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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: What connects 'The Ringmaster' the 'Gladiatrix' to 'And then we Danced the Tango' is it Cary Stone and Sirrocco? No it goes deeper and darker than that!  The 'Ringmaster' "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen! "Welcome to my circus of the sexual Underworld,  The circus with something for everyone, a veritable ballet of bondage.  A dance of dominance and submission, an array of cunning stunts!  Maybe you will see something you desire more than you can resist,  Come with us and enjoy a menagerie of stunning bitches!  Maybe something will desire you that you cannot resist. Fellatrix, Dominatrix, Gladiatrix--this is the show with all the Xs Maybe today your wildest dreams will come true.  Welcome, my friends, and enjoy!  Welcome to a place where time can stand still;  A place some of you may never want to leave;  A place maybe some of you never will Outside it's hot and raining, but in here it's entertaining!  "I Dhanta Welcome you to...  The Circus of the Sexual Underworld!" Gladiatrix 3 years later Aticuss's life path crosses with the Gladiatrix of his longing and dreams. He learns about her life and she of his. But their circumstances are now however somewhat different?They have to fight to the death in the arena and a horrific battle begins... 'And Then we Danced the Tango' "I know you want Roxanne, I know she wants you, too. You do know that Roxanne belongs to Bannion, don't you, Jean Paul? She'll have you on your knees and you will pay, and pay large to have her. She is such a whore that woman and nothing but trouble. She could get you killed. Jean Paul, stay away from her. She is unlike any other, a femme fatale of the highest order. Guys have died trying to posses her. Just be aware, Jean Paul, for Danny Bannion is a very lethally jealous man." So who dies and who wins? Who loses and who sins. The stakes and adrenalin are running high.
eBook Publisher: Club Lighthouse Publishing USA LLC/Club Lighthouse Publishing, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [136 KB]
Words: 28041
Reading time: 80-112 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

ATICUSS SAT CROSSED LEGGED on the floor in silent meditation. Feeling relaxed but not content, he got up poured a glass of wine and sat to ponder his frustrations over the events of the previous twenty-four hours.

Who was she? Where did she appear from?

How would he attain this woman that he could not erase from his thoughts? This woman of whom he knew not from where she came or where in fact she had now returned. Nor did anyone else it appeared. He would have to find out more, to seek her out.

His mind went back to that unforgettable scenario that he had seen yesterday.

The cheers and screams for her from the audience in the Coliseum were deafening. He was seated beside the Emperor, bewitched by the sight he was witnessing in the arena below. He could hardly believe his eyes. She was a natural! She was the fiercest, frighteningly sensual and beautiful female he had ever laid eyes upon and she had just swiftly slain two opponents with a speed, skill and aggression the like of which he'd never seen in a female. She was truly a magnificent sight.

He imagined her naked, fighting with him, the closeness of their bodies, the sweat, the struggle. She was probably a fantastic animal in bed. She certainly would take some holding down. His mind began conjuring up all kinds of scenarios in which he would have her, and he knew she would be the hardest tiger to tame yet!

Who was she? Where had she appeared from? What was her story? He had to find out more. He had to meet her.

Calling a guard over, he ordered him to bring this barbarian woman out to his sumptuous villa, when she was cleaned up and rested.

She arrived at his apartment some hours later, and dismissed the guard before rapping on the door.

Atticuss answered the door and bid her enter. She had the grace of an angel and a body to match. The sensuality he saw in her eyes entranced him immediately. She held an aura of self-confidence and power that was almost visible. And so beautiful for such a ferocious warrior, he was instantly smitten.

Her indignant stance told him she was not pleased to be ordered here tonight against her will. Her eyes stared, burning straight into his, her hands rested defiantly on her hips. Now cleaned up, she was dressed in a beautiful long red toga with gold boarders. This hugged her curves as if it was painted on. The sides slashed to the thigh and wide gold bands adorned her wrists also emphasized the bold statement the clothing was making.

His eyes were drawn to a gold chain with a red and gold talisman nestling tantalisingly in her ample cleavage. How he would love to hold and caress those breasts. Large gold rings adorned her ears, highlighted the dark brown hair flowing down her back. A gold chain was wrapped around the ankle of her exposed leg.

