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Educating Caesar Ch. 01

By: NeedfulThings



"Mistress, your guest has just arrived and waits in the study," the young nymph-like slave whispered, her eyes lowered in deference.

Roxanna rose from the dining couch smiling down at the two men she had been entertaining. "You must excuse me, gentlemen; there is some minor crisis in the kitchen." She turned to the young slave with a smile, "Felicity, fetch more wine for Lucius and Sextus." The smile never left her lips as she gradually withdrew from her guests, stopping here and there for a short word and usually a laugh with the more distinguished visitors. "I am not to be disturbed, Ajax," she said quietly to the former gladiator standing guard in the corridor. 

She stepped into her study to find a tall fair-haired man perusing her scrolls, his hands clasped loosely behind his back. "Senator Gaius Julius Caesar, your visit does me great honor," she said.

He turned to face his host, fixing an intense gaze upon her. The darkness of his eyes was a vivid contrast to his fair coloring and light hair. He was strikingly handsome in his plain tunic, which displayed his muscled arms and shapely legs. She found nothing lacking in his appearance, though his expression was impossible to read.

"I am Roxanna. Welcome to my home." She gestured toward a deep comfortable chair.

He sat, watching as Roxanna busied herself at the elegant table that served as her desk. Marcus' description had not done her justice. Her hair was red and her eyes green, but his friend had failed to mention that her hair formed a soft halo of curls around her face, or that her eyes were large and almond shaped, flecked with yellow that gave them the radiance of jewels. She was tall with long delicate limbs. Her gown was the same shade as her hair and clung to her body as she moved, so that each new pose revealed an enticing curve or hollow beneath the soft fabric. Her movements were as graceful as a dancer's as she uncovered a tray, revealing several small bowls and platters containing fresh fruits, small honey cakes, cheeses, bread and oil. She poured two cups of wine, one of which she offered to him before she sank into the chair opposite his own. 

"Please, take some refreshment, Senator." She took a fastidious sip of her wine, watching over the rim of her cup as he drained his own immediately.

"I thank you for your hospitality, Roxanna. I am not hungry, but this wine is truly excellent," he said. 

His voice was deep and rich. She had heard he was causing something of a sensation as an advocate in the courts; with his looks and that voice, there was little wonder in that. Roxanna smiled as she refilled his cup, "It is one of my favorites and the only I simply refuse to water down."

He sipped from his replenished cup and appraised his host. "I am surprised there is no servant present to pour such a fine vintage."

"Your message requested 'utmost discretion;' most people behave as if their servants are blind, deaf and mute. I am not most people."

"I appreciate your consideration." He took another deep drink of the wine, sat the cup down and leaned forward in his chair. "I have heard that you are not like most people. That is the reason I am here; I require a delicate service."

Roxanna raised her brows and inclined her head to indicate her attentiveness. This was not the first time a man of noble birth had sought a private audience with her; she was familiar with such requests. Some wanted young boys. Some wished to be serviced by the lady of the most exclusive brothel in Rome. Others wanted her to poison their rivals. 

She had a remarkable talent for matching slaves to masters and had procured many boys for the elite of Rome. She had come out of her early retirement one time only, and had won twenty-five talents of gold in a secret wager with the wealthiest man in the city. She had never dirtied her hands with murder.

Instead of revealing his purpose, he sat back in his chair. "What have you heard about me, Roxanna? Be perfectly candid."

"As you wish. Gaius Marius was your uncle. You married the daughter of his supporter, the Consul Cornelius Cinna. Marius made you the high priest of Jupiter. When Sulla defeated the Marians and became dictator, he was eager to do away with the nephew of his enemy and expelled you from the priesthood so he could add your name to his proscription lists. Your life was spared through your family's close ties with the Vestals, but Sulla demanded that you divorce your wife. You refused and fled the city. Without your head on a spike, Sulla had to make do with stripping you of your inheritance and your wife's dowry. You joined the legions in Asia. You were sent to Bithynia to raise a fleet. You returned to camp with the Bithynian fleet, as well as the fleets of Cyprus and Rhodes, giving rise to the rumor that, for his fleet and his influence upon Cyprus and Rhodes, you 'paid' King Nicomedes with sexual favors. You were awarded the Civic Crown for foresight and bravery at Mitylene. You returned to Rome when you received news of Sulla's death, and immediately claimed your right as winner of a Civic Crown to enter the Senate, becoming the youngest of that august body. You are a gifted orator and legal advocate. The only hindrance upon what could be a stellar political career is your lack of funds."

He grinned and shook his head. "I'm surprised you do not know the name of my horse."

"Bucephalus," she declared grandly with a broad smile as she lifted her cup. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Roxanna laughed aloud at the expression on his face.

"I would very much like to know where you came by that piece of information," he prodded.

"I was speaking in jest," she explained with an unwavering smile.

He reached for his cup and flashed her a sardonic smile. "You have little right to mock the name I gave to my horse, Roxanna," he said, emphasizing her name.

"We share a similar taste in historical figures; only the best will do." Her flippantly humorous reply brought a smile to his face. The two shared a moment of laughter.

When the moment passed, he continued, "Do you find anything unusual about my life's story?"

Roxanna considered his question briefly before giving her answer. "Love rarely blossoms in marriages of political alliance between noble families."

He knit his brow as he gave an infinitesimal shake of his head, "Explain, please."

"There is only one reason a man would risk his life to continue in a marriage without political influence, monetary gain or offspring. You love your wife."

He nodded, a true smile lighting his face. "You have great insight. I do love my wife. Now I shall tell you an even more shocking secret, Roxanna. I have never been unfaithful to her."

Roxanna nodded her head slowly, allowing her eyes to drift away from her guest as she took a sip of her wine. She placed her cup upon the table and sat back in her chair before responding. "I see."

"What do you see?" His eyes bore into hers as if he would snatch the answer from her mind before she spoke it aloud.

"Your life is a series of provable facts marred by a single rumor that can never be disproved."

He nodded, "Go on."

"This rumor places a further hindrance upon your political career."

"Roxanna, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear these words from another person."

"I am happy to be ease your mind, Senator, but..."

"Please, call me Caesar."

"How can I help your situation, Caesar?"

Caesar refilled his cup and drank it in three quick swallows before meeting her eyes. "You must teach me to be a great lover." He refilled his cup again.

Roxanna's expression was one of bafflement. She finally shook her head, "I am at a loss; please explain."

"There is no way to prove my behavior with Nicomedes; attempting to do so would only fuel the rumor. The best recourse is to dismiss it completely and cast it in the shadow of a greater rumor, one in direct conflict. Unlike the current rumor, the conflicting one must be imminently provable. The great women of Rome have always been paradigms of virtue, but that is no longer the case. I could easily gain the favor of two or three such ladies right now, but their discretion would force me to begin the gossip and that would give the appearance of overcompensating for the current rumor. It is not enough to bed them. I must dazzle them enough to discard their discretion. I must make such an impression upon them that they cannot keep it to themselves. My skill will be a testament of my dedication to women. I need you to teach me that skill."

"I see," Roxanna said, giving a slight nod of her head. She looked away from him for a moment, deep in thought. "Caesar, you are young and handsome; surely this skill is something you can easily pick up from any number of willing women."

"You suggest that I make my wife a laughingstock as I work my way through every woman in the city, then? How much do you think I shall learn from the nameless masses? One highly skilled and honest woman will teach me more in a single hour than I would learn in many months of nightly debauchery. You know this is true, Roxanna." 

She rested her elbows upon the arms of her chair, intertwining her fingers before her. "What makes you think I am so highly skilled? I have played no active role in that aspect of my business for some years."

"A very astute friend sent me to you. He says you possess twice as much skill as the rest of the women in Rome combined."

She shook her head and looked down. "Your friend is very generous, but he speaks of a time long past."

Caesar laughed. "This friend has been called many things in his life; generous is not among them. He spoke of a fairly recent event- one that apparently cost him a great deal of money. He possesses an excellent memory for substantial monetary losses."

Roxanna narrowed her eyes at Caesar, "Does he?"

Caesar's smile was not triumphant, though it was close. "He does. He will vouch for my debt to you." 

She chose to ignore the last statement, as she had agreed to nothing. "Did your 'astute friend' explain how he suffered this substantial monetary loss?"

Caesar recalled exactly, though he was surprised at the realization that his friend's words did not disprove Roxanna's insistence that her favors were no longer for sale. He watched for her reaction as he spoke. "He said he lost it in a wager."

Roxanna raised her chin and flashed him a haughty smile. Caesar laughed.

Having proven her point, Roxanna rose from her chair and slowly paced from one side of the study to the other, considering her guest's strange request. When she had reached the point in her career where she no longer had to live a lie, she had discovered she could not tolerate lies of any kind, especially those she told herself. Young Gaius Julius Caesar had piqued her curiosity. She had been without a lover for far too long. The prospect of personally training a man to cater to her desires was appealing. She stopped pacing and faced him. 

"How old are you, Caesar?"

"I am twenty-two."

"How many women have you had?"

"Four."

"How frequently do you make love to your wife?"

