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Chapter Three

“Guard,” I called out, catching the attention of the closest
one. Scowling, he came forward and I indicated I wished to enter the stall. He
merely nodded and unlocked the door. I supposed it wasn’t uncommon for a lone
woman to stroll into the bowels of the amphitheater and ask to be left alone
with a giant gladiator. Perhaps he thought the masculine beast was my property?

I entered within and heard the guard stomp his booted feet
impatiently. “Leave us,” I said, my eyes never straying from my quarry. The
door swung shut, banging against its hinges, and a click of the lock sounded,
indicating I was locked inside. My body gave an involuntary shiver—of fear or
excitement, I wasn’t certain. Both perhaps? The guard’s footsteps echoed down
the passageway, letting me know I was truly alone with a man who could snap me
in two with his bare hands. Alas, the giant still lay quiet, either unaware of
my presence or not concerned.

My gaze skimmed about the enclosure and soaked in the bare
bones of humanitarian comforts. Animals in my time, and even well before,
enjoyed better comfort than what this man and others like him endured now. If
this was how they treated their champions, I could only imagine how lower-class
slaves fared.

The gladiator was mostly bare, revealing a massive,
sun-bronzed chest. His sandy-blond hair lay about his wide shoulders. His legs
stretched out long. Only his hips were covered by what looked to be a leather
miniskirt.

He was sexy as hell.

As I stood there staring at him, it occurred to me he might
be sleeping and not merely resting. Perhaps he wouldn’t be up for what I had in
mind? Then again, I’d never heard of a man who was too tired to fuck. I cleared
my throat, hoping to get his attention. When that didn’t work I leaned down
toward him and said, “Hello?”

That did it. He jolted a little as though startled and
pulled his arm away from his face. He cracked an eye at me and I smiled
enticingly. Looking less than thrilled at my presence, he gave a great sigh and
began to rise.

“No!” I came forward and knelt at his side. “Don’t get up.”
I splayed my hands on his chest. He was so warm, and the curling hairs on his
body were soft. He stared at me with dazzling blue eyes, clearly confused about
what I wanted. I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling his breath against my
face as he shrank back and gasped in surprise. Harder, I pressed on, allowing
no escape, then sought out his tongue to battle with mine.

Though I felt his arms shift about, he did not touch me.

Time was of the essence and I wanted him to conquer me as
the last warrior had. I broke the kiss. “You may touch me,” I told him, getting
a cheap thrill over telling him what to do.

His arms came up around me as I slipped my tongue back into
his mouth. Though he could no doubt crush me if he wished, his grip was gentle.
From where I knelt I had easy access to his cock. My lips never leaving his, I
reached beneath his leather skirt and grasped him in my hand. He was thick and
hard as steel, a mighty weapon I hoped he would wield with skill.

I kissed a trail down his chest and then used both hands to
raise his skirt so I could put my lips to his cock. He gasped again as I licked
down his shaft and then took his tip into my mouth.

If there were time, I would pleasure him for hours. His body
was so beautifully sculpted, a glorious piece of art. What would it be like to
have him at my mercy like this every day? If I were truly a Roman lady—a
Domina, I believe they were called—I would enjoy the pleasure of his company
whenever I wished. I savored the feel of him against my lips and tongue, and
imagined for a few precious seconds lying back and commanding him to come forward
and pleasure me. He would be completely mine, to do with as I wished. I would
be in charge. I smiled and licked down the length of him, knowing that even
then it’d only be a matter of time—Domina or not—before he’d have me begging
and crying out beneath him. I could spend endless minutes daydreaming of a
different kind of life, a life spent in the arms of such a man, one filled with
danger, intrigue and passion, but alas, I knew if I wanted him inside me I must
hurry.

Ignoring the hard, prickly, straw-covered floor, I shifted
around to lie back beside him, and urged him with my hands to roll over on top
of me. He was careful of my petite size as he settled between my open thighs
and pushed up my gown. His eyes met mine, silently asking for my permission. I
nodded and he surged forward, entering me quickly, as though fearful I would
change my mind.

Oh, yes!
I gasped in delight. He was all that I’d
imagined and more.

He stroked me with long, hard thrusts, his eyes never
leaving my face while my hips rose up to meet him. I marveled at his strength
and control. He slowed, realizing this was no game. Despite his doubts, I was
for real.

When I placed a hand to his chest, he halted his movements
and eyed me critically, once again suspicious and wary of my motives. “Let me
up,” I told him. Sullenly he watched me get to my feet. His face lit back up
when I reached for his hand. From an ingeniously hidden pocket in my toga, I
quickly drew forth a vial filled with lubrication. Extracting a generous
amount, I stashed the vial and went to work—much to the gladiator’s
delight—slicking up his cock. I turned so my back was to him, then I opened my
legs and bent over, bracing my hands against my knees. Figuring out my motive
quickly, he got into position behind me. I sighed when I felt his finger slip
into my pussy.