He had never been effected by, or even beheld, such an exotic, erotic creature before. Looking at her, he truly felt her to be like a goddess.

He had to have her!

He wondered what it would be to taste her. He imagined her lying across his couch. He would pull open the front of her toga, she would open her legs--or would she?

Gods! His mind was going into a spin and his erection was stirring. Atticuss had never encountered such an enchanting sorceress. She had a presence that filled the room and all his senses. It was almost as if she held him spellbound, a burning desire for her welling up inside him, but somehow he felt she was unattainable almost unapproachable in some strange way she was a challenge he HAD to win.

He offered her wine. She accepted, and they toasted her victorious day. She seemed to relax and mellow a little, resting back into the couch. He told her of his admiration for her awesome fighting skills and great beauty.

He sat besides her trying his verbal seduction and charms but to no avail and he managed with great difficulty to resist his urge to touch her.

He had to have her; it was becoming an obsession with him...

As he spoke he imagined his cock sliding into her and she would surely be like liquid velvet. He would lose his face into her divine femininity...Licking her pearl till she went half crazy. He could tell she would be a howler, a blasphemous howler at that. She was a warrior a fucking GladiatriX of a standard she was creating by her own very existence. She would want to be fucked out of her mind with all the power Aticuss could muster. She was most certainly a force to be reckoned with. He was losing control of his thoughts as her magical presence weaved into him.

Atticuss poured her more wine and enquired about her past, but she was vague and evasive. He was keen to learn where she had studied her arts of combat and how her beauty had survived such an existence intact. His questioning was artful, also it was obvious from her mastery in the arena today that she was very competent and had been for quite some years.

She gave nothing of her past away, maintaining her mystery. This made her all the more intriguing, he had to find out more, but the instinctive respect and admiration he felt for her caused him to act honourably and he backed off.

He wondered if he could seduce her. He would not, could not force himself upon her or use his position to take her. As much as he would have wanted to, it was never his way. She would have to want him as much as he wanted her. Winning her would be no easy contest. She would not be an overnight conquest.

He wondered if she thought his gentle, polite manner a weakness. Atticuss was very far from being known as weak in any aspect of his life, respectful maybe, but a figure that also commanded much respect.

It was obvious to him that she was a dangerous unknown quantity but he desired her so much, in his bed, in his life, that the danger was of no consequence. He would have to win her with his tenderness and love and God knew there was precious little of that in the world in which they dwelt. Usually women fell at his feet, but for very different reasons than the warriors he met in conflict.

Octavia said very little and he could tell, sadly, that she felt uneasy in his company and he tried to put her at ease.

He did not realize the real reasons for her discomfort. In truth, the incredible woman was already responding to him.

She immediately found his charming, tender, confident manner disarming. He was polite, very kind and respectful, not at all the brutish elitist ego she had expected. In fact, she was now quite awe-struck that such a celebrated figure of roman society had commanded her there. As in the arena, though, she kept her composure, though for different reasons. Now it was not fear, but physical attraction and admiration she was feeling, and did not know what to do with it.

He was a paradox. Such a tender soul, but at the same time a hard and self-confident man. This was a very rare thing in the world of the arena. So was the soulful sexuality he exuded, a thing she had never encountered before. She felt her wetness beginning to flow as she thought of what he would be like to lay with, to make love with. She was surely tempted to break her vow.

Temptation or no, she was determined not to give in tonight to this distinguished figure. She would not become a plaything of the rich and famous. Better to follow her own ambition to become one of the rich and famous.

They enjoyed another glass of wine together. She declined his offer to meet with him again. Atticuss, being a true gentle soul, kissed her outstretched hand wished her goodnight and good fortune. Then, much to his sadness, she was gone into the night leaving him hard and craving.

Now, in his reminiscing, he couldn't believe he'd met such a woman and then let her slip through his fingers. Never before had he allowed a woman to leave him quite this way. He would have to find out more, he must see her again.

It was to be quite some time before he found out who she was and even longer before they met again, and in very different circumstances, but from this night on he would never, ever be able to forget her.