To pluck a Violet

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In the story, a woman is put under hypnosis to remember different incarnations of her in the past millennia. However, no matter which century she`s in, there are already some evil goons to bind and gag her…

Now, follow me to Ancient Rome. It`s the year 43 AD and for two years, the Empire is now ruled by Emperor Claudius. He`s an elderly, slightly disabled man who is a bit overwhelmed by ruling Rome. So, he is more than dependent of his three freedmen Narcissus, Pallas and Callistus who hold the real power in their hands.

Crouching by the pool and looking at the reflection of her face, Viola was wondering when she or her father had tempted the gods so they were constantly punishing her.

She was called »Viola« by almost everyone, referring to her dark blue eyes. Like any female member of the Cornelii clan, her official name was »Cornelia«, but since this would have been a bit confusing, even her father and the slaves called her by her nickname.

Now, said eyes were filled with tears as Viola was pitifully considering her fate. The fate of ending up as an old virgin.

Two weeks ago, she had celebrated her 18thbirthday and still, she was not married or even engaged. Viola wasn`t sure whether to blame her father or the late emperor, Caligula. Caligula had been known for ordering that any girl or woman his eyes fell upon should be brought to his bed chamber and after he had had his way with the unfortunate, he would publicly speak about her qualities as a lover. So, to spare her that fate, Viola`s father had hidden her in the temple of goddess Vesta once she had begun to develop into a young woman.

She was grateful that she had not been forced to Caligula`s bed, but after the Emperor`s assassination, her father had had to struggle to regain an influential position at the Imperial court and so, he had simply forgotten about his daughter who had lived inside the temple for another 18 months. And now, whilst her former friends were all married, some even already divorced, Viola was still living at her parents` mansion and still hadn`t been touched or kissed by a man.

She looked down at her reflection. Her eyes, now wet with tears, were matching her pale skin and her raven curls arranged by dozens of hair needles. Viola knew that she was pretty, but without a sufficient dowry, that would not get her a decent husband.

SPLASH!

The sound, though faint, made her twitch. Suddenly, her reflection became wavy and she could hear a giggle. Angrily, Viola spun around.

»Do you think that`s funny?«

She looked at Robin, her red-haired slave from Gaul. Robin was about her age and she had been her personal slave since her father had finally taken her home four months ago. Usually, she liked the girl, but though Robin was just a slave, she had something Viola hadn`t: a man in her life.

Of course, Robin`s lover Crixus was just a slave, too, and not even that handsome. However, when she had seen the two kissing, Viola had felt jealous and from that point on, she had begun to make things hard for Robin. And now, the redhead had thought it would be funny to throw a pebble into the water when she was admiring her looks.

»So, you think that you are prettier than me?«

»Of course not, Domina!«, Robin answered, lowering her head. Viola could sense that she still was smiling. Well, she would wash that grin from the slave`s face!

»Crixus!«

The slave, who had been taking care of the flowers, approached and bowed.

»Domina?«

Viola could see how he and Robin exchanged a glance and in her anger, she interpreted it as yet another insult. An idea came up in her brain and she smiled sardonically.

»Crixus«, she purred, »would you say I am beautiful – even more beautiful than your little friend?«

For a moment, Crixus hesitated, thinking about how to place his words right.

»Domina, only Venus herself can measure with your beauty!«

Viola smiled at him with contempt for the lame compliment.

»So, you would say that compared to me, Robin is just an ugly hag?«

Crixus gulped.

»She is beautiful enough for me, Domina – but you are worthy of a god!«

Now, Viola giggled at his attempt to flatter her without insulting his love interest. Then, her look became stern again.

»Well, it seems that Robin isn`t able to see my beauty. What do you think, does she deserve to keep her eyes?«

Se slowly pulled one of the needles from her hair and tested the tip with her finger. Now, she could see Robin`s lips tremble and Crixus once again spoke:

»Please, Domina, I am sure she didn`t mean it – it was just a clumsy mistake!«

For a few moments, Viola enjoyed the two slaves` misery, playing with the needle. Then, she threw it away, clapped her hands and said, seemingly changing the subject:

»You will soon be a freedman, Crixus, won`t you?«

The Roman laws only allowed the freeing of slaves if they had reached the age of 30. Viola`s father, a kind man, interpreted the law in the way that he sat free any of his slaves at his 30thbirthday that had served him well for at least ten years. Crixus was 28 and had been in the household for more than 15 years and so, he soon would become free – if Viola`s father didn`t decide otherwise.

