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A Roman Socialite and Her Tamer (Nurse x Houdini)

"No!" she protested loudly as he rolled on top of her. She used her free hand to try to push him away and she at least turned her face to the side and kept attempting to wrench her captive wrist away from him. "I don't care what other army wives do!" she said heatedly to him, getting angry now. This was not a playful conquest, this was an attempt at force. "I adore making love with you, and prefer that to all other things! Why are you trying to make me do this?"
 
Her words almost got to him, but there was some invisible shield there which stopped her words from penetrating to his heart. If he had been the man he was before he'd left, Justus never would have tried to force this on her in a million years. He adored Adonna and everything about her. But he was still in soldier mode, and something had happened which made that difficult to break out of. A soldier imposed his will, the will of his army, by force. And that was all Justus understood at the moment. "No," he shouted, letting go of her wrist at last, but holding her down against the bed by her shoulders, kneeling over her stomach. He pressed his tunic up again, as it had fallen down, and pushed his cock right up against her face, forcing it upon her cheek and side of her mouth as she tried to turn away. "Take it in your mouth, Adonna," he boomed.
 
She felt tears well up in her eyes as he grabbed ahold of her shoulders and pinned her down to the bed. She suddenly felt like a prisoner here, not a devoted wife. She couldn't understand why he was being so mean to her. He hadn't been like this the last time he had come home. What had been different this time that he had grown so cold? She didn't like it, whatever it was. He wasn't her Justus anymore. "No," she protested, barely opening her mouth so that he couldn't try to force it in, "No. Get off me,"
 
Adonna was smart not to open wide, because he almost certainly would have tried to jam his manhood down her throat if she had. "I won't get off you," Justus vowed, fire in his eyes as he glared down at her. "I would think you'd know by now that I get what I want," he reminded her. "Or do I need to find you a mirror so you can look at your ass and remember?" he asked rhetorically and cruelly. "Now open up," he demanded, letting one hand off her shoulder, pinching at her cheeks so that her mouth started to open a little, holding his cock now with the other hand, ready to shove it inside when the moment was right.
 
She felt a sting to her heart when he mentioned the brand on her ass. She'd come to love that brand and had even stroked it a few times while he was a way to remind herself that she belonged to her amazing husband. She swallowed uneasily as he pinched her cheeks together, the tears in her eyes about to spill over. He wasn't going to get off of her. He was going to make her do this vile deed no matter what she said or did. So she resignedly turned her head to look up at him, but all she saw was his cock which she wanted no part of tonight. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. If he was going to do this to her, then she would not help him or watch.
 
Justus smiled an evil smile as she opened up, resigned to the fact that she had to take him in. "That's a good girl," he said softly, guiding his cock inside her reluctant mouth, fully at attention now. Once it was inside, he looked down incredulously as she didn't even close her mouth around him. "Hey!" he shouted, slapping her across the cheek, bouncing his cock around in her mouth as it jiggled following the slap. "You have to close your mouth and suck on me. Or at least let me move in and out," he explained a little angrily.
 
Adonna was taken completely by surprise when he slapped her across the face. Her eyes widened and her tears silently slid down her cheeks. He had never hit her like that before. Well, once. Before they were married. But not since. Not even when they fought, he never hit her. He spanked her a lot and pinched her hip playfully, but he never hit her. She couldn't believe he'd just done that. She didn't know what to do. Her mind told her to refuse him but her heart told her to submit to her husband's will. So she slowly closed her lips around him, sealing him in, but didn't suck.
 
Justus frowned when she closed her mouth over him. He accepted that as the best he was going to get. So he began doing most of the work himself, pushing slowly in and out of her mouth, her saliva quickly coating his manhood. She couldn't help, of course, her tongue rubbing up against his cock a little bit, and it unintentionally stroked some of his sensitive ridges as he pushed his way in and out. "How do I taste, Adonna?" he taunted, looking down at her and noticing her eyes were closed. "Open your eyes and look at me," he demanded.
 
