All Chapters of Lost to Fire: Book Two: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The litter is lowered gently to the ground, and Brixtius steps out and starts walking towards the colossal portico. I'm annoyed I am dressed up and dragged to this "party," and the person who I'm accompanying can't even wait for me to step out of the litter! And then I remember something: Chivalry has not been invented yet.I roll my eyes, as I'm struggling to stand because of the constriction of movement caused by my robe. A hand appears in front of me, and I desperately grab it like a lifeline. The hand is rough and callused but strong and pulls me up. Once I am on my feet, I glance at the owner of the helping hand. It is one of the litter bearers, a nice-looking man with a neutral expression. As if he's done this once or twice. And I am angry. Why the hell would it bother me?I smile sincerely at the unknown man, telling him, "Thank you." And I see it—a collar around his neck with a tag. I reach over and grab the label, and it reads: "I am owned by Brixtius Titus Corvinus, Senator

Awareness fills me. And that is not the only thing filling me at the moment. I open my eyes, seeing I'm lying in a big bed and I remember everything from the night before. Brixtius starts kissing the back of my neck, and his fingers find one of my nipples. He is gently squeezing the peak, while his cock is filling me from behind. The sensation is making me wet, and my body responds with need."My pussy-cat likes waking up this way?" Brixtius teases behind me. "Mmmm hmmm," I moan, while heat and pleasure fill every crevice with my pussy as he moves in and out of me. His other hand finds my clit. "Oh, shit!" I hiss out as I come, my pussy squeezing his cock."That is it, my little pussy-cat," Brixtius pants, and I realize he's trying to stop from cumming deep inside me. I want to extend his pleasure for as long as possible.His magical hand takes me over the brink again as I shout out in pleasure. Blinding, white heat is infusing every atom of my body. And I'm clenching on his dick, h

A rhythm of some-type of normalcy dominates our lives with Eurydice gone. I can't explain how much I miss the little girl, with her keen insight into the world around her. Knowing more and seeing more than a typical five-year-old, who in my century, are more concerned with childish things.The day Brixtius revealed his love for me is the day he told he would write to the Roman bankers and Vestal Virgins. The one to the Roman bank was to have all his assets transferred from Pompeii to Rome. The second was for his will to be recorded, stating Eurydice is the sole benefactress of his assets. My job was to make sure the amounts transferred equaled the amounts the bank has received once the transfer is complete. This took about three weeks. Meanwhile, about a week and a half later, we received a letter from Eurydice.She wrote: "My loving Papa, I have safely arrived, and Rome is big and exciting! The buildings of the Roman Forum and the Imperial Palace are vast. Uncle Titus let me visit