<strong>Dominus Manius, examining his guests in the Ludus Villa, inner courtyard</strong><br/><br/>He rested his broad arms against the back of where her fine body resided, resting upon his great chair resembling a throne. His fingers idly traced through her rich locks of hair, mouth often venturing teasingly close to her ear, warm breath fanning across her cheek. The sense of her arousal was common towards the Dominus, powerful and seeming to throb in the air in time with her wee hole that acted as the warmest sheath for his shaft. His lips turned in satisfaction at her quiet sigh to his stealing of her fruits, and let his canines become exposed with his grin before he turned his attention to the guest with a look that became far more reserved. His authority and dominance caused him to be fairly dismissive of faux pas he made in public, seemingly above such as a king who would do as he pleased regardless of loyal subjects.<br/><br/>His woman turned her face to tenderly press her forehead to his and the beast closed his eyes in appreciation of the act, tempted very much to slant his mouth across her full rosy lips gingerly. Instead he cupped his cheek in his large hand and grazed his thumb there gently. He inclined his head to the slave who swiftly dropped the garments of the Gladiator. The master was no fool, he knew that no matter his wife’s lust and adoration of him that could not douse the bodily desires. Aye, the Gods had proven it in his own cravings for women. When he witnessed plump breasts revealed to his gaze... or a soft mound with the faint dusting of hair, his tongue became dry and eager for a certain nectar that could only be found betwixt a woman’s thighs. And the flavour was ever different... he savoured many like a fine wine, tasting the varieties and textures.<br/><br/>He watched Viviana’s breasts when they rose when she inhaled, the sight of the gladiator appreciated by her no doubt. A lethal darkness flashed in his eyes briefly though he was abrupt to push it aside. “Aye, he has indeed, Love.” He replied, nodding almost thoughtfully. Manius thought a foolish grin at her chiding glance towards him, knowing his inappropriate tongue was without remorse in most matters. ‘Twas his Ludus, he would do as he pleased and he somewhat enjoyed toying with the ignorant cowards who ever approached him. Had they ever experienced battle, blood, loss? Nay.<br/><br/>He waved his hand dismissively before following his wife’s lead and inkling his head apologetically, lips turning at her quick wit. “Indeed, I trust you comprehend I meant no insult.” He agreed, where he resided beside his wife. The feel of her hand curling around his inner thigh made him stiffen. His hand placed atop hers as he began to harden whilst delicate, wicked fingers ran over the muscle so close to his well endowed shaft.<br/>