She felt like she was going to throw up at any moment. Except that she knew that she wouldn't do that to him, even if he was being horrible to her. She was just praying silently to Strenua for the strength to get through this and for the understanding that sometimes her husband needed things that she didn't like. She grimaced when he asked her how he tasted. Bad. Actually, she wasn't paying any attention to that. It was too difficult for her to do that. She shook her head when he told her to open her eyes and look at him.
 
Justus could take Adonna not being too into oral sex this first time. But he couldn't take her refusing him. He began squeezing at her cheeks a little bit with his hand to make a tighter fit for his cock. He couldn't sink himself all the way in, but all the sensitive areas were getting enough attention inside her warmth, evident by the fact that he now let out a deep groan. "Open you eyes," he ordered again, leaning all his weight onto his manhood so that it pushed hard against the back of her throat and touched her gag reflex off. "Open them and look at me while you suck me," he growled, pressing still, threatening to push harder if she didn't.
 
She gagged hard when he put all of his weight on her mouth, pushing his manhood back into her throat. She absolutely hated that and had not been expecting him to be so cruel to her, even after he'd gone this far. She gagged again as he pressed further, a silent threat to go even further if she didn't do what he wanted. She reluctantly opened her reddened and tear filled eyes and looked up at him sadly.
 
Justus pulled back from her throat once she opened his eyes. "See, that wasn't so hard," he chided mockingly. "You only needed to do what I asked." Looking down constantly into her pained eyes now, he rocked in and out, squeezing at her cheeks to make her mouth hug him tighter. Beginning to rock in and out more quickly, he soon got quite worked up and began bucking harder, although he did his best to stay out of her throat. Thrusting hard into her once, he ejected his sticky seed into her mouth, filling it up as he kept holding her mouth around his now satisfied manhood.
 
Adonna absolutely lost it when she felt him ejaculate in her mouth. She screamed and bucked against him, clawing at his tunic with her angry hands as she began to sob. She kicked at him too, going absolutely mad. She started to choke on his seed, refusing to swallow any of it. She was highly tempted to bite on his manhood but she knew that that would anger him more than anything else so she hoped that he would just pull out of her mouth and allow her to spit this disgusting stuff out before she had to bite him.
 
All of a sudden, Justus had a fascination with his seed in her mouth. He'd had his pleasure, but it wasn't enough. He wanted her to swallow it. So he quickly withdrew his cock from her mouth, but at the same moment, slid his hand over her mouth and pressed it down tightly. "Swallow it all," he demanded, his eyes darting around in wicked fascination as she kicked, convulsed, and choked on it. "Swallow it," he demanded, batting her flailing arms away with his free hand and trying to force her legs down with his own, which wasn't easy, she was so determined.
 
She felt only a split second of relief when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. At least she didn't have to worry about accidentally seriously hurting him while she fought him. She might hurt him a little bit, but she could live with that. She shook her head viciously and grabbed hold of the hand against her mouth with both of hers, trying desperately to pull it away from her mouth while she still choked on his seed and tried her best not to swallow any of it.
 
Adonna had adrenaline on her side, as she really didn't want to swallow. But Justus had bullheaded determination, and he pressed down with all his strength, moving his strong hand along with her face as she threw it all around, trying to get away as she choked on his seed At one moment, she turned her head violently to the side, and his hand came away for a second, a glob of cum being spat out, but then he returned the hand right back to its place. As she fought with him, he began pulling up her gown, wrestling it up over her hips with his free hand. "Swallow, dammit," he shouted, pressing down hard on her bare stomach
 
She screamed when he started to pull her gown up. What was he going to do now, rape her?! She finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and the scream hadn't helped. She swallowed the sour tasting cum, it took her a couple of swallows to get it all down. Once she swallowed it all she screamed more and more, hoping that he would get off of her in hopes that she would stop her relentless screaming. She felt so disgusting right now. The man on top of her was not her husband.
 