“Yes,” I hissed, feeling the head of his cock push against
my ass. Grasping my hips with his giant hands, he entered me, his cock creeping
forward, as my body stretched to accommodate him. I fisted my hands and bit my
lip to keep from crying out. His cock was huge. Even bigger than the medieval
knight’s had been. I hoped I could take him without crying out. Once he was in
full hilt, he paused. It dawned on me in that moment that he was now the one in
control. Not me as I’d assumed. It was he, the gladiator slave, who would
determine when he would bring the Roman lady to fulfillment.

When he remained still, I began to worry. I didn’t have much
time. What was he waiting for? Why didn’t he fuck me?

“Please.” Did he want me to beg? “Fuck me,” I cried. It was
not a command.

He chuckled—damn him—before he at last began to move.

For several long, agonizing, incredible minutes, he pumped
into my ass.

Caught in the throes of ecstasy, I lost all sense of time.
The pressure built and built inside me. I cried and pleaded for completion,
until finally I screamed my release—and vanished.

I arrived back in my room, still bent forward, hands braced
on my knees.

“Damn it!”

I reached out and snatched the Pocket Jumper off my bedside
table, scanning the picture in the viewer window. Tracking me as I journeyed
into the past, the device was pinpointed on the scene I had just left. There
was the gladiator, I saw, standing where I had left him, his hands still placed
where my hips should be. He looked about the enclosure in confusion.

In the next moment his head snapped in the direction of the
doorway. It was obvious by the look on his face that the guard was coming. He
backed up against the wall.

In one stupid, forgetful moment, screaming out the way I
had, I’d just endangered the life of the man who’d given me the best ride I’d
ever had.

Chapter Four

I had no choice but to return. I set the switch on the
Jumper to create the bubble again, and without a second thought I leaped
through.

I stumbled and landed on my knees on the hard floor of the
stall, right before the gladiator. Though he was stunned, and no doubt full of
questions, I would have to deal with him later. Hearing the guard’s approaching
footsteps I sprang to my feet. The gladiator remained frozen against the wall.
I don’t know who he feared most, the guard or me.

The guard opened the door and glared at the both of us. “I
heard a scream. What is happening?” he demanded.

“My fault,” I said, trying to appear embarrassed, and speaking
as little as possible. “I saw a spider.”

He turned a suspicious gaze on the giant behind me. “Are you
certain that is all?”

“Quite,” I assured him.

A tense few seconds later the guard finally turned on his
heel and left us. I breathed a huge sigh of relief then turned around to
confront problem number two. When I faced the gladiator I was surprised to see
he had composed himself. “Are you all right?” I asked.

He shrugged, I guess not trusting himself to speak.

“Sorry about that,” I said. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble
for you.”

“You came back,” he said after staring at me awhile.

Now it was my turn to shrug. “I had to.”

“How long will you stay?”

“I better leave now, or I could really get you into
trouble.” If I strolled out of here there would be no problem. I’d get back to
where I’d originally landed and leave from there—no witnesses. The gladiator
would forget about me in time, striking it up to a hard day in the ring and
overtiredness.

Before I left, I kissed him goodbye. “What’s your name?” I
had to ask.

He didn’t answer me right away. “Taranis,” he finally said,
as though revealing some big secret.

His hard blue eyes held mine for a moment while the trace of
a smile formed on his lips. “’Til we meet again.”

“Not likely to happen,” I said with a sigh. I walked over to
the exit, battling my desire to lie down and let Taranis enter me again. There
wasn’t time. However, I thought devilishly, there may be time for a quick
stand-up fuck. That was, if the gladiator was up for it.

Unable to resist, I turned back around and gave the hunk a
heated glance, starting with his eyes and slowly lowering, stopping to linger
on his erect cock. Yep—he was up for it. I pulled up my toga around my hips and
rushed toward him. Taranis caught me as I jumped into his arms, my legs
wrapping around his waist. He braced himself, backing against the wall, legs
slightly bent and wide apart. He held me with one arm while he freed his cock
from his short leather skirt with the other. Lowering me, he impaled me on his
mighty weapon.

“Oh!” I gasped against his shoulder.

“Glad you returned,” he grunted. His large hands held my ass
in a firm grip, hefting me up and down onto his cock. I threw back my head and
concentrated on coming quickly. If there were time I would linger for hours,
savoring the gladiator’s strength and stamina.

“Yes,” I hissed in his ear. “Fuck me, hard.”

“Yes, mistress,” he acquiesced.