»In another nineteen months, if it pleases your father, Domina.«

»Yes, that`s the point, Crixus – if it pleases my father. It would be too bad if I told him that you had insulted me and you would end up in the mines instead!«

She paused and looked at the man who was trying to understand what she was about.

»Well, according to the law, both you and Robin are just property – but if we forget about that for a moment, one could consider you as a couple. Maybe, you could even be called something like man and wife!«

Now, both slaves looked at her. They knew that she was planning something evil and indeed, Viola now smiled in a way that made Robin shiver.

»Crixus, as a husband, you are responsible for your wife. If she insults me, it falls back on you! So, what can you do so it will never happen again?«

Crixus now took a deep breath before he offered that he would accept to be whipped for the failure of Robin, but Viola shook her head.

»No, my silly friend! You will punish her – now! Rip away her tunic and!«

Robin gasped but Crixus gently grabbed her arm and whispered something to her. Then, with one yank, he ripped the plain tunic from Robin`s body. Viola approached the now naked girl and told her to stand straight with her hands to her sides.

»Well, you are right, Crixus! She might just be good enough for you! Look at the freckles around her nose! And these breasts are a bit too soft and big. Sure, they will sag in a few years! And besides, she is – hairy!«

The last word, she pronounced as if it was the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. Like any noblewoman, Viola had her body hair removed regularly, but Robin`s pubic mound was covered by a thatch of reddish hair. With gleeful pleasure, she noticed that Robin`s cheeks were reddening.

»Now, bend down and kiss my feet!«

For a moment, there was an evil glance in Robin`s eyes, but then, she obeyed and kissed Viola`s sandal. When she tried to get up again, Viola said:

»What do you think punishment means? You will stay like this as long as I tell you! Just do it!«

For a while, she enjoyed how the naked girl was standing in front of her, bent forward and with her lips on her feet. Then, she looked at Crixus and asked:

»It`s 19 months until you are freed, you said?«

»Yes, Domina!«

»Well then, I think if you hit her once for each month, I could forget about what had happened.«

Crixus stared at her and Robin let out a gasp. Viola laughed:

»Just keep your lips on my foot! Since I am a friendly Mistress, Crixus will only use his hand – but if I think that he is not using all his strength, he will be sent to the mines! The same will be if you will raise or try to avoid punishment!«

Crixus looked down on his naked companion whose butt was pointing at him. He gently padded her buttocks and said something in Gallic. Then, he raised his right arm.

With a loud smack, his hand landed on Robin`s exposed butt. She let out a gasp and twitched, but managed to keep her position. Viola just watched as he spanked Robin another eighteen times. When he was finished, the girl sobbed and sank to the side, her buttocks red and sore. Crixus was panting and had tears in his eyes.

»Now, you better keep that in mind! Never forget that both the mines and the harbor brothels always need new recruits!«

***

Some hours later, Viola was lying in her bed, but despite having drunk quite some wine, she couldn`t find sleep. It was not her gruesome game with Robin, but the dinner that had ended two hours before.

Being a senator, her father had usually some guests for the evening and today, it had been four men: another senator, at her father`s age, but looking older and rather fat, who had considered to get married again. Viola had wished him good luck in a way that, as she hoped, had expressed that she was not the least interested, though the man was of very high birth and more than rich. The others had been two more of her father`s colleagues – both already married – and one of the most unusual officers Viola had ever met. He had looked like all the other military members that her father had invited occasionally – a bit too rough to be called handsome and obviously feeling inconvenient in his toga. He had introduced himself just as Marcus and her father had only mentioned his reputation as a leader of irregular troops that would sure make himself an even greater name in the current campaigns in Britannia.

However, between the lines, Viola had read that Marcus had no name to be proud of. Perhaps, his parents were peasants or even freedmen. All he had, he owed his military skills. Such a man would be one step away from a Barbarian!

During the evening, Marcus had remained quite silent, though he had proven that he was neither dumb nor illiterate. However, he had from time to time looked at Viola in a way she had considered indecent and almost impudent. It had seemed as if he was imagining how she looked under her stola and Viola had regretted that she had chosen her slightly transparent dress that answered some of the questions Marcus seemed to have.