Justus finally relented when she swallowed. He didn't even know himself what he was going to do if she kept fighting, but he thought it would scare her when he pulled up her gown. Watching every drop slide down her throat as she gulped, he finally took his hand off her mouth, warm and steamy from her breath. Her screams filled the room as he freed her mouth and tongue, rolling off her and lying on the bed next to her, smoothing out his tunic back over his body as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He folded his hands behind his head and laid back on them, looking over at Adonna
 
As soon as he was off of her Adonna sat up and got off of the bed. She stormed towards the door to the bedroom, throwing it open and then slamming it behind her. She ran to the bathhouse and drew water into the smaller basin that was meant for just washing your face. She dunked her face into it, barely having time enough to close her eyes before she was submerged. She kept her face down in the water until she could no longer hold her breath. Then she let her head up, her hair soaked and dripping down her body. She opened her mouth and took water into it, swishing it around and then spitting it out into the bath basin. She repeated the process several times before she felt clean enough. She then went into her dressing room and collapsed on the small couch there, glad that they had had sex that one time in his dressing room and not hers.
 
Justus was tired and satisfied now, and remained in the bed, not concerned too much that Adonna wasn't apparently planning to return. He might punish her in the morning, he thought, if she didn't sleep in the bed with him. She hadn't asked permission to sleep elsewhere, and as his wife was certainly expected to keep him company his first night back from war. In his current state, he couldn't understand any rational reason why she might feel otherwise. But slowly, he couldn't focus on any of these thoughts, and he drifted off to sleep in their bed.
 
Adonna slept fitfully on the couch that night. She couldn't get comfortable no matter what she did and the couch was much to small to actually sleep on. It was meant for lounging, for sitting, not for a bed. That was why it was a couch and not a bed. She awoke the next morning with dark circles under her eyes and they were still reddened as well. She took off the gown she was wearing and carelessly threw it on the ground. She dug around her trunk and pulled out a simple white toga, clasping the brooch at the shoulder and tying it sloppily before going to the dining room for breakfast.
 
Having slept soundly, Justus woke early, used to the routine of rising and moving with the troops at dawn. He peeked in and confirmed his suspicions that Adonna had slept in her dressing room on the couch. Ducking out before he woke her, he closed the door softly, bathed again, still feeling some hard to define, dirty film on his skin that probably didn't even actually exist. Dressing in a gray toga for a change, he took out a scroll and did some reading in bed before heading to the dining hall for breakfast. He made some conversation there with Flavia about his time away. She always seemed to have a fascination with the army and wanted to know all she could about his exploits. So when Adonna came into the dining room, Justus was seated at the table with a glass of water, and Flavia was standing at his side, laughing at a story he'd just told. "Ah, good morning, Adonna," Justus said cordially, motioning toward her empty seat. "I hope you slept well."
 
Adonna shot daggers at Flavia when she saw her, per usual. She sat in her seat and sighed softly, hopefully so softly that Justus did not hear the weariness in her. "I slept fine," she mumbled as she tried to settle herself into her chair as much as she could. The truth was she was absolutely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to their bedroom, collapse on the bed, and sleep for the entire day. Somehow she didn't think she was going to be able to do that. Justus seemed to no longer care about her wants or needs. "I hope you slept well too," she mumbled without looking at him, not really hoping that at all.
 
Justus looked back over at Adonna, dismissing Flavia with a glance. "Yes, quite well," he answered as Flavia left. "It was nice to sleep in my own bed again," he expressed. "But rather disappointing that it was alone, without my wife there by my side," he added, a little accusation in his tone. A moment later, Flavia set some bread and cheeses down on the table, and Justus took some of each, biting down reflectively and silently, just staring over at Adonna.
 
"My apologies, Justus." Adonna sad coldly as she took a piece of bread and ripped it in half. She nibbled on a bit of it but found that she had no desire to eat. She felt sort of lifeless without Justus' love exuding from him the way it usually did. And she didn't like his accusatory tone after what he made her go through last night. "I didn't feel that the man in bed with me was really my husband."
 
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