"I thought you weren't going?"
Eve stood before the oval mirror and stared at her reflection. Marcus leaned against the door frame, watching her.
"What happened to respectfully declining?"
Eve studied her appearance in the mirror without answering her brother. Her hair was pulled up and pinned, but for a few tendrils framing her face. Her skin was freshly washed, and glowed. The dress that had been delivered fit her perfectly, elegantly. She'd never worn anything so elegant or lovely. But she had to wonder why a man like Rhonan would bother dressing her up just so he could dress her down again. What did he care what dress she wore if he planned on leaving it in a heap by his bed anyway?
Eve slowly turned her eyes from the mirror to her brother. "What?" she asked low, soft.
"I asked what happened to you respectfully declining Rhonan's invitation?"
Turning away from Marcus, Eve said, "I accepted his invitation publicly. It would be rude and in bad taste to back out."
"That isn't what you said this morning." Marcus pointed out. "What changed your mind?"
Eve gazed at her reflection. What could she say that would satisfy Marcus? She couldn't tell him the truth - not ever. What would he think of Rhonan coming to their house and...making himself at home? He would probably think it was perfectly all right. After all, didn't she need a man like Rhonan?
"Is there something you're not telling me?" Marcus pressed, and Eve wished he would just go away. She couldn't lie to him, she had never been able to. She had to tell him at least a partial truth, or not say anything at all. And if she said nothing, he would needle her until she gave it up.
"What does it matter why I changed my mind?" She said, avoiding his question. "You wanted me to go and I'm going."
"Yes." Marcus spoke slowly, eyeing her suspiciously. "But you were quite emphatic about not going. Something had to have happened that made you decide otherwise."
A flurry of butterflies filled Eve's stomach. She was uneasy and nervous enough without her brother hounding her for details. Nausea simmered inside her. Could she really go through with this? And if she didn't...how would Rhonan retaliate? He clearly wasn't a man who liked to be told no to.
Marcus snapped his fingers in front of Eve's face and she flinched. "What?" She asked with exasperation.
"You're hiding something from me." It wasn't a question. "Does little Eve have a secret?"
"No." Eve answered a bit too fast and with too much emphasis. She may as well have yelled out Yes!
Marcus stepped towards her and poked at her with his index fingers, prodding and teasing. "I think you do have a secret."
Eve flinched away each time he poked her. "Stop it, Marcus. I do not."
He kept it up, tickling as he poked. "Come on, tell me. It's got to be good if you're so determined not to tell me."
Eve wriggled away from his assault. "Stop it." The seriousness in her voice halted him.
Marcus backed away, holding his hands up a bit defensively. "Okay." He turned and headed for the doorway.
Guilt stabbed at Eve and she wanted to scream. She didn't need this right now. But she loved her brother and it really bothered her when she felt like she'd hurt his feelings somehow.
"Marcus." Eve tried to call him back but he was already gone. She stared at her herself in the mirror and sighed heavily. "God, please just let this night be over."
When the carriage arrived just after dark, Eve wasn't anywhere near ready to face Rhonan again. She longed for Marcus to put his arms around her and tell her everything would be fine, as he always did. But tonight, he'd made himself scarce. She was on her own.
The carriage ride into town seemed to take only minutes, though Eve knew it had to have been much longer. As the carriage rumbled and bounced up over the cobblestone bridge that was the entrance to the town, Eve's stomach pinched fiercely with anxiety and unease. She hadn't eaten all day, so there was nothing to come up, but that didn't prevent her stomach from wanting to try and purge itself.
She tried to console herself as the carriage bumped over the stone street, carrying her closer and closer to the one man she both feared and desired the most. Perhaps Marcus had been right and all the rumors she'd heard about the gladiators were just that - rumors. But the memory of her encounter with Rhonan at her home earlier that same day convinced her that the rumors were true. Rhonan clearly believed he had a right to take what he wanted, when he wanted it.
Even tensed even more as the carriage drew to a stop. Rhonan might think she was an easy conquest. But Eve was determined to prove the gladiator dead wrong.
