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A Roman Socialite and Her Tamer (Nurse x Houdini)

Justus could tell that her apology wasn't heartfelt in the least, and he scowled a little as he brushed some bread crumbs from his hands. "Of course I'm your husband," he scoffed. "I still can't believe that you wouldn't give me just a little token of a reward after being gone for so long, putting everything on the line, watching my friend die in my arms," he spouted off, tossing the remainder of his bread down to the table. "I can't believe that was my 'loving' wife who had such a closed mind."
 
Adonna lifted her head up in surprise when he said that he watched his friend die in his arms. She had had no idea that had happened. How could she have possibly known? She immediately felt horrible for the way she'd acted the night before. "Oh, Justus," she murmured, a little catch in her throat. She extended her hand across the table and grabbed hold of his tightly, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know that happened." she squeezed his hand a little bit, true regret on her face. "I'll give you anything you want,"
 
He just realized that he'd revealed that information to Adonna for the first time. When he'd first seen her, he didn't want to burden her with it or make excuses for his actions. He frowned again at knowing he'd let it slip. He took her hand and squeezed, looking over toward her, but didn't want her sympathy. "Don't be sorry," he grumbled. "That's what happens out there," he went on to explain. "I've become used to it. All I want is for you to be my loving wife," he finally admitted, giving her hand a little squeeze. She'd broken through the shell a little bit and reminded him of his former feelings toward her to a small extent.
 
She was still incredibly sorry, and would remain that way, no matter what Justus said. That was one thing he could not make her stop doing. She rose out of her chair and closed the short distance between them and kissed him gently on the lips. She still held his one hand and stroked his cheek with her other. She pressed her forehead against his gently and kissed him again, "Of course," she murmured, her heart absolutely swelling for him, "I will always be your loving wife,"
 
Justus closed his eyes and kissed her back, remembering was it was like to be tender with Adonna. It wasn't a bad feeling at all, a tingling working through his body, as their foreheads pressed against each other. Just then, Flavia came back in, interrupting the moment a bit, laying down the main course of cured meats and cooked potatoes down on the table. "Oh, excuse me," she said a little rudely. Justus glared up and her and then back to Adonna. "Why don't we spent the whole day together, Adonna?" he suggested. "I can't take another moment apart from you, love."
 
"That sounds absolutely divine," Adonna murmured, never taking her eyes off of Justus. She had her husband back now, she was sure of it. Adonna didn't even take the time to notice that Flavia was in the room. The servant girl didn't matter at all to Adonna, she couldn't care less if the girl fell off the face of the planet. Adonna reached behind her and grabbed her chair, pulling closer to Justus'. She sat back in it and took some potatoes on her plate and some meat. She had her appetite back now. Under the table, she let her feet touch against Justus playful.
 
Justus grinned as Adonna scooted closer to him. He took a bite of the smoked meat and chewed, feeling a little like his old self. He definitely wasn't completely there, however. There was something deep within him that was... different. But for now, he grinned and met Adonna's feet under the table, taking advantage of her proximity to him to reach a hand out and place it on her lap, massaging gently at her thigh. "It will be divine," he promised. "And tomorrow, Adonna, we'll host a party. I spoke with some of the officers about it, but we'll do it for sure," he added with a wider grin.
 
Her eyes widened in excitement when he mentioned a party. "A party?! Really?! Justus, this will be our first!" she squealed in excitement, eating the food in front of her happily now. She put her hand on top of his in her lap, completely unashamed that his hand was so close to her womanhood in their dining room (something she would normally abhor). "I missed you so much. I'm so glad you're home," she cooed to him, her eyes full of complete devotion for him. She could hardly remember the horrible feelings she felt last night with him. Everything was bright and full of sunshine in Adonna's world now.
 
Justus squeezed at her hand excitedly, calling over to Flavia. "Pour us some wine," he ordered her. "We're celebrating being together again. Pour yourself some even," he offered Flavia. It was rare to have wine with breakfast, but not unheard of on a happy occasion. He picked up one of the three glasses that Flavia poured and handed it to Adonna, and then took one himself, taking a big sip. "What do you say we go somewhere more private, and... plan our day together?" he suggested with a smile, rubbing her thigh and moving his hand up a little towards her hips.
 
Adonna took a big sip of the wine herself, feeling the gentle warmth of the alcohol flow through her. She grinned at him and her cheeks flushed only a little bit when he became suggestive. She nodded her head and took one last bite of her breakfast. If there was one thing Adonna had to admit about Flavia, it would be that she was an excellent cook. She grabbed Justus hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. Once they got there she tumbled on to the bed and giggled. She was so happy to have her real husband back. She couldn't imagine anything going wrong.
 