Of course, Viola knew that men liked to watch her, but this Marcus had not just admired her. There had been something else in his eyes. Something dark and dangerous. And though he hadn`t said or done anything inappropriate during the dinner, now, the memory felt frightening. Frightening and also a bit exciting.

»I wonder what he would have done if he and I would have been alone!«

The thought sent shivers down her spine – and a slight tingling through her loins. Viola had never been with a man before, but in the temple of Vesta, she had learned a few things. The priestesses had sworn chastity, but at least some of the younger novices seemed to think that this did not include talking about sexual things. So, Viola knew what a man could do to her – and she knew all too well what she could do to herself!

»What would happen if he would enter my bedroom, right now, when I am naked and vulnerable, covered only by a thin silk sheet?«

Again, the shudder she felt wasn`t unpleasant and she felt her nipples harden. Almost involuntarily, her hand wandered down her belly and found its way between her legs.

»Would he be gentle – or rough, rough and strong?«

Viola closed her eyes and tried to imagine the situation. The face of Marcus appeared in front of her inner eye and she felt the tingling in her loins increase.

A giggling interrupted her thoughts. It was the all too familiar laughter of Robin. Obviously, her buttocks didn`t hurt any longer – and also obviously, she was not alone. Viola scoffed; then, she slung her sheet around her nude body and slid out of her bedroom.

Robin`s chamber was adjacent to Viola`s room and contained little more than a bed and a chest. Viola peeped through the curtain that was there instead of a solid door and could see Robin`s back in the pale moonlight coming in through the small window.

The girl was sitting upright or rather, she was kneeling on top of Crixus who was lying on his back. Robin moved her naked body back and forth and let out small sighs and moans whilst Crixus was breathing heavily and caressing her still sore buttocks.

»So, that`s how it looks like!«, Viola thought and though she had intended to interrupt and reprimand the two lovebirds, she could not help watching with fascination. There was something intriguing in these two persons growing ecstasy and soon, Viola felt again her own arousal, a bit vaguely, but definitely there.

»What a lovely sight, isn`t it?«

The whisper caused Viola to petrify. Then, she slowly turned her head, only to see the face of a man, just inches away from her own. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream.

»Mhhmmmph!«

Before the girl could utter a sound, a hand clamped her mouth shut and a strong arm was slung around her. Viola tried to fight him off, but the attacker just forced her back into her room.

»Uuhhmmmph! Nnnggg!«

Still, Viola was squirming and trying to get the hand from her mouth, but the man just grabbed her even tighter. Then, he whispered:

»Will you be a good girl, Viola?«

Viola`s fear increased as she heard the intruder use her name. Then, she realized with horror that she knew this man: it was Marcus!

»Mhhmmph!«

Again, his grip became a little tighter.

»Don`t think that I like hurting you. But if you force me to do so, I will.«

Marcus said it in a calm, casual way that frightened Viola more than a threatening voice would have done. So, when he asked her if she would behave, she nodded slightly. Marcus released his grip a bit and took the hand from her mouth, but before she could even croak, he stuffed a rag between her lips.

»Don`t dare to spit this out!«

He stepped behind her and brought her wrists behind her back where he tied them with a thin cord. He wrapped the rope around her wrists several times before cinching it and knotting it off, taking care the knots were out of reach for her fingers. Viola let out a whimper. Not only did the bonds hurt, the sheet had also fallen to the floor, leaving her naked.

Now, Marcus grabbed her elbows, wound a second rope around them and forced them closer and closer together. Again, Viola groaned as her shoulders were drawn backwards. He pulled until her joints met; then, he tied off the cruel tie. Having finished the last knot, he placed his hands on her shoulders, surprisingly gentle.

»Now, even if you could untie your hands, you would still be helpless, Viola. And it has a wonderful side effect.«

He leaned her backwards so her shoulders rested on his chest. Then, she felt his hands on her thrust out breasts. No man had ever touched her there, but what could she do? If she would have tried to run away, he would have hurt her and when she squirmed in his grip, she felt his hands even more.

From the adjacent room, she now heard an oppressed female scream. Obviously, Robin had forgotten about the close presence of her Mistress completely. She thought of pushing the gag from her mouth and screaming, but before she even had the attention of Robin or Crixus, Marcus would have killed her.