Rhonan stood at the east window of his chambers, hands clasp casually behind his back. He watched the carriage arrive. When the driver opened the carriage door, Eve stepped out, wearing the gown he'd sent her. Even from a great distance away, he could detect the tension gripping her.
The carriage driver walked her into the large hall where the gaieties had already begun. Rhonan remained at the window after Eve had moved out of his sight. He realized his hands were now clasped tightly together behind his back and a tightness gripped his muscles. His pulse was racing. How was it that this woman could have such an effect on him? Was it simply because she had resisted him when all other women fell at his feet?
Rhonan closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, held it then released it slowly. It wasn't merely her resistance of him that had so captivated both his body and mind. It was something else, something more. But he had yet to figure out just what it was.
The sudden knock at the door was expected, and he turned slowly. "Enter."
A young male servant entered and paused just inside the doorway. "Sir, Lady Eve has arrived."
Rhonan nodded. The young servant gave him a brief, respectful bow and left the room.
A new tension gripped Rhonan. He turned back to the window. A low throb settled in his crotch, causing his dick to harden and his balls tingle. Just that one quick glimpse of her leaving the carriage, hair pulled up away from her lovely face, the way the dress hugged her shapely body...just that alone was nearly more than he could handle. It would take every ounce of his will to control himself once in her presence.
A low groan rose in his throat as the throbbing in his crotch intensified. The tingling sensation in his balls was spreading down through his thighs, making his legs feel weak. How could he face her like this? Could he even walk straight with his cock so hard it felt like a chunk of steel between his legs?
He gripped the stone sill of the window and groaned tightly.
Rhonan spun around, startled by the sudden presence. He stared hard at the young woman standing in the door, a metal pitcher in her hands. She recoiled a bit from the hard look in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, M'Lord." She spoke low, submissive. "I don't mean to intrude. Do you require any services before you join the festivities?"
Rhonan started to wave her away, taking a step forward. He was instantly reminded of his uncomfortable condition when his swollen dick inhibited his movement. If he faced Eve in this condition, he would prove her right about the forcefulness of Gladiators. He wouldn't be able to contain himself.
"I do." Rhonan spoke thickly. He motioned her inside. "Please, close the door."
The young woman shut the door then came forward and set the water pitcher on the table.
Rhonan approached her a bit stiffly and moved around behind her. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent then reached down and lifted the back of her dress. He urged her to lean over the edge of the table. She did so without resistance. The female servants were well aware of their duties to the men they served.
Bunching the dress up around her waist, Rhonan rubbed his hands slowly down over her firm ass. He opened his eyes and unfastened the front of his garment, loosing his throbbing cock. He stepped forward and thrust his dick into her pussy hard and deep, burying every thick inch in her tight, welcoming body. She gasped sharply. Rhonan groaned thickly and closed his eyes again, envisioning Eve, the way her wet, naked body had felt in his hands...her rounded breasts sweet in his mouth...her warm, creamy pussy against his fingertips.
Rhonan released a strangled growl and began to thrust his swollen cock into the woman's tight pussy, pulling her hips back against him as he fucked her harder. Her inner pussy muscles squeezed and sucked at his dick as he drove it into her relentlessly, rocking her against the table and moving the table itself.
The young woman gasped loudly and moaned as Rhonan's cock assaulted her pussy. Rhonan's eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he grunted and growled through a clenched jaw and fucked her with increasing intensity, stabbing her with his dick until a mind shattering sensation tightened his balls and spiraled through his lower abdomen.
Rhonan roared loud and slammed his cock deep inside her pussy, holding it as he exploded forcefully, filling her with hot cum. He gripped her hips fiercely and fucked her fast and erratic as he emptied his balls completely.
A deep shuddering breath escaped Rhonan and he stepped back, tugging his cock from the servant girl's wet pussy. Thick cum oozed out of her opening, a stringy line still connected to the head of his dick. His balls were empty but his member remained very heavy. He shoved it back inside his garments then lowered the young woman's dress.
"That'll be all." He rasped thickly.
"M'Lord." She bowed and left the room.
Rhonan drew in another deep breath and released it slow. Eve was waiting for him downstairs. Only now was he ready to face her, confident he could remain in control of himself.