Justus laughed and chased her into the bedroom, feeling a lot like his old self. He set his wine tumbler down, and lunged onto the bed with her, untying his toga as he rolled around with Adonna. It was a shame they'd both gotten formally dressed, but neither of them had expected this to happen. As his toga began to fall away, he ticked Adonna a little, before picking up a pillow and hitting her playfully in the chest with it. Falling onto the pillow, he leaned down and kissed her lips, the strong wine mixing with her nice taste in his mouth. It seemed just like before he'd left.
 
Adonna quickly untied her toga and let it fall around her. She squealed when Justus hit her in the chest with a pillow and raised her arms up to grab his head when he came down to kiss her. She kissed him hard and passionately, feeling more fervor for him than she ever had. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue in, her entire body relaxing against the bed. She could taste both him and the wine and it was marvelous. She felt perfect with him again. And best yet, she wanted him. She would even try to take him into her mouth again if that was what he wanted.
 
Justus kissed her back hard and long, digging his hands under the pillow and grasping at her stomach and breasts, pressing his hands in against her. He wanted her body so badly now; not for her to suck him off, but to play with her, to make love to her again. He pulled away slightly, a playful grin on his face as the amalgam of tastes washed still through his mouth. "I think it's time to come clean now, Adonna," he teased, brushing some hair out of her face. "You need to confess all your naughty deeds you did while I was away. That way, I can give you my loving, husbandly discipline," he teased, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers again. "Some loving discipline you'll never forget," he promised in a whisper, a smile creeping across his face.
 
She giggled a little bit when he teased her about being disciplined. She wondered if he actually knew what naughty things she had done while he was away. Like that time before they were married when he'd followed her and had that soldier beat her for going to a party and flirting with another man. That had really scared the crap out of her. She didn't know if he actually knew though. Was there any way he could? He'd been gone this time, not in the city. She wasn't sure. "Well..." she started with a little giggle, "I have to confess, I went to a small party," she said carefully, "but my sister was hosting it and she wanted me there!" she said quickly afterwards.
 
Justus hadn't known anything she did while he was away, but was just teasing her. So, it was playfully that he 'disciplined' Adonna, giving her a little spanking, fingering and licking at her womanhood as a 'punishment' and eventually making love to her missionary style. It was quite a reconnection, and they both had quite a fulfilling experience. They followed that by shopping in the city together, and taking in a show at the amphitheater in the early evening. It was quite a nice day they ended up having together.

All rifts seemingly healed between them, Justus sent his messengers to make the rounds the next morning, inviting his guests to the party. He went out himself to extend a personal invitation to some of the more important guests, a nephew of Caesar, a couple of senators, and a few generals, letting the women prepare the house and rear courtyard for the big party.
 
Adonna had enjoyed her day with Justus. She hadn't expected his second day home to be like that after the first was so undesirable. But he seemed to be her perfect Justus again, and she was more than happy to forget about the bad things between us. On the day of the party Adonna ran about like a crazy woman setting up. She made sure Flavia cooked the best food, Sylvia had every spot cleaned, and she made sure the appropriate statues and decorations were out to honor not only the Caesar but also all of the gods.

Adonna had her hair done up in elaborate curls that cascaded around her head. She wore a deep blue toga that was a little tight around her body, but extremely flattering. She wore her signature pearls and golden earrings, both arms decked out in gold bangles. She'd oiled herself and put on eye make up and felt that she looked like a good hostess should.
 
When the guests started arriving, Justus was decked out to the tee as well. He had a gold headband on, and a clean white toga with a red stripe. He'd even oiled his legs, shoulders and arms for the occasion. He wasn't normally so vain, but in front of so many dignitaries, he needed to be viewed as vibrant, strong, a warrior; to leave an impression in these men's minds for when important decisions came up. These were the decision-makers of Rome that were present. While some guests were still showing up, Justus was in the corner with a senior Senator, Magnus. Magnus, a bald, overweight, lifetime politician, made the recommendations to Caesar about the deployments of the legions, and Justus was busy politicking for some of the more prominent assignments distributed to the generals. He didn't like Magnus in the least, but had invited him in hopes of currying some favor.

Meanwhile, Flavia, flustered with the overwhelming food demand, was at her wits end. Darting out of the kitchen, she glanced around in frustration. "Mistress," she called out at Adonna across the room, crunching up her face in anger when she got no response. "Adonna!" she called out rudely. "Come over here! I need your help."
 
Adonna was busy fluttering around, smiling and greeting all of the guests as they arrived. She ignored Flavia the first couple of times she called her, but when she said her actual name she turned around and shot daggers at the girl. "You are never to call me by my first name, slave" Adonna hissed cruelly. Nonetheless she walked over to where Flavia was and folded her arms over her chest, looking down at the even shorter than herself girl with disdain.

"What do you want, you heathen pig?" she grumbled at her, using as many profane and mean words as she could without actually calling her a 'slut', her favorite word for the girl that she hated so much. Justus, apparently, didn't like it when Adonna called Flavia a slut either so she tried not to do it.
 
