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A Roman Socialite and Her Tamer (Nurse x Houdini)

Adonna's yelp only got Justus going. He loved it when she made those aroused, submissive noises that she was so good at. He kept his stare focused on her eyes, pushing hard in and out as he claimed her again. He knew that at least at the moment, she was more than a willing participant in that act. They were soulmates again, even if he was only one of four men and one woman she'd been touched by today, and one of those others was watching them from several feet away. "Hmmm," he moaned deeply, her muscles tugging and clenching at him as he filled her up and then some. He took advantage of her spread legs beneath him to reach down and touch her clit, rubbing over it with his thumb right over the spot where his manhood was pushing in and out of his wife. He could start to feel a wave rushing over him, and knew that he was about to really claim her once again.
 
Those other three men and woman didn't matter to Adonna. The one man wouldn't even have been able to get her off without the aid of the horse brush. Justus could get her off all by his self. It was true that sometimes he didn't get her off, but usually that was purposeful on his part. He knew how to reward her and punish her with his body. She whined high and passionately as he slammed in and out of her, throwing her head back as she felt herself get close. "Ahh...Justus!" she moaned, her pussy squeezing him tightly. She ground her teeth together and her back arched. She moaned a couple more times and then she felt it release, a powerful orgasm. He had taken what he wanted from her and was about to mark her as his own.
 
Justus moaned out when Adonna started to cum, stimulating her clit even more as she writhed and bucked. He began moving inside her faster and harder, feeling his own release a moment away. "Ahhh, Adonna," he cried out, grabbing a hold of her ass and rocking deep inside her, crying out in a deep voice as he finally, released himself deep inside her, towards her womb. He was the only man who'd ever cum inside her, and that was more than enough for him to be able to recognize Adonna as his own. Leaning in between her legs, he kissed Adonna hard on the lips, slowing his hips to a halt and leaving his warm cock lodged inside her for the time being. "I love you," he gasped. "My goddess."
 
She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly when he leaned down to kiss her. She held him close to her, not caring about the slight pain she felt in her legs from being in this position. She kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, over joyous to have him so close with her. "I love you, my god," she murmured in his ear, stroking his shoulders, neck, and running her hands through his hair. She was absolutely exhausted. She was going to fall asleep from her drunkenness if not from sheer exhaustion soon.
 
Justus held Adonna tight and kissed her back, before turning his shoulders sideways, first one way, then the other, allowing her feet to fall back to the bed. "You can go now, Landicus," he spat at the patrician. Once their visitor left, Justus lay there with Adonna for a little while longer, rolling over next to her and holding her naked body close to his. He leaned in and kissed her on the neck and chest, before sitting up. "I'm going to say goodbye to any guests that are left, and I'll be back in five minutes to sleep at your side, my love," he promised in a whisper, dressing heading out of the room, making a brief round, and then returning to the room. Stripping once again, he nudged back up to her, pulling the soft sheets over their warm, nude, inebriated bodies. "Good night, beautiful," he whispered before closing his eyes, letting the contours of each other's bodies curve together.
 
"Good night, husband," she murmured to him once he was back in the bed with her. She fell asleep in minutes, her drunken mind needing a rest. She slept through the night peacefully but woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. She opened her eyes slowly, groaning at the pain the sunshine gave her eyes. She then realized she was snuggled up close to a hot body and pried her way free. She sat up in the bed and realized she was naked. Adonna growled in irritation and pressed her hands to her face. "Ahh, my head," she grumbled.
 
Justus was stirred awake by someone pushing away at his chest and arms. As he opened his eyes, tired and groggy, he became aware of having a bad headache himself, the aftereffect of too much wine. Reaching out, he grasped at Adonna's waist, reeling her back in towards him. "Come back and lay down with me," he pleaded in a scratchy voice. "I'll have Sylvia bring some cool water to the door for us. That'll help," he promised. He stood up, still naked, of course, and closed the curtains, providing some soothing darkness. He opened the door a hair, and called out for Sylvia to bring the water, trying to remember what happened last night. He knew, but he was just trying to remember something... different.
 
Adonna squirmed when he tried to pull her towards him but thankfully he got out of the bed before he got her too close. She was soothed by the closing of the curtains but her head was still pounding. Suddenly all the memories of the day before came flooding back into her mind. And she felt disgusting. "Oh, gods!" she screeched, fighting her way out of the bed she now deemed unclean. She stumbled around naked in the darkened room until she found her toga, which was right next to Justus. She looked up at him and grimaced in disgust, "You. You...you made me do things! With other men!"
 
Justus searched Adonna's face, trying to come up with something to say. But unfortunately, he could remember no other truth in the recesses of his mind, except for the same one she was referring to. "No, Adonna," he said determinedly, grasping a hold of her in an embrace and trying to calm her, and also halting her efforts to dress. "You were punished for your behavior, if you recall," he explained. "And, besides, some of those things were to advance our family in Rome," he reminded her. "You agreed with that."
 
She struggled against his embrace, beating at his chest and squirming until she finally was able to slip out from his grasp and stomp away from him. "Punished? For chiding my servant!? So I should just let Flavia do whatever she wants?! You seem to like letting her torment me. Letting her touch me. Do you know how disgusting I feel after she touches me?! I feel absolutely horrid. That girl needs to be fired. I can't stand her being in this house anymore!"
 
