Her nipples responded to his touch, nature doing its work there at least as the soft, delicate flesh drew tight and hardened to pink pebbles, slightly darkened as his pinching and nibbling coaxed forth the blood inside her breasts.<br/><br/>"Would you not find more pleasure in breaking free of Rome's shackles?" she asked, ehr voice pitched low and harsh. No longer did she watch him, her head lowering to the hard floor, and blue gaze freezing the dark ceiling above them.<br/><br/>Her body gave as little response to his touch as she could rightly manage; though the hands of a man were previously unknown between her thighs, she had felt the bite of a blade in her skin - the touch of fingers upon her sex did not make her squirm.