Free Steel Dominance by Cari Silverwood Page A

chuckled, then took charge of her head, thrusting deep inside her mouth.
    “Oh my God,” Sofia whispered. She’d never watched another couple make love.
    “Sofia?” Dankyo bent and said softly, “Your nipples are standing up more than they have all night.”
    Instinctively, she raised her hands to cover her breasts.
    “No. Don’t move.”
    What? She looked at him, and he shook his head. Ah. Of course. Slaves did not cover themselves. Blushing furiously, she put her hands on her thighs.
    “Very good.” He smiled. “Don’t worry. I will only look, not touch. I like the appearance of those wires on you.”
    She caught her lip in her teeth. Sitting as she was on her heels, with her breasts outthrust, she couldn’t stop imagining him doing something to her—licking her nipples, and sucking them into his mouth. The room became just her and him. With his trouser-covered knee inches away, the temptation to put her head down and rest her cheek on him seized her. She so wanted to put her nose to the fabric and inhale.
    She squeezed shut her eyes a second. What is this? Silly. Am I such a besotted wretch?
    The harem pants were diaphanous. Were they transparent enough for him to see the moisture leaking between her legs? Concealing herself seemed a good idea, but when she shifted her legs to close them, he reached down and placed a hand on her thigh.
    “I said, don’t move.”
    Anger flared. He was playing with her. He knew she couldn’t deny him here. Yet that knowledge fuelled her arousal. Her pussy clenched, sending a delicious message running up her body.
    Teasing back might be unwise, but she moved her legs even wider, then licked her lips with her wet tongue tip. He wouldn’t touch her. Dankyo was too well-mannered, too in control. Perhaps it was she who had him at her mercy? Dare I do more?
    Pulse quickening with apprehension, she did a little movement this way and that way so her breasts bounced enough to attract attention.
    Elbow on knee, he came close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek. “Beware, young lady. I have limits. Move again, and I will make you touch yourself.”
    Frozen, she fumbled to decide if he was genuine or not. If he commanded her out loud, she would have to obey. Sure her eyes were wide with worry, she stayed still. And the fact that she did, and that he’d made her, somehow went round in a circle and put a noose around her chest, made her breathe stiffly. As surely as if he had touched her, his words aroused her. Below, her clit was hard and protruding.
    Why do I like this? Why? For several minutes they looked at each other. Her stock-still, him with his hands splayed on his wide thighs. He blinked at times. He studied her. She studied him until the very air on her skin energized. Her awareness expanded; her body waited…for something.
    The tromp of armored men shook the wooden floor. Metal jingled and leather creaked. Voices were raised, though not in anger, but in command.
    It woke her. As if she’d been hypnotized, her heart kicked back into action and thudded up to normal speed. Her eyes seemed dry from not shutting them enough. One deep breath and she turned to see what the fuss was about. Dankyo caught her chin.
    “Don’t look. It’s janissaries.” He lifted his head as if to watch what was happening behind her.
    Janissaries? She knew of them. The original janissaries were trained as soldiers by the Ottomans from the children of captives. As centuries passed and the siege of Byzantium grew old, the customs of the two facing cities had intermingled. There were churches across the Bosporus, and mosques and minarets here, and janissaries too. Many, she knew, had reached high office in the Byzantine government.
    “Sofia, it appears you may be a little discomforted. There’s a regulation regarding slaves here that someone has decided to police. You will have exemption, I’m sure, but it may take some debate to convince them.”
    To convince the janissaries? These