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The Gladiator's Slut
(Fiaine Cluiun)

"I don't understand what the wait is all about. I already discussed and agreed to the fees." Lady Vivian Bryant sat stiffly on the edge of a high-backed chair. 

"Yes, of course my lady." The man settled in behind the desk. "Please understand there are forms that must be signed if we are to continue this transaction. Small matters, but our insurance agents insist." He gestured at the paperwork strewn across the dark, smooth wood. Old fashioned when most used data pads, or similar for such transactions. "We must take care of the paperwork, though I'd prefer to dump the entire lot in the garbage. Then I'd be out of a job and you'd still be here wondering why you can't spend the allotted time with your chosen companion."

"He will be ready for me?" She didn't reach for the papers. 

"Of course, but you must also be prepared for him, clothing wise. It wouldn't be wise to let him know your true status, my Lady." Mr. Grant, the manger of the games, smiled though it didn't reach his eyes. "I fear we wouldn't be able to reach you in time if he learned the truth about his prize."

"Prize?" She glanced at the forms. Had there been something mentioned about prizes? 

"It's common practice for a gladiator to be given a reward for his performance in the arena, especially one who provides the amount of entertainment Thanatos has provided."

She smiled at the mention of Thanatos. The bringer of death. "He has many who enjoy his performances." Her thoughts drifted back to the last time she'd seen him in action. Tall, broad shoulders, his hair long and touched with amber, gold, various shades of red, caught in a warrior's cue at the base of his skull. Light had played over his glistening olive touched skin; the oils used enough to tempt any drawn to his gender. 

In the arena he offered no mercy, and the crowd expected nothing less. He never waited for the director of the games to signal if his opponent was to live or die. He made the choice, and the crowd loved him for it, even when it meant Thanatos paid for his choices with a public punishment.

Slave or not, the male was a prize to behold. 

Her pussy clenched at the thought of touching him, being close to him, riding him until she found her release and the man, the male, surged into her. 

Her thighs pressed together as she fought the urge to squirm. The manager wouldn't see what was happening to her, he wasn't the type she would ever find attractive. As a woman of rank, and standing, her marriage had been arranged long before she'd reached her maturity. Fortunately, her husband had had the good grace to die within a month of the marriage and now she was free to do as she wished.

Lovers.

Ah, yes, there'd been lovers, but she'd chosen men she could control. Situations where she remained in power. As she had here. A man like Thanatos would be a hard brute when it came to sex, but she would have him, and no one beyond this small office would ever be the wiser. 

"Lady Vivian, please, read through the papers."

"Of course." She picked up the small pile. "I fail to understand why this is needed but so be it." Her eyes narrowed. "What is this about being presented to him as a slave?"

"Dear lady, surely you must understand that he can't be told who you are, what your position is. He'd kill you. No, anyone seeking to couple with-"

"Couple?" She arched an eyebrow, using her well-practiced stare.

The man didn't flinch but offered a shrug. "Would you prefer I say anyone seeking to be fucked by him?"

She glared. "That type of language isn't acceptable."

"I would suggest you get used to it, for the time being, lady. He's not going to come at you as a gentle lover, a suitor for your hand. No, a woman tossed into his cell is there for one reason. To be fucked. He may be a slave, but on the sands and in bed, he is in command. If that's something you won't be able to accept, then speak now and we can see the matter ended." He indicated the papers she still held. "Of course, the money would be returned, except for the deposit. Forty percent is normal."

"That's why you seek - ah, you wish to frighten me away and keep some of my money without providing me with the service I require? No, you won't be able to scare me off, sir." Her words dripped with disdain. "I will have him."

"He will have you, should you choose to follow through with this. He will believe you to be a slave purchased for his pleasure, given as a reward to use as he sees fit." The man sighed and rubbed a hand over his world-weary features. "He will not be gentle. His tastes, well, you've seen how he enjoys inflicting pain on those he fights."

Yes, she had.