Sudden Pleasures (12 page)

He raised himself up and kissed her firmly. She could taste herself on his lips. Then he pushed two fingers into her vagina. Hard. “It isn’t as good as I will be,” he said. The fingers frigged her slowly at first, and then with increasing rapidity, but she found she could not come, and she whimpered with her frustration. He laughed. “I know, my goddess. Only a thick, long cock will do for you, and you shall have it.” He swung quickly over her.
“Now!”
And with a single fierce thrust he filled her vagina.

Ashley screamed with delight, and wrapped her legs about her husband. “Fuck me, Max!” she begged him. “Fuck me hard, and make me come!”

He obliged her, and they finally collapsed as they came together. And when he had caught his breath he said, “No more for now, my goddess. Tonight when we return from the palace we will enjoy each other. But for now we must prepare to be the emperor’s guests.”

She called for their slaves, and she and Max were bathed and dressed. Max was attired in a purple silk toga lined in gold, to indicate his military victories. On his feet were slipped a pair of
calceus
, fine leather sandals painted gold and studded with amethysts. His dark hair had been cut once he had come from his bath. It was short, with several tiny stiff curls on his forehead and at the nape of his neck. His only jewelry was a gold signet ring he used for sealing correspondence.

The tribune’s wife was garbed in a sheer violet silk tunic shot through with gold threads. Her body glowed through the fabric. It was sleeveless, and the draped neckline was low. She carried a matching shawl. Her hair was fashioned into a coil at the nape of her neck. Her leather sandals were decorated with gold leaf and pearls. The long, ornate earrings hanging from her ears were gold and pearls.

They were carried through the streets of the city in a large litter to join the other patrician guests in a banquet at the emperor’s palace. Maximillian Alerio Patronius and his wife were shown to couches quite near the emperor. The ruler gazed down at them through a ruby set in gold, and acknowledged their presense with a wave of his hand. Around them servants brought food and refilled wine cups, music played, entertainers entertained. The noise was bearable.

“I have taken a new herb that is supposed to extend my stamina for sex,” the emperor announced at one point. He pointed to the young wife of a senator. “I would fuck her,” he said.

The senator pushed his blushing wife from their couch and sent her immediately to the emperor, who proceeded to use her publicly. When he had finished his penis was still hard, and he was yet unsatisfied. He pointed to the wife of another senator, and proceeded to lustily fuck her until the woman fainted with multiple orgasms.

“She was better than the first,” the emperor said dryly, “but not good enough.” He scanned the great banquet room again, and his eye fell upon the wife of Maximillian Alerio Patronius. The lady Cordelia smiled at him.

“Tribune,” the emperor said, “is your wife pleasurable in your bed?”

“She is indeed, Caesar,” Max replied.

“I would try her,” the emperor said.

“Go to him, Cordelia,” the tribune told his wife.

Ashley got up, and obediently went to the emperor.

“Remove your garment,” the emperor commanded. He had not asked any of the others to do that.

Ashley unfastened her tunic and let it drop to her feet.

The vast banquet hall was so silent you could have heard a drop of wine fall.

“You must make me come,” the emperor told her. “If you do not I will whip you.” He lay back upon his couch in a half-seated position, and pulled up his toga to reveal his penis. It was a very long penis, but not particularly thick, and it was thrusting straight up. “You may mount me,” he told her.

“Not until you have prepared me properly, my lord,” Ashley told him, and then, going around the couch to his head, she straddled him, pressing her mons down on his face. “Lick, Caesar, and make me wet. When you do I will give you the finest ride you have ever had. And if I do not you may indeed whip me.”

He yanked her nether lips apart and licked her furiously. He found her clit, and in very little time she was slick with her juices. Pushing her back he said, “Now mount me, you brazen bitch! And I will probably whip you afterward to punish you for your boldness. And then I will fuck your ass as well!”

She mounted him, slowly, slowly sliding down his slender hard penis until she had absorbed it all. She began to ride him, gently at first, and then more quickly. Reaching up, the emperor grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. She moaned as he pinched her nipples and then leaned forward to bite them. But suddenly Caesar began to smile, and she felt him quivering within her vagina. She rode him harder, and he climaxed with a roar of pure satisfaction. The banquet chamber erupted with cheers and clapping as Ashley fell forward.

Immediately slaves leaped forward to pull her off the emperor. They held her upright, for she could not stand right away. The emperor was fed wine, and sweetmeats were pushed into his mouth. His genitals were gently bathed. Slowly he regained his strength and equilibrium, and when he had, he called for a leather tawse and commanded that his most recent partner be bound between two marble pillars. Then he stood up and began to lay the strap across her plump buttocks as a young slave girl knelt between his legs and sucked his cock back to a state of readiness. When it was ready, and Ashley’s bottom was pink and warm, she was released, brought to her knees, then forced to stretch forward so that the emperor might mount her from behind.

She felt a thick oil being rubbed on and around her anus. She squealed as Caesar pushed slowly into her rear channel. He whispered all manner of lascivious things into her ear as he took her. Then, reaching forward, he found her clitoris and began to rub it. “Ohh, Caesar!” the tribune’s wife cried. “Ohh, Caesar!” His fingers were having the desired result, and she was going to come. “Yes!” she screamed, knowing her obvious pleasure in his public performance would please him. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” And she climaxed, bucking wildly, as he came with a shout.

“I shall send your husband back to Gaul immediately,” Caesar murmured as he helped her up. “You are the best fuck I have ever had, and I must have you again.”

“I thank you, my lord emperor, for your praise, but Caesar can have any woman he desires. Poor Maximillian Alerio Patronius has only me. If you send my husband back to Gaul I would go with him,” Ashley said.

