Slave of Rome, The Emperor's Obsession. Book Two by Alex Carlsbad Read Free Book Online Page A

who took it upon herself to silently hand-feed her all the remaining pieces from the plate, Myra didn't know. She stood mesmerized, the experience of being fed like a small child — a decadence beyond compare. At one point the slave stopped and retrieved a goblet of wine that she offered and Myra drank down gratefully.
    "What is your name?" Myra asked.  
    "Sana," the young woman replied.  
    "I'm Myra," she said.
    Myra didn't know how or why but she found it impossible to tear her eyes away from the woman's deep brown irises. Her eyes were so large and deep, she felt she might soon get lost in them. The woman’s raw sensuality kept tugging on Myra’s subconscious, the acute knowledge of its sinfulness only doubling and tripling her desire. Myra had never felt so embarrassed of herself. Something new, something odd and disturbing was coursing through her body. Sana's figure was perfect in her eyes, and yes, she now understood she wanted her, the same way she had wanted Silvanus her husband. Her own emotions scared Myra and petrified her. The slave had finished feeding her and by now had put away the plates and come back to stand by her. Myra felt she was being scrutinized, the slave’s eyes roaming over her body causing Myra to quiver in response. She was so near Myra could sense her, feel her, taste her scent on her tongue. Her heart pounded in her chest as she came to the realization that she wanted to kiss her.
    Then the most remarkable thing happened, Sana bent forward, her eyes acquiring a dreamy look and she sheepishly smiled and kissed Myra's neck making little pecks with her soft and hot pouty lips.  
    "You taste like an empress, milady," Sana said as her hands went around Myra’s waist clasping each other at the   small of her back.  
    "Don’t," whispered Myra, her voice raspy and low.
    "Milady, the man that just left, he will not be coming back," Myra felt the woman’s eyes caress her body. It was as if she knew of her pent up tension, her desire. But I have a husband — Silvanus, it is for him I am here, allowing myself to be trained, to be handled by Josephus, to serve the emperor, for my family, not for me, this lust is wrong, sinful, unwanted…
    Gently, slowly, Myra turned around, leaning back, feeling Sana's large nipples dig into her back. She took the woman's larger hands and guided them up to where her body wanted them to go.
    Oh Saturn, oh Jupiter, help me be strong, help me resist this temptation, this sin…
    But what is there to lose?  
    Where did that thought come from? What impish creature had breathed it into her mind?
    Who would know; you deserve some pleasure…
    I would know, and I’d never forget, not if I allow myself to feel the joy.
    But you did like it, you did enjoy being with Josephus only hours ago. Let yourself go, release your restraints!
    Shut up, voice, go away! Unggghhhh…
    Sana was still kissing her neck, a trail of soft pecks nibbling her way up to her earlobe. Breathing into it she said: "You are truly beautiful, milady." Sana's hands cupped Myra’s breasts stroking them lightly, massaging and clasping them into her forefingers which she then rolled.
    Myra sighed shallowly, one breath after the next, her excitement growing immeasurably with every twirl of Sana's expert fingers. She turned, anxious and apprehensive, tears forming in her eyes.
    "Shhh...," the black woman whispered, the sound of her voice barely audible above Myra's own heartbeat. "You’ll like it, I promise…"
    Myra turned to face her. Sana took Myra's face in her hands and making deliberate eye contact she led her lips down until they brushed ever so gently with Myra’s. And then their tongues met and they kissed passionately. Their mouths seeking out each other, breaking for an instant, then delving in again, lips kissing, mouths and tongues seeking, finding and sucking in pure joy. Time slowed down and then stopped.
    Myra found that even though her body was moving, grasping, panting in feverish