There was nothing more delightful than a man determined to
please. Though he followed my orders, we both knew he was master here. He had
total control over my body despite my best efforts to come quickly. Holding me
steady, he turned his body around so that I was the one against the wall of his
cell. I was pinned between two unyielding surfaces, one hard and rough, the
other strong as steel, yet soft beneath my fingers. Damp tendrils of Taranis’
blond hair brushed against my cheek as he took me hard, without mercy, the way
I had demanded.

“Please,” I cried out, burying my face against his neck lest
my cry reach the guard’s ears.

“As you wish,” he spoke softly in my ear then drove into me,
holding me tight.

My scream of release was muffled as his lips came down on
mine, capturing my cries. Once I’d ridden the wave of ecstasy, Taranis—showing
optimal control—lowered me slowly to my feet, keeping his arm around me. He was
still hard and unsatisfied. I reached out and grasped him, stroking his velvety
sheath, coaxing him to completion. I needed to go, but I couldn’t leave him
like this. He leaned down to kiss my lips again, our tongues joining in an
age-old mating dance. I felt him tense, his arm about my waist tightening and
pulling me closer. Faster I played him, wishing I could spare the time to take
him in my mouth. Cautious of the guard, he groaned softly as he came.

Once he was sated, I stepped away from him and straightened
my toga so I was presentable. “I must go,” I said, although I wished I didn’t
have to leave.

He smiled as though he hadn’t seen the last of me.

Silly, delicious fool.

“Guard,” I yelled. I kissed him quickly one last time. The
guard came and opened the door. I slipped out without looking back. The door to
Taranis’ cell slammed shut, sending a shiver down my spine. The look on his
face had seemed too confident. As though he knew we would meet again. I shook
my head and concentrated on my destination, quickening my pace lest I disappear
in an unfortunate place once more.

It only took a minute or so to get to the hidden alcove.
Despite only waiting a few minutes at the most, it felt like forever before I
finally returned home.

My apartment was quiet and empty. Just the way I’d left it.
Funny how I suddenly longed for company. That night in my bed I thought about
what had happened today. I’d endangered a man’s life and exposed myself in the
process. Time jumping was proving to be a dangerous pastime. A vision of
Taranis’ face flashed in my mind. Yes, it was dangerous in more ways than one.

I didn’t know what to do.

Though it was perilous and I should never do it again, I was
becoming addicted to fucking guys in alternate times. I reached for my notepad
and pen and crossed Gladiator off the list. Next in line was a Cowboy from the
Old West. Hmm, that should prove tantalizing. Pushing all thoughts of Taranis
out of my mind, I drifted off to sleep envisioning myself wearing cowboy boots
and a hat, and nothing else.

The next morning I returned to the costume shop. The sales
clerk smiled big when she saw me. She was making a killing off me this week.

“I need an Old West costume,” I said, cutting right to the
chase.

“You sure get invited to a lot of costume parties,” she
commented. A few minutes later she handed me a soft, flower-print gown and a
bonnet. How sexy is that? I paid for the dress and returned home to change
clothes, anxious to get started. As I started spinning through time on the
Pocket Jumper, keeping an eye on the viewer window, the gladiator from
yesterday popped into my mind.

At the thought of him, my nipples hardened and brushed
against the fabric of my dress. I could only hope the guy I zeroed in on next
was just as hot. I wore my long, dark hair in braids, which I thought looked
kind of cute. I hoped I appeared innocent, yet sexually evocative. Enough to
drive a cowboy hot with desire. I was horny as hell.

Through the viewer I spied a lone cowboy in a prairie field,
riding along on his big, black stallion. He looked large and sexy. I set the
device and expanded the viewing field so I could sweep the area for any
complications.

All appeared well and clear.

I set myself up to land just ahead of the cowboy, behind a
rocky hill, out of sight. My braided head bare, I grabbed the shoulder of my
dress in a firm grip and yanked, ripping out the seams. Then I stepped through
time.

Quickly, before he rounded the bend, I lay out on the ground
and grabbed a handful of dirt to rub on my face and dress. It would appear when
he saw me that I’d barely escaped from an attack. I hoped to stir the cowboy’s
protective instincts along with his desire.

I closed my eyes and lay in a convincing crumpled heap
awaiting my rescuer. Just as I’d hoped, the cowboy, seeing me there, leaped
from his horse and hurried to my side. He got down on his knees and took me
into his big strong arms while I fluttered my eyelids. “Where am I?” I asked.

“You’re safe, darlin’, don’t you worry your pretty little
head.”

He passed a canteen to my lips and though I was kind of
grossed out, I made myself sip from it. When I eventually focused on the
cowboy’s face I gasped in shock. His eyes were a dazzling blue. The exact same
eyes as Taranis’.