Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
His words sent a wrenching, conflicting surge of pride and mortification through me. I whimpered around his thick shaft, torn between wanting to please him and hating myself for that very desire.
As he thrust faster, I sensed a change in his rhythm. His breathing grew heavier, and his grip on my hair tightened. I realized with a mix of relief and triumph that he must be getting close to his orgasm.
At least I would succeed in making him come. Perhaps that would prove my value, my willingness to cooperate. Maybe it would help protect Camille and me from whatever torments the Pretorian Guard might have in store for us.
Just as I braced myself to receive his release and swallow it obediently, Marmareus suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth. I gasped, blinking up at him in confusion as he stepped back. To my dismay, I heard myself let out a pathetic whimper as I watched him tuck his still-hard penis back into his trousers.
“Please,” I whispered, hardly believing the neediness in my own voice. “I… I can finish you. Let me make you come.”
Marmareus regarded me coolly, his dark eyes inscrutable. “You haven’t earned the gift of my seed in your body yet,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. “I’m certain you’re not being entirely truthful with me, Mary.”
My heart pounded in my chest, but I felt sure that Marmareus didn’t really mean it. I could see that his instincts had told him that something didn’t add up, but also that he didn’t know what it was. I had to press my advantage, to keep him off balance.
“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse from the rough treatment my throat had received. “I’ll do anything. Just… just fuck me. Use me however you want.”
I spread my legs wider, offering myself to him shamelessly. “You can have my pussy,” I whispered, hardly believing how easy it was to say it, and how thoroughly I meant it despite my shame. “Or… or my ass. Whatever you want, Leo.”
Marmareus’ expression remained impassive. “Show me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Show me where you think you should be fucked, Columba.”
My brow furrowed as I tried to figure out what the last word Marmareus had said meant, or even what the word was. Columba? Like… Columbus? Columbia? Or… like French, and maybe like Latin… colombe? Dove?
I blinked at him, watching him assess my reaction. I realized that too much curiosity might give something away. Had he meant to say that, as some kind of a test? Had it slipped out?
“I gave you an order,” Marmareus growled. “You will learn to obey me at least as thoroughly as you obeyed your last master.”
I swallowed very hard. In his voice I could hear, somehow, the terrible way he punished disobedience: the whips that must be close to hand and the merciless way Marmareus would wield them.
I tried to remember the last command he had given, the one that had ended with the strange word, columba. My face burned as it sprang back into my mind: Show me where you think you should be fucked.
My face burning hot, I turned around and bent my cheek to the stone floor. My heart pounded as I reached back with trembling hands to spread the halves of my bottom, exposing the tiny hole of my anus to Marmareus’ gaze. The cool air of the cell against the cringing, exposed bud made me shiver, and I felt my face flame even hotter with shame.
I could feel Marmareus’ eyes on me, examining my most private place. The silence in the room felt oppressive, broken only by my ragged breathing. My muscles trembled with the effort of holding the humiliating position, and I fought the urge to squeeze my eyes shut against the mortification.
“Well,” Marmareus said after what felt like an eternity, his voice dry and sardonic, “at least you’re correct about where you should be fucked. In the Guard, we call it the act of civilization. You still haven’t earned it, though.”
I whimpered softly at his words, a confusing mix of relief and disappointment washing over me, even as I tried to understand this latest, strangest thing my captor had said. Part of me had hoped he would take me up on my offer, would use me roughly and fill me with his seed. The idea that the Pretorian Guard had a special name for anal sex, and that it involved civilization made that perverse desire burn all the hotter.
I felt sure Sven needed to know about that, given that the Sons of Odin had dedicated themselves to saving civilization. Hadn’t my master said that the Pretorian Guard claimed to believe in the necessity of that, but only as a cover for their insidious hunger for power? This little revelation, though, about the act of civilization… something in the way Leo Marmareus had said it sounded so much like what I had heard among the Sons of Odin that it gave me pause. Did the Guard, their enemies, truly have a similar mission?