Truly Mine

It was early when she awoke, but
she could already feel the hot Egyptian sun filtering through the
curtains.  Lazily, she stretched,
reveling in the deep satisfaction she had awoken with.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “That was quite a show; I hadn’t thought I’d
find such entertainment here.”  She sat
up and stared with shock and horror at the Roman.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He was sitting in one of the chairs against
the opposite wall, one leg thrown over the arm while he smoothed out his robes
calmly.  She gathered up the blanket
around her in an attempt to cover her naked flesh.

“Oh, no need for modesty,” he
laughed, “I saw just exactly what you are like behind closed doors.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Her jaw hung open in silence as she stared at
him dumbly.  Finally, she snapped back to
reality and pulled the blanket up and around her.

“What are you doing here?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Who do you think you are?” she hissed, not
wanting to scream and bring attention to his presence.

With the speed and grace of a
feline, he sprang to his feet and pushed her down against the mattress,
straddling her waist and pinning her arms above her head.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “I am your new husband to be,” he growled,
“And I will not have a wife that questions me.” 
For a moment, fear flashed through her eyes, and she was frightened by
this Roman.  “No need to be afraid,” he
cooed, his tone changing to one similar to the one she used with Khemet, “I
shan’t truly hurt you, my darling, but I will make those pathetic little spanks
you deliver to your servant look like child’s play.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 

He was silent, reading her face,
trying to decide if she would call out or give in.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She remained still and soundless.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He smiled, and it was that of a giddy little
boy.  “Excellent.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I was afraid I might have to gag you and pull
you back to Rome.”

“To w:st="on">Rome?” she shrieked, her eyes going wide.

“You think we would stay here?” he
laughed and scolded her, “Of course we will return to w:st="on">Rome, and there will be no argument.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  We have been waiting on you to awaken before
we can begin the journey home, and I must say you sleep exactly as a spoilt
little Princess.”  Her heart was pounding
against her chest, her pulse thundering in her ears, yet he spoke so
calmly.  This was to be her husband.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Did she not have a choice in the matter?!style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Yet, to some degree, it thrilled her, to be
completely helpless.  Slowly, he pulled
the covers out of her tight hold, and he gazed at her naked flesh.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Beautiful,” he whispered before he pulled
her up on her feet.

Stunned, she watched as he called
in her servant girl, humiliation drenching her as the girl looked from the
Roman to her.  She shivered, though the
room had become increasingly hotter as the sun rose.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The girl began to dress her in a fine blue
tunic, and Kanai began to sob with fear as to what was to come.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 

Their departure was a blur of
emotional goodbyes and well wishes, but finally they set off for w:st="on">Rome.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The ship was large, but seemed small to Kanai
since she was confined to the room her and the Roman were to share.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  As she stared out the porthole, watching her
beloved Egypt
vanish into the horizon, she could hear the groan of the ship in the water, the
loud din of the sailors as they pushed out to sea.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She sat alone, silently sobbing as the hours
passed.  The Roman had stayed in the room
only long enough to tell her she must remain naked the entire voyage, and then
he had left to join the other Lords in eating and drinking.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  What was to become of her in w:st="on">Rome?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Would she be happy with the Roman?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Did she have a choice?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She knew she didn’t, that whatever the
Roman’s will was, she would be helpless against it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  She hadn’t dared speak to him again, afraid
he might lash out against her, yet something in her desired to be near
him.  Even sitting with him in fear was
better than sitting alone in fear. 

Quite suddenly, the door was
opened, and the Roman appeared in the doorway. 
He swayed slightly with the motion of the ship, but quickly regained his
balance and shut the door behind him, throwing the thick bolt in.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Her breathing increased rapidly as she
anxiously awaited him to speak.  He sat
down next to her on the bed, sighing loudly, as though his obligation to eat
with the other Lords had been excruciating. 
For a moment, he seemed to be thinking of what to say, but then he
spoke.  “What you did to your servant,
why do you do it?”

She was unsure of what he was
asking.  “The
coupling?”

“No,” he laughed, “The
spanking.  Why do you spank him?”

She thought for a moment, trying to
find the answer within herself.  “So that
he knows he is truly mine,” she finally answered.

“Exactly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It will be quite interesting to tame a
Mistress,” he replied, and then smiled as though he looked forward to the
challenge.

“What do you mean to do to me?” she
asked boldly.  He looked up at her,
studying her face for a moment.

“You are not ever to speak to me
unless I request it of you.  But I will
let that little offense pass for now.  I
will make you my wife and forge an alliance between your kingdom and mine.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  You intrigue me, though Kanai, I must say
that.  And you have a grasp on the nature
of what it is to punish and be punished; though, I don’t imagine you have much
experience at being punished, but we will soon change that.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I will train you to make you truly mine.”