Chapter 20

When in Rome...

NOAH GUIDED HER THROUGHthe maze of bodies on the jam-packed playroom floor. The strident cries of pleasure and pain, the mingling scents of leather and sweat and sex, which sounded disgusting but was actually enticingly erotic, and the carnal acts on full naked display were something she didn't think she'd ever get used to. If something new or shocking caught her eye, he stopped to explain and let her watch, albeit briefly.

When they finally reached the staircase at the rear, their tardiness hadn't gone unnoticed by Master Thomas who manned the velvet rope. As gatekeeper, he only allowed those with reservations and a limited number of spectators to pass. It created an illusion of exclusivity, but Noah had once told her it was for safety. The mezzanine, with its open railing, could only hold a fraction of the members crowding the main floor.

"Doc," the DM greeted Noah when they walked up. He could have been the twin brother of Vin Diesel from the Fast and Furious movies, only bigger, balder, and better looking.

"Doc," Noah said in return.

"Wait? He's a doctor too?" Fiona asked, not having heard this about him before.

The older dom, who looked like he had a few years on Noah, nodded. "There are about twelve of us in the membership at last count. We can't all be Doc, or it would get confusing. You can keep calling me Master Thomas, little subbie." He winked at her then frowned at Noah. "I thought I was going to have to give your room away. You know we only hold them for twenty minutes."

Noah seemed surprised. "Actually, I wasn't aware of that rule. I rarely use the theme rooms."

"You're lucky, then. You have three minutes to spare." He opened the rope, smiling at Fiona as they passed. "I'm sure you'll still enjoy your abbreviated journey into the past."

She twisted to look back at him as they climbed the narrow staircase single file. There wasn't room to be side by side with the stream of members descending at the same time. "What did he mean by that?"

His lips curved into a sly smile. "Prepare to have your world rocked, pet."

At the sly smile curving his lips, which promised untold wickedness awaiting her, she tripped. She caught the rail, but it was Noah's hands on her waist that saved her.

"Watch your step, kitten. We wouldn't want any broken teeth. Although two of the doctors Thomas mentioned are actually DDSs."

Fortunately, she made it to the top without requiring the help of either dentist. "I'm dying of curiosity. Which one is it?"

"Guess," he playfully challenged, coming even with her on the landing. He reclaimed her hand and moved them along what looked like a long balcony. The railing on one side and the theme rooms on the other.

Because she'd spent countless hours fantasizing about how his medical training would enhance playtime, she blurted out without thinking, "The exam room?"

He half grunted, half groaned, revealing his desire for anything but that. "That's too much like work."

Fiona hid her disappointment that she'd have to wonder longer.

Suddenly, he stopped and turned back. Fiona skidded to a halt to keep from slamming into him but wasn't fast enough. Knocked off-balance, she lurched toward the rail. In a flash, she imagined flipping over it and landing on countless people, injuring them all, or worse.

Noah caught her around the waist, saving her from another near catastrophe.

"Unless you're into that," he said, as if she hadn't nearly tumbled to her death. "Are you?"

Confused, she blinked up at him. "Am I what, sir?"

"Into playing doctor."

Heat invaded her cheeks as she searched for an answer that didn't completely embarrass herself. "I can't really say. I've never..."

"You've never," he repeated, a slow smile lighting up his face. "Then I'll have to make an exception for you, won't I? But not tonight. The sultan has other plans."

Fiona's heart pounded with excitement as Noah brought her to a halt in front of room nine, known as the Sultan's Chamber. She'd peeked into the opulent room once and hadn't forgotten it. The walls were papered in textured purple and contrasted beautifully with the luxurious jewel-toned linens and furniture. Sconces on the wall flickered like they were real candles, and the scent of incense added to the exotic atmosphere.

It was the stuff of fantasies, which was the point. A rush of exhilaration flooded her senses as she imagined the wicked delights her dominant sultan had in store for her.

With his hand on the knob, Noah twisted, facing her with eyes gleaming before he opened the door. "When we step inside, we're no longer dominant and submissive, but sultan and his favorite concubine. Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, Your Highness," she replied, her voice husky with anticipation.

"Very nice, pet. This is going to be fun."

He opened the door and swept her inside. Although nothing had changed from what she remembered, she tried to take it all in at one time.

"It's beautiful," she breathed.

"Not as beautiful as my favorite slave girl," he replied, leading her farther into the room so he could close the door and switch on the light, denoting it was in use. "While I prepare for our evening, I want you to strip, kneel in the center of the rug, and await your master's pleasure."