The emperor nodded. He was not in the habit of being refused, but the woman had serviced him extremely well. She deserved to be rewarded, and sending her to Gaul with her husband would cost him nothing. “You will come to me one more time before I return your tribune to Gaul. And then you may go with him.”

Gathering up her tunic, Ashley bowed. “As the emperor wishes.” She backed away and returned to join her husband.

“You did well,” Max said.

“He is returning you to Gaul,” she told him.

“He wants you.”

“I am going with you,” she told him. “It is you I love, Max.”

And then she heard the sharp ting of the Channel bell, and she awoke in her bed.
Wow!
Ashley thought.
That was some wild night. But I’ve been more than sexually satisfied. Ryan must think I’m a saint
, she thought. And she giggled. Where the hell did sex with Caesar come from? she wondered.
I didn’t intend to add any more men to the picture.
Sometimes the Channel scared her. It was everything she wanted, but now and again something she had never considered seemed to pop up—like a Roman orgy and a sexually insatiable emperor.
Maybe I ought to practice a little abstinence for a while.
And what was she going to do with the Channel when she was married? Other married women had it.
Hell!
Probably all of its subscribers were women. And what if sex between she and Ryan didn’t work out?
Yeah, right.
Like that was going to happen. But it was a temporary arrangement. Both of them had the right to be with people they loved.

Love.
Everyone talked about love. But what exactly was love? Ben had thought he was in love for real just before he was shipped out. He had told her that he would probably ask Marianne to marry him when he got back. But he never came back. And Marianne had married someone else less than two years later. If you honestly loved someone, could you really do that? Could you love two men in a lifetime? Of course you could, she thought. She certainly had. Or had she really? What would have happened if she had married any one of the three? She probably would never have had sex with Carson if he had had the nerve to go through with their marriage. It would have ended in an annulment. And in disaster with Chandler, because there had to be more to love than just wild monkey sex. As for Derek, or whatever his real name was, he probably would have serviced her regularly as long as he got to spend her money. But that wasn’t love.

This time she knew the wedding would come off. She was marrying to save her inheritance. Ryan was marrying to save his inheritance. They were crazily sexually attracted to each other. But love had nothing to do with it. It was all about money. And yet the lady Cordelia had told her tribune husband that she loved him. And he had looked just like Ryan Finbar Mulcahy. Subconsciously she had wanted him to look like Ryan. What else did she want subconsciously? It was starting to get very confusing, Ashley decided, and then she realized she had a headache. It was the kind she got maybe once or twice a year. Her temples began to pound and her stomach began to roll. She got up and stumbled to her bathroom, where she threw up.
Thank goodness,
Ashley thought. It always relieved the tension when she threw up, but she was not going to work today.

Ryan called her in midafternoon. “Are you all right? Nina said you were home sick today. What’s the matter? Did you call Dr. Sam?” He sounded worried.

“I get a knockdown tension headache maybe twice a year,” Ashley told him. “I think all the excitement and secrecy got to me. It’s almost gone now.”

“I’ve got to fly to London. I’ll be in England for the next two weeks,” he said.

“The wedding is in two weeks,” she reminded him.

“I’ll be back Thursday of that week, Ash. You and Frankie behave yourselves while I’m gone, okay? She says she’s coming out to the house this week to start setting everything up in the master suite. Am I going to like it?”

Ashley smiled. “I think so,” she said. “And if you don’t we’ll do it all over again,” she told him.

He laughed. “Hey, babe, just because you and I are rich doesn’t mean we should waste money. Just as long as Frankie hasn’t done it up all Laura Ashley. I’m not much for flowers and butterflies.”

“Oh, no!” Ashley gasped. “You don’t like flowers and butterflies?”

He laughed again. “Nice try, but I’m not buying it, Ash.”

She giggled. “It’ll be very unisex,” she assured him. “But remember, we’re sharing, and it can’t be all Ralph Lauren and leather, Ryan. What are you doing in England?”

“There are some house auctions I want to go to in London and out in some of the counties. Sometimes I buy; sometimes I just photograph details for the reproduction business. The newly rich want it authentic, even if they aren’t quite certain what authentic is at first. They do learn,” he said dryly. “And they expect value for their money. Our work isn’t cheap, and we use the best materials. I think I may have found a new source for clock corners and drawer pulls up in York. They claim to have the original molds. I’ll know when I see them. I can’t just take anyone’s word.”

“When are you going?” Ashley wanted to know.

“Tonight,” he said.

“Travel safe then,” she said.

“Thanks. You take care now,” he replied.

“I will. Thanks for calling.”

“Yeah. Bye.” And the phone clicked off.

Geez
, Ashley thought. Could their good-byes have been any more impersonal? She lay back, but as she did she noticed that the pain had gone. But she knew she would have to relax for the rest of the day and evening. August was never the busiest month in the shop. But this week she had to go over the new catalog proofs. They would be waiting on her office computer for an okay. The printer would have to do a runoff this week if the catalog was going to be out on time. Then the pages needed to be bound and put in their envelopes for mailing at the end of September if they were going to get the Christmas orders out on time. She would have to do it tomorrow. Frankie was coming out on Wednesday.

She had seen Ryan’s mother and youngest sister since that initial meeting several weeks ago. She had spoken at length with Frankie several times as they discussed what they were going to do in the master suite. Her sister-in-law-to-be arrived at nine thirty on a rainy morning, roaring up to the house in a sporty little red Miata. Byrnes was immediately outside with an umbrella to escort her into the house.

“Miss Ashley is waiting in the breakfast room,” Byrnes said as he led her to it.