Viola panted and he adjusted to her breathing. He kneaded her breasts and then, so close to her ear she could sense his breath, he whispered:

»I am sure whenever Venus looks at you, she feels jealous!«

She let out a fluttering breath. It was somehow ridiculous that he was telling her corny compliments whilst he was assaulting her in the middle of the night. Again, she whimpered, but he just continued his massage. He was not especially gentle, showing her his strength, but somehow, the touch wasn`t all unpleasant. Viola felt a warm tingling in her breasts and when he slightly squeezed her nipples between two of his fingers, she gasped and involuntarily arched her back so she could feel him even more intensive.

Then, he suddenly kissed her neck and withdrew from her.

»You make me forget time, sweet Viola! You naughty girl!«

She still was a bit puzzled about what was happening, so, she only realized he continued tying her up when he sat her on her bed and tied her legs at the ankles and above and below the knees. Then, he sat beside her and forced her to look at him.

»Now, will you be a good girl and let me take care that you can`t make a sound?«

Viola shuddered. All she had to do was to spit out her gag and scream, but when she saw his dark eyes, hard, but not unfriendly, she nodded slightly. He showed her a thin smile; then, he reached for her gag, but instead of pulling it out, he worked it even deeper into the back of her throat.

»Uuhhnnngg!«

The gag tasted somehow musty and slightly bitter and Viola fought her gag reflex as Marcus now produced a second wad and stuffed that into her mouth, too. Now, her cheeks bulged and she could not help twitching and retching, but he held the gag in her mouth and showed her a scarf with a knot in it.

The knot went between her open lips and Marcus repeatedly pulled on the ends, tightening the gag and forcing the knot between her teeth before he finally knotted it off at her nape. The cloth cut into the corners of her mouth, but he brought the ends to the front and knotted them over her gagged mouth, tightening her gag even more.

»Uuuhhmph!«

»That`s what I wanted to hear from you, Viola!«

He continued gagging her by tying another scarf over her mouth. Then, he took a coiled leather thong and moistened it in a bowl of water standing beside her bed.

»You know that leather shrinks when it dries? Just don`t try anything stupid, or I would have to tie your thumbs and big toes with it. Maybe, even your nipples.«

Again, he described torturing her as if he was talking about whether to have cheese or sausages for breakfast. He took the bowl and placed it close to her, so he could reach it when he sat beside her, putting his arm around her and pulling her close.

»Mistress?«

It was a whisper from the door, but it worked as if Robin had yelled. Viola tried to jump up, but now, she felt Marcus` hand on her throat – and the other between her legs.

Again, Robin whispered her name, but Viola did not dare to even breathe. After a while, she heard Robin say to someone, obviously Crixus:

»I thought I heard her – but the bitch is sleeping!« Then, with a giggle, she continued:

»Wow, it seems you recovered quickly!«

Viola, coping with having the man`s hand between her legs, listened as the two slaves were starting a second round of love making. She felt the grip on her throat loosen and Marcus whispered:

»Sorry, dear, I usually go there only after some – prelude.«

He slightly moved his fingers, but did not withdraw the hand that cupped her pubic mound. With her legs tied, his hand was trapped between her thighs and her reflex of squeezing them together held it there. He did not hurt her, but it felt more than strange to be touched there by a man. His fingers were strong and rough, the hand of a soldier, but somehow, she felt that he did not intend to cause pain.

»I will try to open that door, Viola, but not by force!«

For a second, his middle finger pushed harder against her labia, but then, he withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his nose, taking a deep breath.

Accompanied by the noises from Crixus and Robin, he now took the wet leather thong, wound it over her gag several times and knotted it off. It tightened everything and Viola knew that things would become worse if the leather had dried.

Now, Marcus tied yet another scarf over her face, covering everything from the bridge of her nose to under her chin. Then, taking her head between his hands, he gently kissed her eyelids. Then, whilst she was blinking at him, he took another cloth and blindfolded her.

»Just for one last thing.«

»Mhm?«

He made her stand up and held her by her shoulder, helping her to keep balance. Then, she felt him tie a long rope to her bound wrists.

»Now, just relax!«

However, Viola could not help mmphing when he pushed his hand between her thighs, this time from behind. He worked the dangling ends of the rope through the tight gap and brought them upwards. Viola gasped as the rough hemp came close to the cleft between her buttocks and to her pubic mound.

He put a double knot into the ropes where her clit was, then, he brought the ends over her shoulders and knotted them off at her nape. Viola shifted uneasily, feeling the touch of the ropes at the slightest move.

