<strong>Dominus Manius; Frustration Rising Further<br/>Villa Inner Courtyard,</strong><br/><br/>His control was nearing its end with his woman, oh so eager for the silken warmth of her body to surround his yet she tormented him with a disobedience very unwise. Of all women, Valeria understood how brutal Manius could become when his sexual needs were not seen to, particularly within the bedroom. Though he had never struck out at his woman for her fiery nature, he had left her bruised and aching with satisfaction when through with her many a time.<br/><br/>As she arched her pelvis against his fierce arousal once more, the Dominus' lip twitched animally as he resisted dominating her against the hard marble ground before slaves and any guests who wished to witness it. Her coy, near mocking nature often fired his amusement at the haughty female he had wed, though at times it pushed a boundary which she adored testing, seeming to thrill in his anger, finding the adrenaline in teasing a beast into a frenzy.<br/><br/>The male's hands rested upon the edge of his throne chair as she departed, gaze following the sway of her hips hungrily. Knuckles meant to meet flesh in battle drifted down his strong jaw in appreciation of her fine bodice, before his piercing eyes flickered towards the nearest slave. With a jolt of his chin she scurried closer until the soldier was rising from his seat and striding from the room with his lethal lope, expecting her to follow and that she did, her Dominus' command clear. His frustration was high, and part of him had doubt that Valeria had resisted his command of returning to their chambers. With a tight jaw, he eased his rage by the notion that she would have her due punishment that night when they lay in bed together. Manius approached one of his many chambers, vast and rich, leaving the lights dimmed to cloak him in the darkness he preferred so.<br/><br/>'Twas little time before the beast had settled casually upon a plush chaise-lounge. One knee lifted, his foot resting upon the cushions so that his thighs were spread, the other placed upon the cool marble flooring. The dark haired female had followed, head still bowed, her flimsy robes soon to be removed by a mere inclination of his head. "Wine." He commanded in a thick brogue enhanced by his arousal. His ravaging gaze followed the curves of her body, plump breasts and delicious dips and valleys. Already she had began to remove her garments until she stood bare before him. Tilting his head predatorily, he took the glass she offered him and rested his arms back over the settee absently. A click of his fingers had the slave's knees touching the chilling ground as she stared at the threateningly large bulge in his garments. Steady, skillful fingers began to remove the material covering him and Manius watched with a lack of emotion upon his features. He shifted his hips forwards slightly for her better access and watched as she removed the hard rod from its resting place. The steel encased in velvet stretched up his rippling abdomen and twitched faintly, the smooth skin warm and ready for her touch... Her soft palms rested against his inner thighs, one cupping his heavy balls as she knew he enjoyed from experience. He need not request anything, for she knew from the first time he had used her to slake his lusts... Full rosy lips came upon his tip, tentatively suckling before she began to bob her head. Manius ran his curious fingers through her dark locks, forcing her to take his shaft deeper into her throat, staring down at her... expressionless even as his breathing became more laboured.