He paused to consider the question. "Two or three times a market interval."

"How long does your lovemaking typically last?"

"Five minutes, perhaps ten."

Roxanna nodded briefly and continued pacing. He was five years her junior and had much to learn. He had a great deal of self discipline and a strong will to succeed in life. He was unafraid to take daring risks. She faced him again and looked into his dark eyes. 

"There is something of great importance that I must know before I make this decision. I would prefer to address that issue in a more congenial environment."

Caesar followed Roxanna down the corridor. They passed through a small peristyle with a fountain composed of three cavorting dolphins. All was quiet in this portion of the house. 

"You need not worry about discretion here," she explained. "These are my personal quarters." She stepped inside a well-appointed room dominated by a large bed. He followed her inside, walking to the middle of the room as she closed the massive wooden doors.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she motioned toward a cushioned bench at the foot of the bed. He sat, arranging himself comfortably, his long legs stretched before him, ankles crossed. If he was anxious, neither his posture nor his expression betrayed it. 

Roxanna stood before him, her feet only inches away from where his heels rested upon the fine mosaic of the floor. She focused on his feet and then worked her way up his legs ever so slowly, up his thighs to where they met, up his flat stomach and his muscular chest; back down his arms to the tips of his fingers. Up his neck, across his ears, his chin, his lips, his nose. When her eyes came to rest on his eyes again, she immediately recognized the change in them. A twinge of desire fluttered low in her belly. 

When she next spoke, her voice sounded like a sacred instrument in an ancient temple, some mixture of honey and incense. "Do you ever desire women other than your wife?"

He dropped his eyes for a moment before answering, "Yes."

"Do you interact with any of these women?"

"Only if I must. Sometimes my advocate duties and my social status require me to spend time with such women."

"You say 'only if you must,' as if you do not enjoy being in their company. But you do enjoy it, do you not?"

She caught the trace of a tremor in his voice when he answered. "Yes."

"Are you enjoying my company?"

"Yes." He had not hesitated. He had met her eyes and then dropped his gaze to her lips. 

A hint of a smile played upon her lips as another flicker of desire fired in her belly.

He watched, mesmerized, as she untied her belt and shrugged her shoulders. Her gown fell into a puddle at her feet. She wore nothing beneath it.

Her voice was low and husky, more incense than honey now, "Do you desire me, Caesar?"

Caesar swallowed as he took in the vision before him. Roxanna's skin was alabaster except for the small pink nipples gracing her full breasts. The fiery mane atop her head was mirrored by the neatly trimmed hair upon her pubic mound. It was groomed into a narrow strip that began just above the cleft of her womanhood. His body responded more quickly than his voice, which sounded hoarse in his ears, "Very much." His eyes were busy lower down and he did not raise them. 

Roxanna smiled. "How long have you known Marcus Licinius?" Caesar's eyes were still longingly roaming over her body, and it seemed the weight of his stare was in itself a light caress. She shivered.

"A year, maybe more," he breathed, distracted, shifting his weight upon the bench.

"It was almost a year ago when he and I made our wager. I won twenty-five talents of gold."

Caesar's eyes flew to hers, "Twenty-five?"

"Yes. Would you like to know how I won?" Roxanna raised a hand, running her fingers through Caesar's thick, blonde hair.

He closed his eyes at her touch and whispered, "Yes."

Roxanna caught both of his hands and drew him to his feet, slowly untying his belt. "Then remove your subligaculum," she purred.

Caesar reached beneath his tunic and the loincloth fell between his feet. Roxanna rested her hands upon his broad shoulders and gently nudged him to sit back down. Before he could cross his ankles, she placed one foot between his legs, stepping as close to him as possible without being in direct contact with his body. His breath caressed her nipples causing them to harden.

Roxanna ran both her hands through his hair, then slowly down the sides of his face before dipping both down the neck of his tunic, one in front, one in back. She stroked his shoulders and his chest. He closed his eyes as she began speaking. "Crassus wagered that I could not bring him to climax without touching him." She lightly grazed his flesh with her fingernails. He shivered.

She withdrew her hands from the neck of his tunic and stroked them down his arms to his hands, which were splayed out on either side of him. She had to lean forward to do so and one pebble-hard nipple brushed against his smooth cheek. She traced his hands with her fingertips. "You have wonderful hands, Caesar," she whispered directly into his ear. "I want to feel them upon me."

He caught one breast in each hand and she stood, watching him touch her. She released a ragged sigh. "It has been almost three years since I've been touched; it feels unbearably good. Oh, yes, pinch my nipples again. Mmm. Harder. Yes. That drives me mad! Do you like handling me, Caesar? Do you the weight of my breasts in your hands, the hardness of my nipples beneath your fingers?"

"Yes," his voice was still a whisper.

She writhed, her hips swaying, "I want your mouth now." He caught one nipple between his lips and sucked it violently, still working both breasts with his hands. She moaned as he grazed the sensitive flesh with his teeth before focusing his attention upon her other orb. Roxanna continued undulating her hips and encouraging him with sighs and moans before she suddenly pushed his head back. "Stop!" Her breathing was fast and heavy. She looked down at him and shuddered at the size of the erection clearly outlined beneath his tunic, a circle of dampness darkening the material over its head. 

"Forgive me, Caesar. It has been so long and my breasts are so sensitive. You almost..." She shook her head, her voice trailing off. 

Caesar groaned. "I almost, what?" he demanded, running his hands along her sides to the curve of her hips, which he grasped, unconsciously thrusting his hips as if he was inside of her.

"You almost made me come. Do you want to make me come?"

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment. "Yes."

"You almost did. I am wet and throbbing for you." 

He had never been with a woman who talked this way. He found it beyond erotic and squeezed her hips even harder, thrusting his cock up against his tunic.

"I want to feel how wet you are," he almost begged.

Roxanna demurred, biting her lip.

"I have to feel it. I must touch you," there was a trace of hysteria in his voice. The wet spot at the front of his tunic was growing.

Roxanna, still standing before him, spread her legs. He grabbed her just above the knees and slowly ran his hands up the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. She threw her head back and whimpered when he touched her.

Caesar's breath caught as he slowly slid the fingers of his right hand back and forth along her slick slit. "Gods beneath us," he swore under his breath at her tightness around the finger he pushed inside her. 

Roxanna grabbed one of his shoulders to maintain her balance. "Oh...that feels so good."

He slid two fingers in on his second stroke.

"Yes, yes. Gods, that is perfect. Fuck me with your fingers, Caesar!" She squeezed his shoulder, bucking wildly against his hand. 

He looked down, watching his fingers slide in and out of her, feeling the tight heat of her and seeing her wetness glistening on his fingers. 

She peeled his other hand off her hip and pushed it to the crown of her sex, directing his middle finger to her swollen clit. "This is the key to every woman's pleasure. All you have to do is unlock it."

"How?"

"Rub it. Stroke it. Encircle it. Flick it. Massage it. Oh, just like that... Yes, just exactly like that. Oh...oh. I'm going to come for you, Caesar. I'm going to come all over your wonderful long fingers... I'm going to do it right now... Fuck me with them! Harder, harder, harder! Yes!" She grabbed his other shoulder, bunching his tunic in her fists as her body was caught in the first spasm of her climax.

"Gods," he groaned, "I feel it! I feel you squeezing my fingers!"

"You're making me come so hard, Caesar!" she cried. 

She watched him through her veil of pleasure. He was bucking his hips in perfect rhythm with the fingers he pumped in and out of her. Roxanna knew the tunic drawn tight over his massive cock was rubbing against his sensitive head with every thrust. His breathing was shallow and quick. 


Educating Caesar Ch. 01



He grunted, the hand working her clit falling out of rhythm suddenly.

Roxanna reached down, brushing his hand away as she replaced it with her own, fingering her clit hard and fast as she watched the scene play out before her. "Yes, you're about to come. You know you're going to come. You have to come. Stroke that big cock for me," she begged. "Please, come for me," she groaned, her finger moving so fast it was a blur. "I want to watch you come. Grab that cock and squeeze it! I'm going to come again. Oh, yes, I'm going to come again! Shoot your stuff for me, Caesar!"

Unable to hold back beneath the onslaught of her words and the sight of her stroking herself, her tits bouncing from the force he was using to finger-fuck her tight little pussy, Caesar fumbled for the hem of his tunic, but there was no time. He grunted loudly, grabbing his cock through the tunic. His entire body jerked violently, wrenching his fingers from inside her. His hand, soaked in her juices, cupped his swollen balls as he gave his cock two fast, hard strokes that rocketed a thick ribbon of semen through the material. He groaned, thrusting over and over, as he squeezed his convulsing shaft. He came in five strong spurts, never taking his eyes off Roxanna getting herself off to the sight of him shooting for her. 

When they returned to their senses, Roxanna stepped into an adjoining room. She returned with a fresh tunic of fine material, a sponge and a towel, all of which she lay upon a small citrus wood table in the corner of the room. Another trip to the adjoining room produced a bowl and a pitcher of water; these she placed beside the other items. Caesar had not moved. 