Now, Marcus lowered her to the ground and turned her on her belly. He then folded her bound legs and tied her ankles to the dangling ends of the rope secured at the back of her neck. The hogtie was so tight Viola had to lift her thighs from the floor, but as she tried to lower her legs, she felt the pressure at her soft flesh increase.

»Now, struggle all you want – and enjoy the consequences!«

He brushed over the helpless girl`s soles, causing her to squirm and twitch and to utter small sounds. Laughing, Marcus now bent down to her and whispered:

»Now, will you test your gag for me, Viola dear? Will you scream as loud as you can?«

»Mhmmmph!«

»Of course, I have to make sure you are really trying. What if I told you that you are currently chewing on the loincloths of my favorite slave?«

The wave of horror and disgust caused Viola to retch and to try to press against the dense, foul tasting wad in her mouth with her tongue. This only caused a drip of drool to run down her throat and again, Viola groaned.

»Sorry, but I think you can do louder!«

Without warning, he squeezed her nipples and now, Viola screamed with pain! Then, with her buds still aflame, she panted and mewed as Marcus took her in his arms.

»I had to be sure, dear.«

Again, she felt something touch her left nipple – but he was holding her in his arms. Then, she felt his tongue encircle her still tingling breast top and she knew he was kissing her there.

»Mhhmmph!«

Viola weakly squirmed in her bonds, but Marcus just continued to pluck on her nipple with his lips, sending warm strays through her chest that shooed away the pain. When he turned over to her other breast, Viola felt more anticipating than fearful or enraged. She still squirmed, but when the rough hemp between her legs chaffed her, she found it irritating – and not in a bad way.

»Does it still hurt?«

Viola wasn`t sure what to answer. Indeed, her nipples didn`t hurt any longer, except for a slight throbbing for they were now hard and sensitive. But if she told him that, he would perhaps have stopped – and now, she wanted to get further, wanted to know what this man could do to her. The tingling in her breasts now had found an echo down in her lap and her body longed for being touched – touched by a stranger that had tied her up and was about to abduct her.

»Anyway, we should leave now!«

He put her over his shoulder and Viola arched in her bonds as this made the crotch rope dig deeper inside her. Then, he managed to climb up something that seemed to be a rope ladder to the opening in her bedroom`s roof. Holding her tight, he balanced over the flat roof and then jumped down.

»All right, let`s go!«

Suddenly, there were more hands and Viola was put inside a cart that quickly began to move. She was still hogtied and lying on the lap of Marcus – and whoever he was with now! She moaned and blushed under her gag and blindfold as she realized that now, another stranger saw her completely naked.

»She really is beautiful, Marcus«, a female voice now said and a hand ran over Viola`s breasts.

»So, you did question my good taste, Lydia? After all, I also have chosen you from all the slave girls available!«

»Forgive me, Master!«

However, the conversation did not sound as if Lydia was really obedient. Viola suddenly remembered what Marcus had said about her gag and she screamed into the vile tasting mass of cloth in her mouth.

»Easy, girl! Hold still!«

But Viola thrashed and squirmed until Marcus grabbed her and forced her to calm down. He bent her over his knees, so her butt was pointing up to him and the ropes hogtying her dug between her buttocks. It was an uncomfortable position, but worse was to come.

»You are a beauty, Viola. But you are lacking manners! It seems you are still a spoiled brat!«

»Mhhrrrmm!«

Viola screamed into her stifling gag as his hand landed on her butt. Marcus then waited for a few seconds before he spanked her again, giving the painful tingles time to stray through her body. Ten times, he beat her, before he loosened her hogtie and sat her on his lap. With tears in her blindfolded eyes, Viola sopped and whimpered as her sore butt touched his tunic – and she felt something between his legs. Something she knew from talking and from statues.

Now, Marcus held her in his arms, as gently as if they were lovers, and he even kissed her neck before he reached over and pulled off her blindfold.

Viola looked up at her abductor, blinking the tears away from her eyes.

»Welcome, Mistress!«

She spun around and looked at a brown haired girl that looked vaguely known to her. She smiled and mockingly bowed towards her. Marcus caressed her chin and said:

»Once you will be my wife, you will be her Mistress – but until then, the roles will be a bit different than you are used to. I am quite sure in other houses, it`s not the Mistress who is kept naked, bound and gagged.«

***

Viola shifted in her bonds. Not that much movement would have been possible, but after some hours, her limbs ached.

