaina
crossed to the closet and pulled open both doors. “As promised, we
both have a new wardrobe. My measurements were on file. Let’s see
how she did with yours.” She pulled an elegant suit off the rack
and brought it to Theos. “Try it on.”

“Are you sure this is not a clever trick
designed to get me naked?” His dark eyes gleamed with awareness and
the first sparks of desire.

“After I see you in the suit, I’ll enjoy
stripping it off, piece by piece.”

“With your teeth?”

She laughed. “If you like.”

Not having expected additional passengers,
Caleb did the best he could to provide them with Fedoran clothes.
Theos wore a pair of uniform pants that pulled across the thighs
and a t-shirt that outlined every muscle. Elaina enjoyed the
formfitting garments, but it would be harder to convince anyone
they were part of the idle élite with Theos’ physique on
display.

He pulled the t-shirt off over his head then
bent to tug off his boots. The muscles in his shoulders and back
rippled and flexed, making her fingers itch. Maybe it didn’t matter
if the clothes fit. Maybe she should simply keep him naked for the
rest of his life. A guilty smile parted her lips as he shed his
pants. He was already hard, obviously aware of her bold
scrutiny.

She pulled the new pants off the hanger and
handed them to him. The garment fit perfectly, outlining his lean
hips and tight, round ass. “Naloni must have captured your
measurements during a recent bout. No one can guess that well.” He
pulled the jacket on without bothering with a shirt and the fit
confirmed her hypothesis. Even with a wide section of his chest
bare, the perfectly tailored suit accentuated his nobility. “Very
nice.”

With deliberate slowness, he shrugged off the
jacket and handed it back to her. “If that is settled, Mrs.
Tyndale, I would like to fuck my wife.”

The growl in his tone made her smile. “What
if your wife isn’t ready to be fucked?”

“Then I will kiss her until she rubs her
breasts against my chest.” He caught her wrist and pulled her
toward him, his gaze locked with hers. “Then I will suck her pretty
pink nipples until she shivers and moans.”

She licked her lips, anticipating what he
described and more. “And then what?”

“I will bury my face between her thighs and
slowly lick her pussy. Then I will suck on her clit and fuck her
with my tongue.”

Her body heated and melted, preparing itself
for his. “Will you let her come with your tongue deep inside her,
or will you make her wait for your cock?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

His arms wrapped around her and he swooped in
for a deep, devouring kiss. She parted her lips and offered her
mouth to the warm thrust of his tongue. So good, she would never
tire of these feelings, of his taste and the warmth of his
breath.

His hands pushed her shirt up, forcing their
lips apart while he quickly rid her of the garment. With a
determined yank, she brought his mouth back to hers and kicked off
her shoes. Neither of them could stop kissing long enough to
undress, so they fumbled along as best they could while doing both.
He tugged on the drawstring at her waist then she brushed his hands
aside and unknotted the laces. With a hurried wiggle, she shed the
pants and kicked them aside.

Panting harshly, he stepped back to admire
her body. His gaze moved boldly over her curves as he took off the
rest of his clothes. “I want your mouth on my cock, but I am
desperate for your taste in my mouth.”

A wicked smile bowed her lips. “Will you let
me come as often as I want if I can show you a way we can do
both?”

His brows knitted for a moment then he
agreed. “Demonstrate.”

“It works best if you’re on the bottom, but
it can be done with you on top.”

“I do not understand.”

“Lie down on your back on the bed. Your head
needs to be about three feet from the headboard.”

He crawled onto the bed and stretched out on
his back. “Like this?”

“Scoot down just a bit more.” He did, and
excitement bubbled within her. Sharing new things with Theos was
almost as much fun as experiencing them for the first time herself.
She knelt at his side and kissed a line from the base of his throat
to his navel. His cock bucked, obviously eager for the promised
attention.

Careful not to knee him in the face, she
swung her leg over and straddled his head. His hands moved
immediately to her hips as she arched over his body. “I like this
position,” he murmured against her folds then his mouth went to
work on her slit.

“I thought you would.” She guided his cock to
her mouth and sucked him inside.

It began as a slow, sensual dance. Her mouth
slid up and down his shaft as her tongue swirled over and against
his tip. He licked and sucked her pussy, paying special attention
to her swollen clit. She used moans and shivers to express what
pleased her most and let his pleasure prolong her own.

Suddenly he rolled, taking her with him. He
supported his weight on his elbows and knees, but the dynamic of
the embrace changed drastically. He was in control now, commanding
her pleasure as he took his own. His cock slid with the rocking of
his hips instead of the bobbing of her head. Tucking her knees
beneath his arms, he kept her open and accessible to his pillaging
tongue.

“I like the top better.”

Of course he did. He couldn’t help it.
Dominating her was instinctive for him, as natural as desire
itself. She was pinned beneath him and yet she felt completely
secure. He had trusted her with his life, stepped through the
barrier without hesitation. Now she would offer her surrender as
unconditionally.

She kept her lips tight and sucked firmly on
the plush head of his cock. His mouth was every bit as demanding.
He traced her slit and sucked on her folds, occasionally swiping
his tongue across her clit, but not yet ready to let her come.

“Use your finger.” He pulled up, momentarily
freeing her mouth. “Get it good and wet and…you know what to
do.”

She chuckled as she wet her finger. “You want
this sliding in your ass?” Why could he request the stimulation,
but he couldn’t bring himself to say it?

“Yes.” He sank back into her mouth, his
movements slow and distracted.

Parting his cheeks with the heels of her
hands, she positioned her dampened finger and matched his next
inward stroke. He drove into her mouth and she pushed into his ass,
synchronized, in perfect unison. He groaned, his anus tightening
spasmodically.

Then his mouth returned to her pussy with
renewed purpose. He carefully sucked on her clit then thrust his
tongue into her core. Back and forth, back and forth, a dizzying
teeter-totter of sensations. She came suddenly, crying out around
his cock. The pleasure was so sharp and unexpected that she was
unable to take him with her. When the last spasm faded, she slowly
drew her finger out and waited to see what he’d do next.