"Shall I help you clean up?" she offered, her voice soft.

He looked up at her as if coming out of a trance and then glanced down into his lap. He shook his head and a smile lit his face. "I believe that would trigger a repeating loop of similar circumstances. I will do it." 

Roxanna nodded, collected her gown from the floor and stepped back into the adjoining room. 

The bowl was almost full of water, his soiled tunic was wrapped inside the damp towel, which he had neatly folded, the sponge resting on top, when she returned to the room. He sat on the edge of her bed in the new tunic, which suited him well. He smiled. 

"When do my lessons begin?" he asked.

"They have begun," she answered, simply. She stood near the door, not trusting herself to resist him if he reached for her. He had given her much pleasure, but she knew his fingers were a poor substitute for the long, thick member she had only glimpsed through the wool of his tunic. 

"I mastered the skill of avoiding overexcitement and ruination of clothing many years ago with no assistance, though I realize my...performance this evening has provided little enough proof of that." His eyes twinkled with good humor. 

"Tonight I gave you the key, Caesar. Have you forgotten already?"

"I assure you, forgetting this evening is not a possibility."

"Can you return on the Kalends?" She ached at the thought of waiting that long, but knew it would be best to maintain some distance from him.

"Four days?" He managed to keep the disappointment out of his voice, but barely. He wanted to return tomorrow night. He wanted to stay longer this night. He wanted to...the thought was strangled by the uncomfortably tight subligaculum. 

Roxanna gave him a secretive smile and then humored both of their needs somewhat, "Perhaps that is a bit too long. Two days from now?"

"I will be here," he said. He stood and crossed the room in two easy strides, closing the distance between them to mere inches. He took her hand in his and bowed over it, his lips barely brushing her knuckles. He raised his smiling dark eyes to look into her jewel-green eyes. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Roxanna."

The smile she bestowed upon him was a bit wicked. "The pleasure was mine, Gaius Julius Caesar."



Educating Caesar Ch. 03



Ajax, a former gladiator and Roxanna's chief guard, was posted outside the heavy gate that accessed the small alley behind the property. He saw the senator approaching in the late twilight of the summer evening and opened the gate to admit him. Felicity, Roxanna's youngest servant, was waiting in the rear yard. She greeted the senator and showed him inside the house as Ajax bolted the gate. 

Felicity led the senator to the opened doors of the bedchamber where she gestured for him to enter and took her leave with a gracious bow.

Roxanna, wearing a lightweight dressing gown, was sitting in one of the chairs flanking the small citrus wood table in the corner of the chamber, sipping a cup of chilled wine. She smiled at the handsome figure he cut as he entered, walking straight to her bed as if it were his own. She had thought it best not to make him wait this evening, knowing he might be angry. Their second meeting had come only two days after their first; their third had been scheduled for two days following the second. Roxanna had cancelled that meeting, her message stating only that she was not well and would send word when she had recovered. That had been eight days ago. He was intelligent and she felt sure he had understood the circumstances, but there was no need to add insult to injury by making him wait for her to make an entrance tonight. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and his ankles. From this vantage point, he saw her immediately.

Roxanna sat the cup down, smiling at him as she rose. "I am happy to see you, Caesar."

He stood and appraised her briefly before gracing her with a somewhat cold smile. "And I, you, Roxanna. You look well; I hope you have made a complete recovery."

"I was not ill," she stated in a matter-of-fact tone as she approached him, stopping two feet before him.

"Your first message said you were unwell and your second, that you were recovered." His arms remained crossed as he spoke.

"I was... indisposed for your company. I regret the timing, but such things are unavoidable."

"Of course," he said, lowering his arms but not favoring her with a genuine smile.

"I am not blessed with...predictability in this matter. I saw no need to postpone our meeting for an event that might be many weeks in the future. I truly do regret the timing, Caesar, but it is beyond my control."

He stepped forward, satisfied by her revelation, and stroked her hair. "I hoped such was the case, but I feared you had changed your mind about our... agreement."

Roxanna rested one hand upon his, "You need not fear, Caesar; I never break my word." 

The laws of hospitality demanded that she see to his comfort, so she cast her eyes toward the refreshments on the small table and drew a breath to offer them to him.

Caesar rested a finger against her lips and shook his head, "There is nothing on that table that will ease the hunger I feel." His eyes held hers as he untied the four ribbons holding her dressing gown closed and untied his belt. He pulled the tunic over his head and opened her gown as he stepped closer, pressing their naked flesh together. He lowered his head and caught her mouth in an unapologetically passionate kiss.

He slipped his hands beneath the gown and fondled her perfect breasts, loving how quickly her nipples rose beneath his palms. 

Roxanna wrapped one arm around him to rub his back as she stroked and teased his nipples with the other hand. She broke the kiss, but only to enable her to taste his jaw, chin, and his neck as she kissed, licked, sucked and gently nipped at his flesh with her teeth. Caesar lifted his head, giving her full access as his hands became more insistent, squeezing her full breasts and pinching her nipples.

Roxanna lowered her head and flicked her tongue against his nipples before settling upon one and sucking it hard as she fluttered the tip of her tongue against it. She released it and licked her way to the other side, sucking and licking his other nipple. His breathing was heavy.

Caesar took a step backward, nearer to the bed, pulling Roxanna with him. She allowed it. 

Roxanna took a step forward, closer still to the bed, pushing Caesar before her. He allowed it.

The final step was a mutual performance with Caesar pulling and Roxanna pushing so that they both lost their balance and tumbled onto the bed. Well beyond the mindset of saving face, the two simply continued their heated embrace as if the unceremonious fall had been part of their plan. 

Caesar rolled Roxanna onto her back, his hands still upon her breasts. "What have you to teach me tonight, Roxanna?" he whispered directly into her ear before he nibbled his way down her neck.

"A secret that is practically unknown to men," was her rather breathless reply. His mouth had joined his hands. Roxanna's pleasure was heightened by her understanding of Caesar's fixation upon her breasts this evening. She knew his desire to touch and taste them was the result of spending many days dwelling upon the memory of their last encounter, when she had pleasured him with her breasts. The memory was powerful for her as well and she ran both hands through his hair, pulling his face almost painfully against her bosom. 

Caesar felt the tension rising in her. He stroked his right hand down her torso and over the narrow strip of her short pubic hair. He gasped when his fingers encountered her dripping pussy, "You have missed me," he growled. He slid two fingers between her lips, stroking from her swollen clit to her pulsing little hole. Roxanna surprised him by grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand up. She fixed her eyes upon the glistening fingers and then took those two fingers into her mouth, sucking her juices off them. Caesar waited for her to release the fingers and then he returned them to her box, giving her clit several strokes before inserting the fingers into her tight cunt. This time he brought the fingers to her mouth without any prompting and, as she sucked them in, he kissed her, tasting her juices as she did so. 

"Now I shall taste your nectar directly from its source," he whispered, pulling her legs roughly over his shoulders as he buried his face in her crotch.

"Oh... Caesar... you've got me so close already!" She moaned and arched her back when she felt his fingers pushing against her opening. "Quickly, turn your palm up toward the ceiling. Yes, perfect! You must keep your palm in that position. Now, for the love of all the gods, finger fuck me hard and fast while you suck my clit!"

Caesar did as he was told and was soon rewarded by a dramatic increase in the volume of her moans.

"Just like that...just like that...gods...yes...yes...you're going to make me cum! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh... Caesar! Hold your fingers inside me and curl them as if you are motioning for someone to approach you. Yes! Yes! Keep doing that! There... there... there... CAESAR... GODS... OH... OH... UNGH.... FUCK!" 

Roxanna was screaming now and tossing her head violently from side to side. She clamped down on his fingers harder than he had ever experienced, as a gush of fluid flowed from her. He felt her spasm two more times, both accompanied by the rushing fluids. She pushed his hand away and he looked down, shocked to see that her thighs and her dressing gown were soaked. She was panting heavily.

"What in Hades just happened, Roxanna?"

"What did it feel like, Caesar? What does it look like?"

Caesar's mind struggled to wrap itself around the situation. "I felt your climax begin and then... it's as if you... ejaculated. But women are not capable of such a thing..."

"Yet, I am a woman and I just did so. I would say that is strong evidence that we are indeed capable of such a thing..."

"I have never heard of a woman spraying forth her pleasure like a man..."

"I told you it was a secret practically unknown to men. And now you are one of the very few who know how to accomplish such a feat." Roxanna smiled up at him, still panting. "In some ways, women are very like men; but not in all ways. Having spent my passion at the skillful urging of your mouth and fingers, my desire has only increased."

Roxanna raised herself to a sitting position so she could reach his cock. Its rigidity told her that he was powerfully excited by this newly gained knowledge. "Umm.... You are like smoothly polished stone. I would have you inside me now. Would you like to be inside me, Caesar?"

Caesar's reply was a low, dangerous sounding growl. 