Her body tingling with a mixture of nerves and arousal, she moved to her designated place. She trusted Noah completely. He would take care of her and push her to new heights of submission. Despite the usual dynamic of the concubine serving the master, he always went above and beyond to fulfill her desires, so she looked forward to the intense pleasure that awaited her as well.

While she removed her new dress and folded it carefully, she heard him moving around behind her. Hinges creaked, and the soft thud of his footsteps tempted her to turn around and see what he was up to. But if he wanted her to know, he would tell her.

He'd mentioned several times how anticipation heightened the state of play, so she kept her eyes forward as she knelt naked as he'd directed. Feeling the thickness of the rug beneath her knees, she silently expressed gratitude to the room designer that it wasn't a cold and unforgiving tile or hardwood. But it muted the sound of his approach, and she jumped when, suddenly, next to her, he ran his fingers through her hair, left loose because he liked it that way.

"Although it's beautiful as it is, falling in glossy waves around your shoulders," he murmured as he stroked the length of it. "For what I have in mind for you tonight, it's in my way."

Her hands rose to brush it forward, but he stopped her.

"Allow me."

Deftly, he twisted and clipped it in place high on her head. Now, there was nothing between her skin and his hands or his eyes, which could look their fill of her, flaws and all.

She sucked in a breath and tightened her stomach muscles, as if she could hide her overly round belly. Of course, Master Observant noticed.

"We'll have none of that," he scolded gently. "Every square inch of your lovely body belongs to me. Isn't that true?"

He moved her hands to the back of her neck. She automatically laced her fingers, as she answered, "Yes, sir."

"Yes, master," he corrected.

He'd never insisted she call him that before, but tonight, in this exotic space that seemed worlds away from modern day LA, she would do so, and gladly.

"Yes, master. I belong completely to you," she replied, her voice unwavering as she quickly embraced her role in his game.

"Then there will be no hiding what is mine," he admonished more sternly. "I selected you personally because of your beauty. Are you insinuating that your master has questionable taste?"

"No, sir. I mean, master."

"Such an insult would not be tolerated," he warned, a stern look in his eyes. "You are worth every gold piece I parted with to have you in my harem. Your beauty is incomparable; let's hope your submission is, too."

Noah moved in front of her. He'd changed out of his black shirt and trousers into loose-fitting linen pants and nothing else, his muscular chest gloriously bare.

"Let's put it to the test. It has been a trying day. I believe I'd like my slave girl to help me relax before we begin our session." He bent, caught her chin in his hand, and held her still as his mouth covered hers. Leisurely, he explored, his tongue tasting and caressing and tracing. She craved more when he ended it and pulled away ever so slightly. "Your talented lips and tongue, and that hot mouth, have a way of helping me decompress and unwind."

He released her, rose to his full towering height, and crossed the room to recline in a red velvet, gilded chair she hadn't noticed until now. It was obviously a throne, and Noah looked every bit the Sultan lounging in it. The master of all he surveyed—including his supplicating concubine. As she watched, he dipped his hand into his pants and freed his very large, very hard erection. While he stroked it, his gaze on her, he arched a brow as if to say, "It's your move."

"It will be my pleasure to take care of that for you, master," she said sincerely, her smile genuine.

Noah's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. She enjoyed holding the weight of him in her hand, stroking and squeezing. She found pleasure in pleasing him when she licked slowly up his length, closed her lips around the head, and took him as deep as she could, toward the back of her throat. With so much of him, it certainly was a challenge. Best of all, when his breathing turned heavy, and husky groans arose from his throat and chest, and his fingers sank into her hair as he fucked her mouth, she reveled in the shift of power to her for a time as he lost control because of her.

Fiona rose to go to him.

"Uh, uh, uh. A slave does not stand while her master is seated."

She hesitated. Was he suggesting she crawl? She'd never done that before.

With her surroundings in mind and the character she was being asked to embody, she couldn't help thinking, when in Rome... Or in this case, when in Constantinople.

Watching him watch her, she dropped to her hands and knees on the floor—thankful once again for the rug—then, on all fours, she moved toward him. The way his lips parted, and his blue eyes flashed with fire, and the tightening of his grip on his cock told her he was very pleased with her efforts.

When she reached him and knelt between his legs, she placed her hands on his knees and glided them up his thighs, eager to touch him. But more so, she wanted to taste him.

He bent forward, stopping her as his hands framed her face and tilted it to his. "Good girl! You didn't let self-doubts stop you. You crawled over here without hesitation to claim what you wanted. I'm proud of you, kitten."