On their way to Marcus` small mansion, he had explained his perfidious, yet rather simple plan to her: Viola´s father was a man of Narcissus, one of the Emperor`s influential freedmen, whilst Marcus supported his rival Callistus. And now, he could force Viola`s father, the senator Cornelius Scaurus, into becoming one of Callistus` men, too.

»However, it`s not just politics, Viola dear. When I called you beautiful, I meant it that way!«

He had caressed her hair and looked at her and somehow, Viola, still bound and gagged, had trusted his words. And somehow, though it came from a criminal, it flattered her a bit.

Then, Lydia had spoken again:

»I am sure she might become a decent wife, Marcus. After all, she`s educated and of noble lineage. However, she is also spoiled, has quite a temper and sometimes doesn`t treat her slaves well.«

With a sardonic smile, Lydia had continued:

»You may know my elder brother, Crixus. Isn`t he in your household for some years now? We see each other regularly and he tells me everything about his life.  And since I knew that Marcus wanted to get you into his hands, I started making a list with all your sins.«

Viola had shuddered. Up to the last day, she would have considered her behavior just normal and appropriate, but now, this slave girl might consider a sin all the little things she had done to Crixus or Robin – and she would be the helpless victim of Lydia`s punishment!

Now, Marcus had spoken again, friendly and caressing her again:

»However, there will not only be punishment and pain for you in the future, Viola dear. There will also be – more pleasant things!«

He had kissed her forehead and then, he had blindfolded her again. For the rest of the trip, he and Lydia had remained silent. Marcus had kept her on his lap and she had felt that he still was hard, but he had not thrown himself upon her. However, she had felt his rough hands and Lydia`s soft ones all over her body.

The inability to see or speak, the contrast between the pain of her tight bonds and the more pleasant feelings caused by the two pairs of hands exploring her and her fears had left Viola in a turmoil of emotions. She had squirmed and moaned as they had carried her from the cart into the mansion and down some stairs – only to be rewarded by another spanking, 20 times this time.

Then, her bonds had been removed, but before Viola could have thought of touching her gag, she had been brought to her feet and chained to what seemed to be an Andreas` cross. With spread legs and raised arms, Viola half stood, half hung from her shackles as yet another chain was put around her neck, forcing her to keep her head up. Then, her blindfold had been removed and Marcus had at least taken away the damp cloth bound over her nose and mouth, allowing her to breathe a bit more easily, though the other layers of her gag remained in place.

»In a few hours, I will send a message to your father. He sure will not tell anything to anyone, just to ensure that you are safe. However, it will sure take some time to convince him to agree into our marriage.«

He paused, looking at Viola who tried to glance angrily, but still felt too overwhelmed. Besides, the cool air made her shiver and she noticed that it also made her nipples grow hard, pointing invitingly at Marcus.

»In the meantime, I hope that I can convince you to marry me, too.«

He had approached and Lydia had left the cellar. His eyes wandered over Viola`s naked, sweat-glistering body and she could not turn away or cover her assets. And somehow, the way he literally soaked in the impression of her wasn`t just scary. There was another, more pleasant feeling growing deep inside her as he now caressed her neck.

»To make one point clear: I don`t want to punish you for saying no to my proposal.«

Suddenly, his grip had tightened and his other hand had reached for her butt, clawing into her still sore buttock and making her mew through her gag.

»You will be punished if you don`t follow the orders from me or Lydia. If you try to escape or yell for help or if you simply refuse to relieve yourself in front of us.«

Viola croaked and stared at him. Marcus smiled:

»But I will never order you to marry me and I will not punish you for saying no! I just hope that I can convince you to say yes!«

His grip on her throat and buttock loosened and he began to caress her again. Viola felt his lips on her neck, wandering down her throat and licking the sweat from her skin before he concentrated on her breasts. She let out a moan and Marcus stopped, looking up at her:

»Is that a yes already, Viola?«

With an indignant grunt, she shook her head and he smiled:

»So, I have to be a bit more – persuasive?«

Again, he went for her breasts, kneading them as he also kissed her nipples, licking them and also teasing them with his teeth. Viola sighed and closed her eyes, anticipating how long it would finally take him to fully persuade her.

The End