Roxanna flipped onto her hands and knees, crawling up to the head of the bed. She reached back and pulled the dressing gown high up her back before she entwined her fingers into the ornately carved headpiece of the bed. She spread her legs wide and thrust her curvaceous ass into the air, waving it from side to side as a moan of frustrated desire escaped her. She looked imploringly at him over her shoulder. "You've made me so hot and wet, Caesar. I'm on fire for you! Please fill me with your cock. I need it so badly. I've waited so long. Please, Caesar, I'm begging for your cock. Mount me and ride me hard!"

Caesar watched as she thrust her pelvis up and down in the air. Her slit was slick and swollen, its lips spread like a flower. He climbed behind her, twining the fingers of his left hand into the headpiece of the bed. Kneeling above her, his cock found her opening with no assistance and he thrust himself all the way to the hilt, reaching his right hand around her to finger her button as he began fucking her in earnest.

"Oh, yes, yes! Finger my little clit while you fuck me. I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh.... oh... oh... oh."

Caesar's balls slapped against her as he rammed his manhood into her quivering depths. They were very full. His wife had offered herself to him twice. He had been more than willing to relieve himself of his burden within her, but his thoughts had unfailingly led him to the memory of Roxanna's tits bouncing up and down the length of his ample shaft, his seed spurting onto her face as she masturbated herself to orgasm at his feet. No, he would not pollute his marriage bed with thoughts of another woman. Twice, he had awakened in the night from dreams of Roxanna and both times, he had narrowly avoided spilling his seed unbidden, though his sleeping tunics were wet through with pre-cum. 

Roxanna had haunted him in the very Senate house as long-winded tribunes droned on and on in favor of practical laws the Senate, in its greed, would never pass. Caesar's mind had returned effortlessly to Roxanna's cum-soaked face, his cock swelling and dripping. In one particularly crowded meeting, his late arrival had resulted in having to stand at the back of the packed curia. His mind, full of Roxanna's cunt and tits and language, had gained superiority of his body, his reason only returning when the unconscious swaying of his body, pressing the sensitive head of his prick against the coarse cloth of his tunic brought him dangerously close to ejaculation. Complaining of an excruciating headache, he had excused himself from the company of the others as soon as the session had ended, rushed home and stalked straight to his bedchamber. He had banished his wife, his mother and his servants and had bolted the door behind him, leaving his body servant to explain that the master had taken ill with a headache. As soon as the clamoring outside the door faded, Caesar had impatiently freed himself from the heavy toga and removed his tunic, casting both of them into a heap in the corner. He had dropped onto the sleeping couch, one foot still upon the floor in his rushed movements, pumped his cock furiously, biting his lip to remain quiet as his body jerked violently and he sent six great volleys of jizz flying. The first had narrowly missed his face, striking the wall behind his head.

The single, frenzied self-induced release was the only one he had allowed himself during his eight-day hiatus from the object of his obsession. Now, with his cock finally buried inside her amazing cunt, he wished he had stroked himself off this evening before visiting her. He was too easily stimulated and, as she pushed her perfect ass against his groin and he watched his cock piston in and out of her soaking wet pussy, he knew he could not hold out. When she lost her grip on the headpiece and her upper body collapsed onto the bed, leaving her ass high in the air, he grabbed her hips and thrust so hard and fast that he soon emptied himself into her with a great, loud howl of release. 

He fell beside her and rolled onto his back and, after both had cooled and caught their breath, Roxanna had rested her head upon his chest and thrown one leg across his thighs. Caesar twisted a lock of her hair in his fingers as he considered this situation. 

Roxanna had been the most skilled prostitute in Rome and had made a fortune. She was not lacking in business and financial skill. Only a few years older than Caesar, Roxanna had been able to retire from selling her own body and now ran the most prosperous brothel in the city, catering to the whims of Rome's elite. 

Caesar had hired her to train him in the arts of lovemaking and she had accepted, though not without trepidation. He was not troubled that Roxanna was not living up to her end of the bargain, for he knew beyond any doubt that Roxanna had already taught him a great deal. It was something altogether different that concerned him and he decided it would be best to voice those concerns.

"You have bewitched me, Roxanna." 

Roxanna heard the candor in his soft voice and knew he was troubled; knew he was seeking an explanation and her advice. She also knew that she must be completely honest with him. "No less than you have bewitched me, Caesar." She felt him tense at her reply and, sighing, sat up, pulling the dressing own closed as she looked down at him.

"Do not trouble yourself, Caesar. This is infatuation, which is the child of desire. Infatuation is like a creeping vine that grows around us without our knowledge until we find ourselves ensnared. Sometimes infatuation binds a man and a woman closely enough and for a long enough time to allow love to take root and grow about them, but that requires circumstances that you and I do not share. Love requires a deep inner knowledge and complete acceptance of another. We do not know each other, not really, and it is unlikely we ever shall. Even if we do acquire such knowledge, we are from," Roxanna looked away, knitting her brows and lowering her voice to a whisper, "different worlds." 

She turned her attention back to Caesar, favoring him with a soft smile as she lightly stroked his chest. "It is just as well that you experience this unsettling emotion now. Infatuation can be powerful and easily mistaken for love, and that makes it far more dangerous. When it does not encourage the growth of love, infatuation's temporary nature always brings regret. Men do foolish things in the name of love, after all. An act of love is a noble thing- so long as it is borne by love. When an amorous infatuation cools, actions taken on its behalf become ridiculous.

"You must be on your guard with infatuation, Caesar, for it cannot always be avoided and, depending upon its object, it is possible for love to grow in its shadow."

Caesar had laced his fingers behind his head as she had spoken. He smiled up at her. "Your wisdom surpasses your beauty, and that is no small achievement. 

You speak of the difference between love and infatuation as if you have known both; have you, Roxanna?"

Roxanna withdrew from the bed and poured another cup of the chilled wine. The snow packed around the pitcher was melting quickly in the summer heat. She sipped the wine before answering his question. "I have known the love of a child for her parents and the love between close friends."

Caesar sat up, holding his hand out for the cup. As Roxanna returned to the bed, he asked, "You have never been 'in' love?"

Roxanna smiled, giving a shake of her head as she placed the cup in his hand. "That is a dangerous question- one I would advise you not to ask the women in your future." She sat facing him as he drank. "Once, before I arrived in Rome, before I set my mind to the course my life would take, I loved a man."

"What happened," Caesar asked. 

Roxanna knew from his tone that he was not simply making conversation; he sincerely wished to know. She breathed a soft sigh. "It was not meant to be. There were...complications."

"Was he married?"

"In a way; he was tied to another through a bond stronger than marriage. I knew nothing of this bond when I came to love him and, when he revealed his secret, I knew I could not trust in the love he professed for me."

Caesar was about to ask another question when Roxanna gave him a warning look. "I have answered your question, Caesar; I have been in love. I am disinclined to expound upon this subject, besides," she said, giving him a mysterious smile, "a woman lacking secrets makes for a boring lover."

"You need not worry about being accused of that offense," Caesar laughed.

"If I were so accused," Roxanna began in her honey and incense voice, leaning forward just enough to allow the dressing gown to fall open, as she placed one fingertip against his chin and slowly traced her way downward, "who would represent me before the court?"

Caesar was powerless against her enticing pout and the fingertip that was now brushing against his navel with no signs of slowing its descent. "I can think of one or two advocates who would be," he paused, his words lost as her fingertip reached its destination and was joined by its fellows. "I would represent you," he finished in a thick voice.

"Truly? What gift could I offer you in return for such a service?" 

Her face was pure innocence, which was more than he could say for any other part of her at that particular moment. "Actually," he managed, "I very recently discovered a particularly sensitive area of the female anatomy. It is very responsive to manual stimulation, but I wonder if it can be stimulated using another appendage. Perhaps you could gift me with enlightenment?"

Roxanna motioned for him to lie on his back and then she removed the dressing gown, folding it double and double again. "Lift up," she instructed, sliding one end of the gown beneath his raised hindquarters. She then sat astride him, caressing his hard length with her slick warmth. "I've shown you the location; let us see if you learned any engineering skills during your stint in the legions," she challenged as she deftly positioned him with one hand.

Caesar thrust into her at once and answered her challenge with a passion-glazed smile, "Oh, I have a keen grasp of engineering." Placing one hand upon her hip and the other midway up her back, he angled her body as he made a series of shallow thrusts inside her. Satisfied that his calculations were correct, he grabbed both of her hips and ground her down onto him, sliding her back and forth upon his shaft. 

Caesar maintained the perfect angle, speed and depth through three of Roxanna's earth-shattering, bed-soaking orgasms. When she was somewhat recovered from the last, she straightened her back and looked down at him in respect. "You do have a keen grasp of engineering. Tell me, Caesar, what do you think of THIS grasp?" She tightened her muscles around him as she took over, raising and lowering herself upon him in a fast pace.

Caesar considered her question for about thirty seconds. He replied by pinning her against him with his strong hands as he made his final thrust, penetrating her as deeply as possible.



Educating Caesar Ch. 04



Roxanna reclined upon her bed, a partially unfurled scroll held precariously in one hand. Her other hand had fallen to her side and the opened portion of the scroll rested upon her body. She had fallen asleep while reading. Felicity had escorted Caesar to the doorway but had not stepped inside and was unaware of her mistress' vulnerable state. 

