ass and slapped one cheek hard. The woman jumped, and for the first time since she’d began, he hardened further.
“How long has it been since you had a woman to warm your bed?” Nero asked, already knowing the answer.
“Too long, Your Excellency.”
Yes, Nero had heard as much. He’d married into a wealthier family with a pretty daughter, but the thing about pretty flowers is they wilted when taken out of the sun. Rumors ran abound in the capital that he was too rough with her. Liked to leave bruises. Marks.
Nero liked those things too.
Except, unlike Lord Zairaynas, Nero’s pretty flowers didn’t get to run back to the sun when they decided it was too much.
“Would you like to taste her too?” the emperor asked, and the girl on his lap faltered for a second. Her heartbeat quickened in fear. Her skin grew flushed, and it had nothing to do with her ministrations.
“If Your Excellency is offering, I would not decline . . .” the good captain said, licking his lips again as his control started to slip and he drank in her pale form.
“Up,” Nero commanded once more, slapping her backside again. The girl slowed, as if dazed, though he knew that wasn’t the case. She slowly lifted herself off him and stumbled back a step.
“Your Excellency,” she murmured in a submissive and frightened tone.
His length twitched, and Nero smiled.
“Show your appreciation to Lord Zairaynas. His wife has been gone for quite a long time. Offer him your ass to use as he likes,” Nero said.
His thumb brushed across his bottom lip as he narrowed his eyes on the girl. Her cheeks went pink, and the pulse in her neck fluttered like a little bird.
She didn’t want to. Nero could tell that easily by the way she fumbled over her words.
She was a virgin there. She’d been a virgin everywhere before he’d paid for her.
Nero liked them young and inexperienced.
There were no bad habits he had to break, though he did love doing it.
“My lord,” she began. “Would you like my ass?” Her cherry red mouth trembled.
“I would,” he growled roughly.
“No bed,” Nero chided as she started to move toward it. “Turn around and give it to him where you are.”
Her legs were stiff as she turned around and bent at the waist. There was nothing in front of her to grab but Nero’s knees, and even she was not so foolish as to try that.
Behind her, Zairaynas unlaced his trousers and pulled his length free.
“Hold your cheeks open for him,” Nero commanded, his own shaft stiffening further as her eyes started to water. She reached around with shaking hands and grasped her pale flesh, pulling it to either side.
The lord loomed behind her, and when he began to push in, the tears fell. She pressed her lips together, trying not to openly sob. Zairaynas was not a small man.
When he was seated firmly, her hips started to careen forth, but he grabbed them and began to pound into her. Nero paid little attention to how roughly he took her beyond the sheen of crimson that covered the other man’s length. Her tears were what interested him. They painted her face prettier than the makeup ever could.
“Ask him to finish inside you,” Nero said, relishing the way she was powerless.
“P-please finish inside me,” she said, choking on the words.
It was only a few more moments before Zairaynas groaned. His hips jerked. The movements stilling.
Overall, the whole ordeal had only been a minute or two.
But Nero was harder than he’d been in the previous twenty.
The girl’s eyes fractured like glass as Zairaynas pulled out of her. Blood and seed dripped down her legs as he laced himself back up.
“Thank you, Your Excellency,” the captain said to Nero, without regard for the girl he’d used.
“Leave us,” Nero said. He’d served his purpose, and now Nero would enjoy the spoils.
He didn’t lift his eyes from the girl as Zairaynas exited the tent. The musician still played, never missing a note.
“Now,” he said, with a savage grin. “Where were we?”
Her eyes went wide as Nero motioned to the ground in front of him. She stepped forward and then hesitantly dropped to her knees. When her hand went to wipe the tears from her face, Nero grabbed it, stopping her.
“Leave them,” he commanded. He used his free hand to run down her cheek, almost gently. She leaned into the soft touch until he curled his fingers around her jaw and pressed inward. Her mouth popped