While her husband is absent on a military campaign, Claudia is convinced by her friend to make use of a gladiator so that she might have a child, and her husband an heir.
But although she is a Roman woman and Titus is a slave gladiator, before him she finds herself on her knees, desperate for his seed, and willing and eager to be taken as wishes.
Warning: This is an erotic short story of over 4000 words that contains graphic descriptions of sex, breeding and submission.
Excerpt:
She swallowed, suddenly nervous. She was a free woman and this was a slave, and yet before him she felt an unfamiliar urge, one that she did not understand and was afraid of examining too closely. He towered over her, strong and powerful. If he wanted to, he was capable of harming her, even killing her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
She reached out to touch his chest, determined not to show her fear, or her thoughts. His skin was smooth and oiled, marvellously soft over his hard muscles. He was still beneath her touch, and as he looked down at her, his eyes dark, she realised what she wanted.
"Tell me, Titus, have you been in the arena often?"
"Many times." This close she could feel his hot breath against her skin.
"And do you win?"
"I always win." Pride again.
She looked up, meeting his gaze. "Your dominus rewards you when you win, yes? With coin and wine andwomen?"
Titus nodded.
"I want you to forget I am a Roman, Titus." She licked her lips. "Tonight I want you take me as you would one of the slave woman that your dominus rewards you with."
The corner of his lips quirked up, and Claudia's heart hammered inside her chest. For an instant she wondered if she had said enough, or too much.
But then his lips were on hers, hard and demanding, kissing her with a skill and mastery she had never imagined possible.