Caesar smiled. He had awakened beside her one time, after a brief nap, and had watched her sleep for a moment, but he had never caught her completely unawares. He crept up beside the bed and gazed down at Roxanna. Her face, perfectly relaxed, looked like that of a girl. The childlike resemblance ended there, as the rest of her was woman. She wore a sheer, multi-layered dressing gown that had fallen open enough to reveal a valley of cleavage. One leg was completely uncovered from toes to high upon the thigh. A small tag dangling from the scroll identified it as Sappho. 

Caesar carefully lowered his weight to the bed, sitting beside her and stroked aside a tendril of hair that had loosened itself from the silver combs supporting the rest of her upswept fiery curls. Roxanna stirred and lazily opened her eyes.

She smiled sleepily at him. "Gaius Julius, I have never seen you in full senatorial regalia; you almost make me feel guilty for having fallen asleep."

Roxanna had addressed him as Senator, by his full name, and by his cognomen (which was his preference), but she had never used his familiar name, even in the throes of passion. Caesar found the concept oddly arousing. He wondered how much more so it might be if she should call him by his praenomen alone, to hear her whisper "Gaius" against his neck as he entered her. She had distracted him far too easily, he realized.

"Almost? I am devastated; I thought to dazzle you with the power of my station," he jested, stroking the side of her face gently before he stood. 

She stretched languidly and laid the scroll aside before standing to face him.

Roxanna lifted her hands slightly, gesturing with her eyes at his civic crown. "May I?" Caesar nodded and Roxanna lifted it from his head, resting it carefully upon the bed. She stroked his left arm, which was bent to support the folds of the toga, again eyeing him askance. He relaxed his arm and she unwound the heavy garment, taking care to fold it neatly before discarding it beside the crown. 

She took his hand and led him to one of the comfortable chairs flanking the citrus wood table. When he was seated, she poured him a cup of wine and then drew a small footstool before him. Caesar was mildly surprised when she sat on the stool, lifted one of his legs across her knees and unbuckled the red clasp of his shoe.

"Roxanna, this is not necessary," he began.

"Shhh," she shushed him. "I am your host and it is my duty to see to your comfort." Her words were softened by her smile. After removing his shoes, she excused herself into the adjoining room and returned with a bowl of rosewater, a sponge and a towel. Caesar opened his mouth to protest, but she silenced him with a pointed look. Roxanna sat the bowl on the floor and opened her gown to mid-thigh as she sat back on the stool and covered her legs with the towel. She brought both his feet into her lap and absently hummed a familiar tune as she washed and then dried his feet and legs. She then retreated with the bathing items into the other room. This time she returned with a long-stemmed glass bottle and another soft towel. 

Caesar's only resistance was a slow shake of his head, but Roxanna read the upturned corners of his lips as proof positive that he was enjoying this attention. Drawing his feet into her lap again, she poured a small portion of the scented oil into the cup of her palm and massaged it into his legs. She hummed again as she discovered and loosened all the little pockets of tension in his muscles. She poured more oil and applied it to his feet, where her expert fingers worked some miracle that somehow relaxed his entire body. He gave a contented sigh as she lowered his feet to the mosaic floor and then wiped the excess oil from her hands with the towel. He sat his empty cup on the table and smiled at the wonderful woman still sitting on the stool before him.

The pure pleasure in his eyes caused Roxanna to blush, something she felt sure she had not done in years. She had become accustomed to giving men pleasure with her body, but the simple act of rubbing this man's feet held an intimacy she had rarely known. She lowered her head, flustered by the pink betrayal of her own flesh. She did not raise her head and meet his eyes until the tingling sensation faded from her face. She was relieved that he did not remark upon the incident, which she knew he had clearly seen. 

He fixed his eyes upon hers. "Please forgive my lateness," he said.

"You provided me with a rarity: a bit of peace and quiet; if anything, I should thank you," Roxanna replied.

Caesar stood and walked to the bed, gathering his toga and crown.

"Are you leaving?" she asked, her voice betraying her disappointment.

Caesar glanced over his shoulder at her as he picked up the scroll she had left upon the bed, "Leaving?" He turned with his arms full. "No. Your scroll and my crown are rather delicate, and this happens to be my best toga, so I thought it wise to remove them to a safer location." He deposited the stack in the chair he had so recently occupied and gave her a crooked smile. "Yes, they shall be safer in this chair."

Roxanna watched as Caesar closed and bolted the doors and then turned to her. He smiled as he approached her and his nearness triggered the usual reactions within her body. He extended one hand and drew her to her feet. "For one who warns so strongly against infatuation, you seem quite disturbed at the idea of my leaving." His smile would have been sardonic, were it not for the playfulness in his eyes.

"I...it is," Roxanna became flustered and, to her surprise, felt herself blushing again under his amused scrutiny.

"Do not worry, that is not my plan," he said, soothingly, as he drew her close. He lifted her, one arm supporting her upper back and the other catching her beneath her knees. 

Roxanna wrapped her arms around his neck and purred, "What exactly is your plan?" 

He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He sat beside her, calmly unclasped her gown and opened it completely, revealing her wondrous flesh in all its beauty. "My plan," he began, pausing to pull his tunic over his head, "is to ravish you so completely that the only word you can draw from your mind and past your lips is my name."

Roxanna took a breath to speak out, but he stayed her words with one finger across her lips as he lowered himself onto the bed.

"Not now, Roxanna," he warned in a quiet voice. He was on his side, facing her, and her body betrayed her by rolling to face him. He held her eyes as he pushed the sleeve of her gown off her shoulder and freed her arm. He ran his fingers over her arm and dropped his eyes, drinking in the sight of her naked body. "Mars has been known to set aside his shield for such beauty," he whispered. 

Roxanna was mesmerized by the reverence in his voice and facial expression. She watched as his graceful hand hovered above the dip between her ribcage and her hip for a moment before he lowered it and extended his index finger, tracing it across the depression of her navel before lifting it so that he was no longer touching her. She could not see his hand when he next made contact with her skin, again barely touching her at all as he ran the same finger against the hollow at the base of her neck. He lifted his hand again and she felt his finger against the line of cleavage between her breasts.

Caesar continued in this manner, tracing a ghost of a touch over the inside of her elbow, beneath her lips, the shell of her ear, the curve of her cheek. He turned her hand over and traced the lines in her palm. Roxanna shivered.

His eyes returned to hers and he cupped her face in his palm. He did not close his eyes as he lowered his lips to hers, the touch of his mouth as soft as the touch of his hand. When he parted his lips, she did also. The kindling passion within her caused her eyes to close, but his kiss remained tender as if he wanted nothing more than to catch her lips between his own over and over. 

When he had driven her to distraction, she opened her eyes, looking directly into his. He gently sucked her lower lip into his mouth and ran his tongue over it before releasing it, finally kissing her fully and deeply as he shifted his position to enclose her face in both his hands. Roxanna cradled the back of his head in her hand and wrapped her leg around his. 

Caesar knew Roxanna would use her leg to pull their bodies together. He also knew that, if he allowed her to do so, he would be powerless to resist her. He broke the kiss as slowly as he dared and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. He had read her right and she played beautifully into his plan by not releasing his leg as he executed the roll. Now that she was lying on top of him with one leg already outside his, Caesar felt certain she would carry out the next portion of his plan for him.

Roxanna realized she was in the position of power now, and she intended to make the most of it. Taking the weight of her upper body on her hands, which were positioned at either side of Caesar's head, she pulled her legs up so her knees were outside his hips. 

Caesar caught the back of her head in his hands and crushed her lips to his. Roxanna had done exactly what he had hoped, but he was finding it difficult to think beyond the velvet warmth of her tongue. Finally, he had a firm grip beneath each of her knees and was ready for her to make the next move.

Roxanna's desire, fed by his kiss, demanded contact of a more intimate nature that would be difficult to achieve in her current position. She broke the kiss and rocked back on her knees.

Caesar tensed as she pulled back and, when she was perfectly balanced, he tightened his grip behind her knees and pulled her forward. As he had expected, the effort had also pushed his body downward slightly, toward the foot of the bed. Neither change was great, but the combined effect was perfect. When Roxanna lowered herself onto him, her body met his stomach- considerably higher than the area for which she had aimed.

Her brow knit in frustration, she tried to correct her position. Caesar's strong hands on her hips prevented her from moving. She eyed askance of him.

Caesar shook his head. He let go of her hips and took her hands, pulling her slowly forward, back up onto her knees. "Perfect," he whispered. He caressed her with both hands, running them up the outsides of her thighs, her waist, and her ribcage. Then he slowly moved inward, cupping one perfect breast in each hand. Caesar and Roxanna were perfectly still, the worshipper and the worshipped.

He released his hold upon them, brushing her nipples with his palms as he worked his hands in a slow circular motion. He pressed his hands against her breasts again and ran each of his middle fingers over the bumpy flesh surrounding her nipples until she sighed, then he caught them between his index and middle fingers, massaging them until she moaned. He was looking directly into her eyes when he pinched them lightly, causing her lips to part in a gasp. He dropped his hands back to her hips.