Some of the hushed talking ceased when Adonna marched over to Flavia and shouted at her. Flavia didn't back down, though. She was working her ass off, and didn't feel like she was getting enough help or appreciation from the lady of the house. Justus stopped speaking with Magnus and they both looked over at what was going on. "You didn't answer me when I called you 'mistress', Adonna," Flavia said angrily in her own defense, purposely using the first name again. "Anyway," she said, cocking her head to the side, "I need some more help here. Either give me another servant to help me, or do it yourself," she demanded angrily from her owner's wife. She seeming didn't care about how this scene looked in front of all the important guests. Justus, eager to intercede, started marching over, hopefully before it was too late.
 
Adonna sneered at Flavia and narrowed her eyes at the girl. "No." was all she said and then turned around to walk away from the girl. She saw Justus advancing and gave him a great beaming smile. "Flavia seems to have forgotten her manners again, Justus." she said gently, resting her hand on his shoulder for a moment. "Nothing to worry about though, I'm sure." she rubbed his shoulder and then took it away, starting to walk away back to her guests again. She wanted to kick the shit out of Flavia for potentially embarrassing her like that, but she wasn't going to let it get to her. She had people to attend to, though she noticed there were far more men here than women. That was strange.
 
Justus went up to Flavia and quickly scolded her, telling her that there would be a punishment in store for her later. But although she'd gone about it wrong, she did have a point. There wasn't enough help, and that was Justus' fault. He scurried after Adonna, whispering to her. "I should have hired someone extra for the night," he apologized. "But since I didn't, please help Flavia in the kitchen for a little bit, just until she gets caught up."

Just then, he spotted an old friend, Atillus. Not as close a friend as the late Marcus, but a soldier who'd known them both for years. Atillus was there when Marcus died as well. "Greetings, friend," Justus said to him in a welcome, grasping his friend in an embrace. Suddenly, memories began flooding back into his mind of that fateful day on the battlefield. "Excuse me for a moment," he offered, his eyes deep in thought. "I was just getting back over to continue a conversation with Senator Magnus."
 
"What?!" Adonna protested when Justus told her to go help Flavia. "But Justus!" she insisted as he started to walk away. "That's a job for a servant! Not the lady of the house!" she whined a little bit and clenched her fists, tempted to stomp her foot in a tantrum. She growled angrily and turned about, storming into the kitchen. She saw the place was a mess. She rolled her eyes and grabbed a bowl that had held some sort of mix. She tossed it into the wash basin.

"There. I helped you." she muttered and turned about to leave the kitchen again. She couldn't believe Justus actually wanted her to help this stupid girl in the kitchen when there were at least fifty guests there that needed to be greeted and entertained.
 
Justus and Magnus were in a heated discussion in the meantime. "I... I think that I might be inclined to put in a favorable recommendation to the Caesar," Magnus hedged. "To head up the legion stationed at his palace," the Senator offered delicately. The palace detail was the one that every General wanted. It wasn't particularly dangerous, it involved visibility to the Caesar and all the people of Rome. And what was more, it afforded an opportunity to sleep in one's own bed every night, not in a tent. But Justus knew there would be more to the story. Magnus, after all, was known as a cunning, depraved man. So it was with some trepidation that Justus nodded at what the older Senator said.

"Yet... I don't know if I could make the recommendation," Magnus said in qualification of his offer. "Unless I was sure you could run your household properly." Justus grimaced as he knew where this was headed. Yet, Justus was determined to do this. And besides, the cold feeling was washing across him that he'd had the previous night when he arrived home. "So why don't you teach your wife and your servant both a lesson... as a spectacle for all of us?" Magnus finished with a big grin. Justus didn't need to hear any more. He was going to do it. "Adonna! Flavia!" he called out. "Here, now," he demanded, walking to the head of the large room.
 
Adonna was just leaving the kitchen when she heard Justus call her. At first she was elated, but then she heard Flavia's name called right after hers. Her heart sunk a little bit. A punishment was in store, she could smell it. She sucked in a deep breath and sauntered from the kitchen, across the foyer, and right up to her husband who she saw was with the disgusting senator Magnus. Something worse was there though. Justus had that same look on her face as he had the night before. She swallowed uneasily and tried to give him a bright smile.

"Yes, Justus?" she asked him as brightly as she could, Flavia stumbling right along behind her.
 
"Adonna," Justus boomed, his face mostly devoid of any expression. "You've embarrassed me in front of all these guests," he said, gesturing out to the crowd in their home, loud enough for all to hear. "And Flavia. You've disappointed me even more so." The predominantly male crowd was almost entirely hushed and watching them now. "Flavia, you'll have the punishment I promised now instead of later. I want you to strip everything off and kneel before Adonna." He next turned and looked into Adonna's pleading eyes. "She is going to show you respect in the way I see fit," Justus explained. "Now lift up your toga so she can have at you," he ordered.
 
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