No longer in the role of the powerful sultan, he became the man who'd been diligent in beating back a lifetime of criticism, self-doubt, and recriminations about her size, weight, curves, and jiggles, all of which he claimed to adore. And he kissed her tenderly, with a wealth of feeling that made her melt into a puddle of goo. Already at his feet, she didn't have far to go.

When it ended, and he leaned back to resume their scene, she couldn't hold back her overflowing emotions.

"How could I ever have thought you capable of saying such cruel words?" she asked, her voice cracking on a sob of regret. "I owe you a dozen apologies every day to make up for that."

"It was an understandable mistake, for which I forgave you weeks ago. Think no more of it."

"That's easier said than done, master."

"I won't accept endless apologies. Make it up to me by being as confident every day as you were when you crawled to me naked. Can you do that?"

She nodded. "I'll try, but I might need some reminders, and a lot of patience. Can you do that for me?"

"Watch me," he promised as his lips brushed hers once more. "We've gotten off track with our scene."

"A little," she said with a sniffle.

"Are you ready to submit to me, pretty slave girl?"

She smiled up at him and echoed his vow, "Watch me, master."

"With pleasure," he said with a chuckle, and leaned back again. "Now then, unless you want to be over my knees rather than between them, you'd best start sucking."

What a choice. A spanking, which, wonders of all wonders, she'd come to appreciate, wholeheartedly, or a blow job, which she also very much enjoyed.

His laughter filled the room at her hesitation while clearly contemplating which route to take.

"Tell you what. We finish my scene as I've planned it, and I'll see about an encore with your red-hot bottom squirming on my lap."

"Deal!" she agreed as she brushed his hand away and her fingers encircled his cock.

"Uh, uh, naughty kitten. I don't recall giving you permission to use your hands. Keep them behind your head, fingers laced, and use only your mouth."

If he hadn't been hard, hands free would have posed a challenge. But his cock stood up straight and proud, and she greedily took a big mouthful. Her reward was a low, sexy growl of pleasure rumbling up from his throat. It was the encouragement she needed, and she sucked and licked and slurped, with her head bobbing up and down, trying to get him to repeat it, again and again.

She worked diligently to bring him off for a solid fifteen minutes, but before her job was done, he growled, "Enough. Any more of that, and I'll come down your throat."

"Yes, please," she answered around a mouthful of him.

"I don't think so," he replied, his voice strained as he sank both hands into her hair and prevented another deep glide. "We have the room for four hours. I don't plan to spend the rest of it napping."

He patted his thighs.

"Up here, pretty kitty. I have a surprise for you."

Disappointed she hadn't reached her goal but now curious, she climbed into his lap. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her. She was his—body and soul—forever. And that body was ready to be taken.

"Come inside me, master. I need you."

His hand came down in a swift and stingy swat on her bottom. "The sultan gives the orders, not his pretty slave. Lie facedown on my lap."

She didn't think they were through, and it wasn't time for the encore, but who was she to argue with a king? Quickly, she got into position, hoping he would intersperse some much-needed fingering amid the swats.

His broad palm swept over her hip and pulled her in closer. Her big dominant softie was always concerned with her comfort and safety, as ironic as that sounded. With her secured, his long fingers dipped between her thighs and stroked her pussy. All the foreplay and roleplay had her so aroused she couldn't keep still. She parted her legs and pressed into his touch.

"You're incredibly wet, and so very eager," he hummed in approval. "Sucking cock gets my pretty concubine hot."

"Sucking you until you come in my mouth gets me hotter, master. But this is very nice too."

He chuckled. "Only nice? Let's see if I can up my game."

Two fingers sank into her as his thumb worked her clit. Soon he had her wriggling all over his thighs and had to clamp an arm around her waist, or she'd have tumbled to the floor.

"Are you ready to come?"

"Yes, sir. I mean, master. Please, may I?"

"Not quite yet. I have one other surprise for you first."

Instead of the spanking she'd hoped for, she heard the crinkle of plastic and the wet splat of lube. Something soft brushed her legs, but it barely registered as he parted her cheeks with his fingers.

An anal plug before and during the big O? She could live with that.

Cool and slick, he slid the rounded tip over her tight opening, preparing it before applying pressure. Instinctively, she tensed. Ordinarily, it was an exit only, after all.

"Breathe and relax your muscles," he murmured in a deep hypnotic tone. When she followed his instructions, the slippery plug popped right in.

He tugged on it. The plug shifted, pressed against the ring of muscles, but it stayed in place.