Roxanna instinctively pouted and cupped one breast, leaning forward and offering it to Caesar's mouth as she took her weight on her free hand. She stroked his lips with her hardened nipple. Caesar pushed her hand away as he grabbed her breast, his other arm wrapping around her, pulling her forward as he closed his lips on her, sucking. She obliged him, supporting the weight of her upper body on her arms as he squeezed her tits with both hands, his mouth moving from one to the other. He pushed them together and frantically pulled both nipples into his mouth at the same time. He pulled her down onto him, burying his face between them. 

When the pleasure became unbearable, she pulled away and laid down on her back, reaching for him. Caesar moved to her side, kissing her until they were both breathless. Roxanna wrapped her leg around his and, this time he did not resist her when she pulled him closer, rolling to her side to meet his body. 

Caesar's touches became gentle again as he rolled her onto her back and moved over her. He slipped his left hand beneath her, resting his palm between her shoulder blades. His right hand stroked the back of her neck and he kissed her, looking into her eyes as he entered her. 

His face was too close to focus upon, but Roxanna saw that his eyes widened as he slowly pushed deeper into her. When he was completely inside of her, his eyes fluttered closed and he groaned against her lips. Her hands were on his back and she pressed him closer, breaking the kiss and nuzzling her face against his neck. She took a deep breath, the smell of his skin as arousing as its feel. She felt his hands pull her closer still and they simply held each other that way for what seemed both an eternity and a fleeting moment.

Neither Caesar, nor Roxanna could remember exactly when it happened or who had initiated it, they just realized they were moving and allowed it to happen, though they did not release their tight hold upon each other. Each time they moved away from each other only made the next coming together sweeter. The rhythm did not vary; there was no hurry as time was suspended for them. Her face was against his neck and his face was enveloped in her hair. Her legs were wrapped loosely around his waist, allowing them to move against each other easily. The only sounds were their sighs. 

Caesar knew by the little moans escaping Roxanna; by the tension he felt in the muscles of her neck and back and by the quivering of the muscles in her legs that she was close. The knowledge that he was pleasing her affected him deeply and soon his broken breath informed Roxanna that Caesar was close as well. His pleasure moved her just as hers moved him, fanning the flames of passion.

In the final moments, he lifted himself to look at her. Roxanna's eyes widened, her grip increased upon his back, her teeth chattered and, as he felt the first contractions of her tightness against him, she pulled his face back beside hers. "Oh, Gaius," she whispered.

"Roxanna," was his growled reply as he maintained the rhythm through the first of his own spasms before giving himself over to instinct and delivering his seed into her womb with one final deep thrust.

She took his weight when he relaxed upon her, spent. His tenderness had shattered her. She wanted only to lie like this, in his arms, with his breath caressing her ear and the droplets of their mingled sweat tickling her sides. She wished only to hold him with her arms and her legs, for him to stay inside of her until nature saw fit to separate them.

Caesar stirred and Roxanna tightened her arms and legs around him involuntarily. He lifted his head and smiled down at her, a bead of sweat falling from the end of his nose to her chin. "Am I not suffocating you?"

"No," she half lied; it was difficult to catch her breath, but not worth releasing him and having him release her. She closed her eyes and pulled him back to her. 

Caesar submitted, his soft laughter against her damp neck giving her chills.

Roxanna finally became uncomfortable enough to free him and he rolled onto his back. The night was hot and they were coated in sweat. Caesar slept upon the cool, dry linens onto which he had escaped. Roxanna arose and slipped into the adjoining room. This was her dressing room. Its walls were lined with thick cedar shelves, save the area occupied by a beautifully carved cedar table and matching pedestal seat- all gifts from an Egyptian ambassador. 

Vials of perfume and bottles of scented oil were neatly ordered upon the table before the large, highly polished brass mirror. The assortment of creams and ointments she used to hold the ravages of time at bay were discreetly stored in a small basket with a lid. The sponge in the bowl of rosewater sat beside the empty water pitcher.

Her clothing was neatly folded and arranged to her specifications. Between the stacks were cachets of lavender and fennel, which, along with the cedar of the shelves, protected against fleas and moths.

Bed linens and towels of various sizes were stored upon the shelves along the back wall. Beside these was a large basket containing sponges, loofahs and pumice stones. The lowest shelf bore several lengths of fabric. Beneath these were the newest additions to her wardrobe- though they were not meant for her: two tunics, two togas, two belts, a pair of sandals, a pair of shoes, and a dark woolen cloak. Tonight was the first time he had come to her in his senatorial splendor, but she had ordered the extra set of clothing nonetheless. She had considered everything; a box lined in fine Coan cloth held the intricately woven oak leaves of a civic crown. One must be prepared for any situation and, for Caesar, that included guarding his honor and, if need be, his identity.

Roxanna passed through this room and into her personal bathing chamber. Another thick, bolted door separated it from the corridor. She unbolted it and opened it only wide enough to call for Ajax. She whispered to him for a moment and then retreated into her bath, closing the door behind her. She padded back into her bedchamber and gathered his discarded tunic and toga. When she returned to her bathing chamber, the lamps had been lit and four kitchen slaves were pouring hot water from two amphorae into the large pool. Another slave had opened the tap above the pool and cool water was mixing with the hot. Roxanna gave instructions for the temperature of the water and handed the tunic and toga over to Felicity with more instructions.

Roxanna unbolted the door to her bedchamber before going to sit on the bed. "Caesar," she called him from sleep in a singsong voice, stroking his damp hair. She smiled when he opened his dark eyes. "You are lucky this night is so hot; I would be sorely tempted to allow you to sleep if there were a dry spot on this bed to which I could retreat."

He returned her smile. "You are not prone to the wiles of temptation."

Roxanna rolled her eyes and laughed in response. "Come; the hour grows late."

Caesar stood, stretched and then followed Roxanna through her dressing room and into the bath, his eyes taking stock of her many luxuries. The knowledge of how she afforded such items stung him. Jealousy was not an emotion he was accustomed to, though he recognized it easily enough. He told himself that these items could easily have been purchased with her winnings from Crassus, whom she had never touched. The thought acted as a balm.

"In you go," she gestured to the steps at one end of the bath.

Caesar's ever-vigilant eyes saw the towels and bathing implements sitting upon a low table beside the pool and knew there would be no attending slaves. Roxanna was a master at discretion; other than the guard who always admitted him to the property and the girl who always welcomed him, Roxanna had shielded his visits completely from what must have been a very large staff.

He stepped into the water and found its temperature perfect, cool enough to be refreshing and warm enough to be comfortable. He sat upon the wide bench that lined the sides of the bath and sighed in contentment before he slid down, disappearing beneath the water. Roxanna saw his fingers moving through his hair and then he resurfaced, shaking his head. 

Roxanna's voice was quiet, as she did not like the echoes in this room. Even the profusion of plants and the heavy window coverings did not completely eliminate the effect. "What do you prefer for your bath?" One hand was poised over the options.




Educating Caesar Ch. 04



Refreshed and awakened by the water, Caesar had a deliciously wicked idea. "All of them." He held out his hands, "I will hold them so you can disrobe."

Her eyes snapped to his. "A generous offer, Caesar, but I did not plan to join you in the bath; I shall attend your needs from here."

"Nonsense. This bath is large enough for four, and you would benefit from its use no less than I will. Join me, Roxanna."

Roxanna shook her head. "It is late," she warned.

"Do you think I am incapable of forethought? I have a perfectly respectable and unassailable alibi. Join me, the water is divine."

"You are becoming a wicked, debauched senator," Roxanna jokingly accused, a smile dancing on her face as she placed the sponges and stone at the lip of the tub beside his head. She stood and sauntered to the steps, watching his face as she unfastened her dressing gown and shrugged her shoulders so it fell to her feet. She watched the changes in his expression, from amusement to appreciation to desire. She reached up and freed her long hair from its combs, which she dropped atop the discarded gown and took the first step into the bath, the water covering her ankles. She did not know if it was the cool water on her feet or the heat of his gaze on her body that caused her nipples to stand at attention, but his expression changed yet again- from desire to something very near lechery, as his lips parted slightly to reveal clenched teeth. She continued until she stood before him, the water lapping against her knees. "You were right, this is more practical," she said.

"Practical?" His voice was husky and held an undertone of confusion.

"Yes. I would never have been able to bathe you properly from so high a perch." Roxanna moved closer, reaching above and behind his head for the sponge, which she dipped into the water and then brought to his face, rubbing it across his forehead and down his cheeks. She dipped it into the water again and then washed his neck, leaning over and pulling his head forward to reach the back. His lips were only an inch away from her nipples and his breath upon them made them harder still. Ripples spread around his arms as he moved them toward her, but she stepped back and shook her head, giving him the wicked smile that made it very difficult for him not to pull her to him and claim her immediately. It was only its promise of further pleasure that stayed him. "You must sit still and do as you're told until I have finished bathing you."

"Only if I can return the favor," he replied. 