Justus stomped after Adonna, catching her and pressing her up against the wall. "The time may come for Flavia to be let go. She's heading in that direction," he agreed, anger coloring his tired voice now. "But I won't have you telling me what to do," he warned her. He pushed her up a little harder, and then let Adonna go, turning his back to her as he kept talking. "Besides, I think you're forgetting the most important part," he explained, turning back to look at her. "You're mine. And if I want to share you, trade you, or barter with you, I'll do it," he growled. "Now just apologize for what you said, and we'll be fine. I won't hold it against you," he promised with a little grin.
 
Adonna was going to just let it go until he said 'the most important part'. When he said that she glared at his back and her mouth dropped open in shock. "What? What? I am not a cow, Justus!" she screeched, hurriedly tying her toga. "You can't just...just...give me to other men! I'm your wife. If I belong to you then I'm supposed to belong to only you! You can't just make me sleep around to advance your career!" she was absolutely livid now. She turned away from him and stomped to the door leading to the foyer. She threw it open and went into the open room, glad to be away from Justus.
 
Justus frowned and stormed after Adonna. "Get back here," he bellowed, encountering Sylvia on the way with a pitcher of water, and pushing the unfortunate servant out of the way. "You do belong to only me," he shouted after Adonna. "That's why I'm the only one who gets to make those decisions," he added. "And I was there for everything. To make sure nothing bad happened to you." Flavia peeked out from the kitchen, and Justus simply gave her an angry look, not caring who heard their fight now. "Don't you care about our status?" he hollered.
 
She whirled around when he asked about their status. She picked up the nearest face and flung it in his direction. It missed him and smashed into the wall behind. "You should care more about me than about your status! Don't I mean anything to you? Or am I just your little sex pawn so that you can snuggle up with the senators?" she screamed, on the verge of tears now.
 
Justus tried to dodge the vase when she hurled it at him. He was taken completely by surprise by that act on her part. Ricocheting off his wrist, it fell to the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. After shaking off his bruised wrist, he picked up a wooden cup of water that Sylvia had been drinking and flung it as hard as he could at Adonna's head. "How dare you?" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Do you care nothing about our status? We are one, my status is your status," he shouted, advancing ominously towards her, not giving any thought to the value of the ruined vase at the moment.
 
Adonna dodged the wooden cup and took off running again when he started to advance on her. She ran through the foyer, the main gathering room, through the private courtyard, and then finally to the back hallway near the washroom until she could hardly breathe. "Of course I care!" she gasped, doubled over a little bit but ready to take off again if she needed to. "But you should care more about me than that. You should be willing to take a lesser spot if it means my happiness!"
 
Justus sprinted after her, finally catching up outside the washroom. He grabbed her by the hair at first, yanking her head back by it, but then let go, catching his breath when he saw she wasn't going to run. "Of course I care about your happiness," he asserted between panting breaths. "But how can you say you aren't happy here," he asked incredulously, waving his hands around at his house. "I give you everything you need. I only assumed that you would give of yourself willingly in return, for the reputation of our household."
 
"How can I possibly make our reputation better by being a slut!?" she screamed, stumbling backwards away from him. "I give you everything. You can have anything. But those men made me feel so disgusting! How could you be okay with that? With me feeling so worthless? Just for reputation!?"
 
Justus changed a little bit when she called herself a slut. She was pure, a chaste, virginal woman when she was given to him, and he'd turned her into a slut. Not out of any slutty tendencies on her own part, but because he'd abused his power. His tone changed completely as he kept approaching her, but not as angrily. "Okay, Adonna," he said softly, laying his hand on her shoulder. "You do give me everything. And I didn't know it would make you feel worthless or disgusting. But, now, I understand why it did," he explained. "Will you let me make a gesture to try and make it up to you, Adonna?"
 
"Don't touch me!" she growled when he put his hand on her shoulder. She stumbled away from him again. Her heart was pounding wildly. Was he actually sorry? She wasn't sure if she believed him or not. He'd said things like that before and then turned on his word. She trembled a little bit and wrapped her arms around herself defensively. "What do you want to do?" she whispered, afraid to trust him again.
 
Calmed a little now, and sobered by the realization of what he'd done, he didn't overreact when Adonna resisted his touch. "I know you don't like Flavia," he acknowledged, making the understatement of the millennium. "Why don't we get rid of her for good?" he suggested. "And if you want, I'll have her punished first. Whatever you want done to her," Justus offered, extending his arms to offer Adonna a place to be held.
 
"R-really?" she whimpered, raising her eyes up to his tentatively. "You'll fire her? And never invite her back?" she took a step towards him suspiciously, expecting him to turn around and slap her or something. To go back on what he said and make Flavia his wife and her the slave or something terrible like that. She knew those thoughts were irrational and would never happen, but all sorts of horrible things were soaring through her mind.
 
Justus smiled when he saw the effect this news had on Adonna. He was sorry that he'd tried to force them to get along. He wasn't quite at the point where he'd admit that, but he knew it was a mistake. "Yes, Adonna. Gone. Forever. Because I love you," he told her, moving towards her a step and meeting her in the middle, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace. "There is one catch, though," he said softly towards her ear.
 
She allowed him to embrace her once he'd confirmed that he would make Flavia leave. She loved him too. More than anything, and she was finding it so hard to stay angry at him now that he was being soft. She rested her face against his chest, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath and loving his scent. "What's the catch?" she murmured, tilting her face up to look at him.
 
Justus cuddled her face into his strong chest, kissing her on the top of the forehead. "Adonna, love," he started, swallowing and pausing to prepare her for what was coming. "You know you threw a vase at me in front of the servants. If it was just you and I, I wouldn't care. But you know I can't let it go without them knowing you were disciplined for it," he explained. "You understand, don't you, love?"
 
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