<strong>Show me a champion.</strong><br/><br/><em>Really? Was she goading him again? Or encouraging him?  She was clearly highly aroused and so now was he, so it did not really matter in the long run. </em>Patrocles smiled, taking in her nearly perfect body standing against the wall, her glistening pussy thrust back at him.  It was too good not to take up her challenge.<br/><br/>Striding purposefully across the room Patrocles closed the gap quickly, reaching out with his powerful arms. He grabbed Caris roughly, pulling her back from the wall, one hand closed on her breast, kneading it sharply, while his other arm closed over her throat, pulling her back against his chest. He immediately noticed that her nipples were diamond hard already with arousal, and he thought back to his treatment of this same nipple only hours ago, and pinched harder in order to illicit a small cry of pain and pleasure from her lips.<br/><br/>You want to know a champion?  Want to feel me inside you, fucking you, making you scream with pleasure?  You better not be playing false with me you little bitch.  I know how badly you want this; I can smell it on you.  You want to know what it is to have the cock of a champion gladiator split you and drive into you until you can no longer stand the orgasms… I know.  Don’t think I have not seen you lurking in the shadows, watching on the nights when I have been so summoned to please our mistress.  I admit, I have wanted this too for some time, so if I find that you play me false you will not live to regret it.  Now, with that said, I shall show you what a champion is capable of.<br/><br/>Removing the arm from her throat he pushes her shoulder away from him, while still pinching her sore nipple, rolling it around in his fingers.  As he pushes her back towards the wall he bends her over, back into the same position she had offered him before.  Taking his free hand and gripping the thick base of his shaft he guided the head to her silky folds.  Feeling that her womanhood was already sopping with her own juices he felt no need to prepare her for anything and as soon as he felt the head of his hard cock enter her he slammed himself into her, bottoming out deep inside her with a loud grunt.<em>Gods above and below she is tight</em>he thought as her wetness enveloped him like liquid fire.  He released her sore breast, running his hand up her side and intertwining his fingers into her hair, pulling slightly but not enough to pull her head around.  The left hand, which rested on her upturned ass reached around to continue the ministrations of her breasts that he left now abandoned.  Her other breast was equally sensitive and her nipples protruded from her stiffly.  He pinched her, rolled the nipple in his fingers, and thrust himself into her pussy with a fierceness that betrayed his deeper lusts.  He was determined to hammer her body until he broke her if that was what it took to get her to see him in a new light... to force her overall submission.  He had been with Domina too many times for him to count, but never did he want another woman as badly as he did right now.  He would have his pleasure, but not until she rode as many orgasms as he could rip from her… not until she begged for him to cum for her.<br/>