Roxanna laughed seductively as she moved closer to him. "Oooh, I would very much like for you to bathe me, Caesar," she whispered. He swallowed.

She washed his shoulders before passing the sponge beneath the water to wash his chest. She bent her left arm, resting the back of her hand against her shoulder. She wiggled the fingers as she said, "Give me your right hand." He twined his fingers with hers and she brought the sponge up, rubbing it over his knuckles. She squeezed the sponge lightly and a stream of water ran between their hands and down her chest, dripping from the tip of her left nipple. She shivered and he clenched his jaw. His arms were long and she had to step closer to pass the sponge all the way to his shoulder. She pushed his hand away before releasing it, passed the sponge to her left hand and brought her right hand to her shoulder. He raised his left hand from the water and she repeated the same steps as she washed it. This time, when she stepped closer to wash his upper arm, he could not resist the temptation and caught the final droplet of water dangling from her nipple with his tongue. Roxanna paused for the briefest of moments but then continued her task.

"I need you to slide to the edge of the bench so I can wash your back," she said. Caesar obeyed, spreading his long legs around Roxanna so his feet touched the bottom of the opposite bench. She moved in so close he could feel the warmth of her body and then she lifted her right leg and placed it outside his left. She leaned forward to trade the sponge for the loofah and her breasts pressed against his left shoulder. He turned his head and her long red mane brushed against his face. 

Roxanna decided to scrub his entire back from her current position, the inside of her thigh pressing against the outside of his beneath the water. To reach the far side of his back, she had to press her body against his and she placed her left hand on his right shoulder to counteract the weakness in her knees. Her purpose for bathing him was to drive him insane with desire, but she was finding herself less immune to that particular malady than she had hoped.

Caesar closed his eyes, his attention focused entirely upon the sensation of the narrow strip of hair on her mound that was now pressing against his upper torso. He turned his head so that his face was between her breasts and then, almost involuntarily, ran the outside of his left hand slowly up the inside of her right thigh. She moved away and he opened his eyes to find her standing again between his legs, the loofah exchanged for the sponge once again. 

"Arms up, over your head," she instructed. She stepped in again, sliding the sponge along first one, then the other of his sensitive sides, from his hips to his armpits. Bending again, she reached for the pumice stone and then sat on the edge of the opposite bench, the water covering her breasts. She caught one of his ankles with her toes and pulled his foot up. She worked the pumice against the bottom of his foot as she stroked the top with her hand, running her index finger between his toes. 

Roxanna finished his other foot and then handed him the stone, which he took with a puzzled expression. "I need the sponge, if you don't mind," she said. He turned slightly to replace the stone and take the sponge, which he offered her. She took it and her face lit again in its wicked smile. "Stand up." Roxanna held his eyes firmly as he did so. "Turn around." 

Caesar turned and Roxanna allowed herself to exhale as she took in the sight of his magnificent body, dripping with water. She moved the sponge over the muscles of his perfectly formed ass and then down one leg, working her way back up the front of the leg so she could repeat the process with the other. 

Their shared knowledge that she was swiftly running out of flesh to wash made each movement excruciatingly exciting for both of them. When she had finished with his legs, she paused for few seconds, squeezing the sponge beneath the water. Finally, she whispered, "Turn."

Roxanna didn't bother looking into his eyes this time. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in desire. She could feel his eyes on her and she lifted her own to meet them as she raised the dripping sponge from the water. She reached up, pressing the sponge against his flat stomach, sending streams of water down his thighs. "Closer," her whisper was barely audible, little more than a wish. He stepped closer. 

Her movements were slow, almost drunken, as she dropped the sponge and caught it as it sank into the water. She raised it and set her jaw, determined to finish what she had started. Placing her left hand on his thigh, she gently brushed the sponge across his scrotum. Caesar closed his eyes and shifted one foot, spreading his legs for her. Roxanna lifted the swollen sack and ran the sponge behind it, stroking him as far back as possible. 

Caesar heard the sponge dip into the water again, the water pouring out of it as she lifted it. He groaned when she pressed it firmly against the base of his turgid manhood and slowly worked her way up his shaft. When she reached its head, she squeezed the sponge and water cascaded down his length. He looked down and found Roxanna's eyes locked in unadulterated lust on his cock. Her face was almost touching him and her mouth was open as if she wanted to worship him with her lips and tongue. The sponge fell from her hand and she traced his length with two fingers. When they reached the base, her hand fell into the water.

Roxanna slowly lifted her eyes to his and he knew her desire was beyond words. Her eyes plead silently and she finally managed a soft whisper, "Caesar."

He was beside her before his name had finished passing her lips. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he reached beneath the water with his free hand, searching for her own. He pulled her before him, releasing her hand in favor of her ankle, which he guided. Roxanna positioned the other to match so she was sitting on his lap, facing him with her legs crossed behind him. Her mind spun at how he could accomplish this so quickly, but he chased the thought out of her mind when he grasped the back of her neck with one dripping hand and crushed her mouth against his in a savage kiss.

Caesar's other hand was at the small of her back, pulling her body fully against his and she groaned into his mouth when the hard length of him pressed against the sensitive and swollen flesh between her legs. She tightened her legs around him and pressed herself against him harder, whimpering. He did not break the kiss, but drew back enough to allow him to speak between their flicking tongues. "Roxanna," he began, only to feel her hands on the back of his head, forcing his mouth back against hers. He was lost in the abandon of the kiss for a moment. "Listen...listen to me." He smothered her mouth with his again before he continued; "You must relax your legs..." She responded by tightening them even more, pressing the incredible heat of her center against his shaft. He moaned and sucked her tongue. "Relax your legs, Roxanna!" She whimpered against his mouth, her frustration building. Finally, he did break the kiss, though it was incredibly difficult to fight her frenzied need for him and his for her. Her eyes were wild with passion when she opened them to find his reason for pulling away from her. Panting, his hands caught in her wet hair, he managed to get the words out. "I cannot get inside you like this...Relax your legs around me for a moment so I can position myself."

His words enflamed her desire even more and she attacked his mouth with even greater vigor in a kiss that he returned with all his passion. Caesar knew Roxanna had understood him, though, as the pressure of her legs against his lower back decreased. 

Roxanna broke the kiss and, placing her hands on his shoulders, she lifted her body several inches. Caesar's hands closing on her hips brought another whimper from her. Her eyes caught his as he guided her over him. She lowered herself slowly, allowing him to guide her by his own calculations. He closed his eyes for a moment and she heard the rush of his breath a split second before she felt it against her neck as the initial contact was made. She lost the ability to support her head and rested her forehead against his, still looking into his eyes.

Caesar looked up at her. "Perfect," he breathed. "Now we can each have what we want."

He expected her to release his shoulders immediately and closed his eyes in preparation for the pleasure of entering her. He was surprised when she continued holding herself over him. He opened his eyes, meeting hers and was even more surprised, though pleasantly so, to see the ghost of her wicked smile shining dimly through the beautiful mask of her desire.

"What do YOU want, Caesar?" She asked.

His smile was no less wicked than her own as he answered, "I want the same thing you want, Roxanna."

"Mmmm...and what exactly is that, Caesar?"

Roxanna bit her lower lip and Caesar fought the urge to act instead of speak. "You want me inside of you, Roxanna," he said through clenched teeth.

She whimpered again, her nails digging into his shoulders as she fought the same instinct. "And YOU want to be inside of me, Caesar?"

He pulled her down, his head lodging tightly against her entrance. They moaned in unison. Caesar changed his tactic. "No, Roxanna; I NEED to be inside you. I NEED to feel your hot, tight depths around me just as YOU need ME to ease the ache deep inside you. You ARE aching for me, aren't you, Roxanna?"

"Yes!"

"Do you feel me, hard and throbbing, at your threshold?"

"Oooh, yes..."

"You know I have much more than that to offer you..."

Roxanna's eyes snapped open, mad with passion. She was very near the breaking point. She licked her lips. "Mmmm... I do know. Are you offering ALL you have?" she cooed, already loosening her grip on his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she awaited his answer.

"Oh, yes," Caesar whispered, tightening his grip upon her, "every... rigid... inch."

"Ohhh," she moaned, unable to speak, she slid her hands behind his neck, locking her fingers together for support. 

Caesar accepted the weight she had entrusted to his hands and lowered her ever so slowly upon him, entering her inch by inch as her legs locked behind him. He closed his eyes and held her still for a moment. He was relieved she allowed him the stillness and quiet he needed to tightly reign in his control. When he opened his eyes, it was as if he had opened all of his senses and she invaded them completely. He suddenly felt the warm curves of her body pressed against him, the sweet smell of her breath and the perfume clinging to her hair surrounded him. Her face was before him, her eyes dark and her lips swollen and parted with desire. His eyes lingered on her lips and she lowered them to his. When a muffled groan escaped him, she pressed her mouth harder against his, their teeth bumping together in the depth of the kiss.

He lifted her hips and began a slow rhythm that seemed out of proportion to the viciousness of the kiss but, when she took over the movement with her own strong abdomen and thighs, his hands moved over her body in a rough desperation that was a perfect match for the kiss. 

