There was the Alice he loved. Fiercely loyal, their relationship always front and center. Ironically, she was most stern and Domme-like when insisting... he not be topped by another woman. At least, not by another woman in private. Maybe she was leaving the door open for something else?“So, what are you saying? You want to start visiting a dungeon together? Maybe assist a pro Domme in topping me or watch from the sidelines?” His eyebrows moved up and down several times in the classic “let's do. Confusion. I can sense the rise in your arousal as I walk by you as if you don’t exist. I can hear your heart race, and see you break out in a sweat. I can sense every twitch of your cock, and feel you resist the urge to stroke your cock right there in the cafeteria, surrounded by your classmates. But what I sense the most is your confusion. You don’t understand why you’re attracted to me. I’m not your type. Never have you seen anyone like me before, but the unbridled lust you feel is almost. In Rome, as everywhere else, the arrival of a post-chaise is an event. Ten young descendants of Marius and the Gracchi, barefooted and out at elbows, with one hand resting on the hip and the other gracefully curved above the head, stared at the traveller, the post-chaise, and the horses; to these were added about fifty little vagabonds from the Papal States, who earned a pittance by diving into the Tiber at high water from the bridge of St. Angelo. Now, as these street Arabs of Rome, more. “Fuck your gratitude,” Long Sword spit out.Long Sword did not like the way the Moor returned his stare or how he dared to speak to him directly. He felt in his gut that he would eventually end this man’s life. He would do so gladly. It was true when he stated that Iona was the only reason the man lived for now. He would have pushed his sword through the man’s neck and gutted him without hesitation if it were not for her.Russ was a man of few prejudices. The color of one’s skin held no.