"Very good. That should stay put."

He surprised her again by lifting her and setting her back on her knees. She frowned and looked behind her when something brushed her legs again. She twisted one way and the other, which made Noah–er, um, the sultan–chuckle.

"What did you do?" she asked, frowning at him.

He arched a brow, which was enough to make her repeat her question in a more submissive and polite tone.

"If it pleases, master, your slave girl would like to know what that is? It tickles."

His hand slid behind her neck and pressed her forward until her cheek rested against his bare foot and her plugged ass pointed high in the air.

"Every palace needs a sultan, and every sultan needs a precious pet. And every warm, soft, cute little kitty, which is my absolute favorite pet, needs a tail."

She gasped as, with another tug, the plug slid out halfway then reseated. He also rubbed the softness, which she now recognized as fur, over her cheeks and thighs.

Her face flamed as hot as the sun and more liquid desire flooded her sex. Was there a limit to the naughty, perverted things he could do to her that wouldn't turn her on?

His fingers trailed over the wetness that had trickled onto her inner thighs. "Kitty likes her new tail." He patted her behind. "Go curl up on the bed and wait for me."

After the last time, she knew better than to walk, so she crawled across the thick carpet to the huge satin-draped bed, feeling his eyes on her undulating ass and swishing tail as she went. The fullness of the plug shifting as she moved, and the brush of the fur on her sensitive places was enough to make her come. How depraved was she?

She was also panting and sweating a bit from holding off an orgasm, which would have disappointed her sultan greatly, as she climbed up on the platform and then up on the high, luxurious bed.

"That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen," he declared, a rasp in his deep voice. "Expect to wear your tail often, sweet kitty cat."

Her body humming with arousal, Fiona stretched, arching her back like a feline, then stretched out on the sumptuous satin sheets amid the myriad of pillows. His avid gaze, taking in her every move, made her feel not so much like a concubine who lived and breathed for her master's pleasure but the pampered pet he'd made her.

Because she didn't know how much longer she could hold off, she dared tease him a bit, parting her legs and running her hands between them. She bypassed her pussy—a no-no to play with unless she had permission—and glided her hands up her body, the entire time moaning softly, wishing her touch was his.

Naked, he entered the bed from the bottom, pushing her thighs wide as he settled between them. "Naughty kitty for teasing her master. Now, you'll pay."

His tongue licked hotly into her, making her cry out.

"No coming until I say," he reminded her before going in for a second, more extensive taste. When his tongue circled her clit and two fingers sank into her already well-primed pussy, her body bowed off the bed. "Be still, unless you want to be restrained."

"Yes! Because that's the only way I'll be able to."

His face appeared above hers, serious now. They still hadn't gone beyond self-restraint. "Are you certain?"

"I trust you, master. I'm certain."

He considered her answer, his eyes searching her face, then he nodded.

"Not your hands. Those will remain free this first time." He claimed a kiss with lips tasting of her. "My brave, beautiful girl," he murmured into her mouth, his praise making her tremble.

True to his word, he left her hands unrestrained but cuffed and secured her ankles to the lower two posts of the four-poster bed. From beneath the mattress, he produced a strap that held her snugly around the middle. Then he returned to his place between her thighs and feasted—that was the only word that came to her pleasure-drugged brain—on her pussy.

When her fingers sank into his hair, he allowed it. When she moaned helplessly, he added a third finger. But when she begged him for release, he ignored her. Until she cried out, "I want to obey and please you, master, but I swear I can't hold out another minute."

He rose onto his knees and, twisting, released her ankles. But he didn't allow them to wind around him as she wanted. Instead, he pressed her knees to her chest, holding her there with his body while he linked her ankle cuffs to the posts at the top of the bed.

Gasping for breath and struggling not to come, she gazed at him between her widely parted thighs and splayed pussy. "Please, my sultan. Have mercy."

With his cock in hand, he glided the head through her wetness then, proving he could be as merciful as he was powerful, sank into her. In her wide-open position, he went deep, the plug in her ass giving her a sensation of fullness like she'd never experienced before.

Fiona whimpered as the first spasms began in her lower belly; what control she had left was at its end.

Noah pulled out, groaning the next second when he drove into her again. His thumb found her clit.

"You may come now," he allowed in a strained voice that proved he also strived to maintain control.

His permission given, her hands slid up his chest, and her fingers curled into his shoulders as her body succumbed to the ecstasy that had been building.Her only regret she was too far gone in her passion to watch as his pleasure overtook him.