Roxanna pulled away from his mouth so they could catch their breaths, but she maintained the slow rhythmic movements. She closed her eyes as his hands ran up the outsides of her thighs all the way to her ribcage and back again before he squeezed her ass in his hands. She opened her eyes to watch his face. "Ahhhh," she breathed, "I love the way you handle my body. Touch me all over. Be rough with me."

Caesar drew his nails down her thighs and she moaned, her head falling back. This lifted her breasts completely out of the water and he squeezed her nipples.

"Mmmm.... harder," her voice was louder now, though she held the same rhythm, rocking slowly against him.

He pinched her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, tugging them roughly as he did so.

"Harder," she urged, swinging her head from side to side.

Caesar increased the pressure and pulled harder.

"Yesss," she hissed and she raised her head suddenly, shaking it as she struggled to focus on his face. Her teeth chattered. "Caesar..." she gasped, shaking her head as she tried to speak. " Pleeeease," she wailed.

He grabbed her hips and she closed her eyes and arched her back. He ground himself into her hard and then returned to the same slow pace, though he used it to thrust in and out of her instead of just rocking within her. She shuddered and cried out and he watched her body quake and writhe before him until he had to close his eyes as the sight, combined with the strong contractions repeatedly squeezing his cock, became too much. 

Roxanna lost her grip behind his neck and he caught her, supporting the middle of her back in his hands. He pulled her against him from that point and blessed the water that made it possible for him not to miss a stroke. 

As her climax ebbed, Roxanna regained her hold around his neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her arms tightly around him as the last spasms squeezed him below. She once again rocked against him and he ran his hands up and down her back. 

Roxanna pulled back, her hands locked behind his neck again, and gave him a coy smile.

"I have the strangest sense that you are plotting mischief," Caesar said, his voice almost completely normal. He was quite proud of that, considering he was in the personal bath of the madam of the most exclusive brothel in Rome, who just happened to be retired, young and, quite likely, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; not to mention the fact that she was in his lap and he was in her...

"You did not hear a word I just said, did you?" Roxanna's voice broke through his musings.

"No," he admitted with a smile. His honest and abrupt answer caused Roxanna to laugh. Caesar closed his eyes.

"Are you going to have a nap now," Roxanna asked her voice full of good humor.

Caesar opened one eye, "No, I was considering more ways to make you laugh." She laughed again and closed his eye, nodding slowly. "Yes, you definitely need to laugh more," he said, his hands fondling her breasts.

Roxanna cleared her throat and he sighed, opening his eyes.

"I asked if you still wished to bathe ME," she said, her wicked smile causing his cock to contract inside of her. "Oooh, should I take that as a 'yes'?" 

Before he could answer, she had pulled completely free of him, and was standing in the middle of the pool. Her eyes shifted about in concentration for a moment before she reached down and plucked the sponge from the grasp of her toes. She then continued to the other side where she grabbed the loofah and two thick towels before returning. She placed the sponge and the loofah within his reach, folded one towel, placed it behind his head, and dragged the other beneath the water.

"The water is getting a little chilly; do you mind if I sit in your lap as you bathe me?"

"My ego would suffer an intolerable blow if you did not," he answered.

Roxanna smiled as she bent before him and he could feel her working with the wet towel. "Lift up for a moment," she instructed and tucked the towel beneath his thighs. "Thank you." She then ran her hands up his thighs and over his amazingly hard shaft. "Hold this for a second, please," she asked. Caesar knew better than to go against her wishes, no matter how ridiculous they may sound at first, and wrapped his hand around the base of his manhood. When Roxanna turned and lowered herself into his lap, her back against his chest, Caesar caught on immediately and angled himself perfectly to meet her, groaning when the cool water was replaced with her hot cunt. She stretched her legs out before her, pushing them together, making her tighter still against him.

"Now, if you scoot to the edge of the bench and relax your neck against the lip of the pool, you will have full access to my entire body." He heard the smile in her voice and, doing as she said, he saw that, as she rested against his chest, when he stretched out, the full front of her body from neck to thigh were completely out of the water.

"I will do my best, Roxanna, but I fear that I will never make it past your magnificent breasts."

"Am I that much of a distraction, Caesar?" she purred, her head turned so her words were spoken directly into his ear.

"You know the answer to that question."

"Hmmm, well, I suppose we could just skip the bathing part and you could just..."

"I could just..."

"You could just... fuck me," she said, looking him directly in his eyes.

"Stand up, Roxanna," he ordered her with a growl. This time it was she who obeyed. He stood also, remaining behind her, and pushed her down onto her knees on the towel-lined bench. She whimpered again, enjoying his rough treatment.

Caesar spread her legs and entered her, driving his full length into her in one swift stroke that caused her to cry out in pleasure. "Put your legs together now, as you did when you were in my lap." This brought Roxanna's curvaceous ass out of the water. She wiggled it against him, whimpering in anticipation.

"What do you want, Roxanna?" Caesar asked, his voice dripping desire.




Educating Caesar Ch. 04



She looked over her shoulder at him, "I want you to fuck me, Caesar. Mmmm.... I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard. Please, fuck me hard and rough, Caesar. I want you to hurt me with your big cock. I want you to make me scream."

Caesar withdrew from her completely, spreading the folds of her flesh so he could run his cock against the length of her slit, slapping his head against her clit until she whimpered again and then he plunged inside her, hard, hitting bottom. "Is that what you want, Roxanna?"

"Yes, yes, yes.... Please," she begged.

He pounded her cunt with his cock, lifting her hips and bending his knees to fill her from every angle.

"Harder, harder, hurt me with it!" She demanded.

Caesar rammed himself in deeper and harder, fucking her like a beast as he grunted with the exertion and the sensation.

"Pull my hair while you fuck me!"

He grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and used it to pull her against him as he sank his rock-hard cock inside her over and over. "You want me to fuck you like a cheap whore, is that it?" Caesar roared.

"YES, Yes, yesss, make me your little whore, Caesar! Make me your slave! Punish me! Violate me! Hurt me! Fuck me!"

"I'll violate you, you dirty little whore," he growled, pulling her hair as he thrust into her over and over. "Do you know what happens when a slutty little slave seduces her master?" 

Roxanna whined.

"They get whipped!" He cried and he slapped her ass hard just before he thrust into her with particular violence. 

Roxanna looked at him over her shoulder again, her eyes hot and defiant. "Do you know what happens when a big, bad master whips his dirty little slave? She comes all over his big cock!" 

"Enough!" Caesar roared, pushing Roxanna up and out of the bath and following suit. He spread the thick towel she had earlier arranged beneath his neck and pushed her down on it on her back. He spread her legs and knelt between them, pulling her up his thighs. One of her legs slid behind him, but he caught the other and pushed it up, pulling it against his chest. "Oh, you are going to bathe me with your juices, Roxanna, but I will not be robbed of the look on your face when I make you come." He guided his cock back inside her and fucked her mercilessly, leaning over her. The leg he had kept in front of him now waved in the air above his head as he gripped the back of her thigh, thrusting into her. "I love the way your body moves when I pound you like this. Aaah...you are so tight!" He slid one hand down her thigh and rubbed her clit as he fucked her. She went wild.

"You're going to do it, Caesar," she yelled. "You're going to do it! You're going to ...ahhhh ...ohhhhh ...OOHH!"

He was relentless, driving his cock in her hard, deep, and fast as he worked her clit, pushing her over the edge three times before she begged him for mercy. He withdrew from her and they lay, panting, on the towel. 

Roxanna turned to him when she had recovered. "You are amazing, Caesar."

He smiled. "I have a very good teacher."

"How will I repay you?"

"Ride me. I love to watch you."

Roxanna straddled him, guiding him with one hand as she sat and began rocking her hips, moving him against her insides as she looked down at him. "Gods, Caesar, you feel so good." She leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest, and rocked forward and back, sliding his cock in and out of her for several strokes before she sat back up and ground herself against him, sinking him deep inside of her. She pulled her knees up and squatted over him, flexing her thighs so she bounced.

Caesar had an excellent view of his cock disappearing into her pussy and re-emerging, coated in her slick fluids. He felt his orgasm building and, this time, did nothing to delay it. He took her hips, grinding her back down into him, bringing her back to her knees as he slid her forward and back in time with his powerful thrusts. She was whimpering again. "Touch yourself, Roxanna," he whispered.

Her hand was on her mound at once, her middle finger working her button hard and fast as he increased the speed of his own movements. His eyes moved between the finger working her clit and her perfect tits, the nipples standing straight out. Roxanna followed his eyes and brought the index finger of her free hand to her mouth, wetting it with her saliva before cupping one breast and rubbing the slippery finger over the rock-hard nipple.

Caesar groaned and fucked her harder and faster. Roxanna lifted the breast high, lowering her head. Her eyes were on his as she licked the nipple.

"Yes," he growled, "I'm going to fill you again!"

Roxanna's increased the speed of the finger working her clit. "Ah, yes, please let me have it. Please... Now... now... NOW!"

"Take it, Roxanna," Caesar grunted. "Take all of it!"

The room echoed with their pleasure.