AN: This is a mix between a Greek and roman styled era and is kind of the prologue to my Fandom for Storms one-shot 'To Love Is To Live'. My one-shot is in Bella pov. Just remember that while in these days we probably wouldn't be so...brazen, it was natural for them to act on their baser, more animalistic side.

Summary: A Servant and her Master. Lovers behind the closed doors of Villa. But when a prophecy threatens to tear them apart will they be able to prove that what they have is more than just lust. ExB

Antony POV.

"Your wife is of gallivanting with half the men in town and yet you sit here, boiling in your frustration. Please explain this to me." Marcus asked, looking at me with expectancy.

I sighed and took a sip of ripe wine from my goblet. Marcus was a man closer than my own brother, but had always been weak when it had come to the sins of the flesh, taking women as he pleased, wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased.

"There isn't really anything to explain. Didyme and I were never close. She gave me what I wanted, a son, and now we have absolutely nothing to talk about."

He snorted, "I really don't care about your failed marriage. I want to know why you aren't laying between a woman's thighs more often..." he trailed off as one of the attending servant girl's brang a platter of different cheeses and fruit forwards. He picked up a small cracker, placing some cheese, grapes, and asparagus on it, and held it up.

"There are so many different morsels all around you, and yet you squander them and let them go to waste." He shoved the cracker into his mouth, chewing loudly before he swallowed.

I watched in amused fascination as Marcus' eyes strayed to one of the attending servant girls and watched her with lust filled eyes as her hips swayed provocatively. He beckoned her to him, his index finger curling repeatedly.

A small, coy smile played on the girls lips as she swayed over to him before sitting herself in his lap She ran a hand through his hair, gripping it gently in her hand and making him tilt back his head. She lowered a bushel of grapes to his lips and his tongue snaked out and wrapped around the lowest hanging one and pulled it into his mouth.

His eyes never left hers as he chewed and swallowed, letting his tongue run out along his bottom lip to catch any juice that slipped past his lips. Her mouth parted and he ran his hand over her cheek, brushing the back of his knuckles along it.

"I don't understand why you go all the way into town to pay to have your needs fulfilled when there are so many eager, willing bodies within these walls," Marcus murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he lowered his mouth to her neck. She gasped and arched into him, her hands grasping onto his shoulders for support.

His mouth continued down until it met the edge of her tunic. He pulled back and looked straight at me, "You are the Master. You are their Master. They can't say no to you. You own them. They live to serve you."

With that he placed his hands on the straps of her tunic and tugged them down, revealing her naked breasts. He leaned up, taking one in his mouth while palming the other roughly. The girl mewled as she threw her head back, grinding down on his lap. I sighed; knowing that Marcus had little modesty and wouldn't hesitate to take the girl right in front of me...it wouldn't have been the first time.

I downed the rest of the wine in my goblet before getting to my feet and heading out onto the balcony. I could see all my land from here, stretching over one hundred acres. The gods had blessed me when my father had passed on, giving me all his lands. The vineyards brought in a substantial amount of money, the sun making the grapes succulent and sweet.

My eyes strayed to the workers, both men and women, and I wondered about the truth of Marcus' words.

Yes, I owned every person working for me, but I had never been one to indulge in some of the...benefits that such an arrangement brought. I turned with a huff and went back inside, making sure to ignore the naked woman under Marcus' equally naked body.

I left my rooms and walked the many hallways, my thoughts turning in circles as I weighed my options. There were such things as unwanted pregnancies and the risk of my wife using that against me as ammunition to allow her more scandalous exploits to go unpunished. Was I willing to risk that just for the warmth of a woman's body?

I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realized that anyone else was in the hallway until a small body crashed into me. My hands instinctively went to catch the person as they slipped and I looked down into the wide, doe eyes of one of my servants.

Her eyes widened and pink, pouted lips parted when she saw whom it was that she had bumped into and I could see the fear reflected in them. I could feel her breasts, firm and plump, against my chest. The round curves of her hips made my manhood swell and my mind to wonder if she was untouched.

Her cheeks flushed and she bit into the skin of her lip as her eyes flashed down to the floor.

"Master Antony," she murmured, "I apologize. I should have looked where I was going. If you could excuse my behavior then I would be truly grateful."

Her eyes stayed transfixed on the floor and I couldn't help how her submission made me feel. It made the baser, animalistic desire inside me flare up and I was barely able to suppress the urge to rub my hardened manhood against her hip.

'You wouldn't need to hold back, she could take you like Didyme refused to...' the beast inside me coaxed, already imagining the different scenarios that I could take her in. She would be bound by her pleasure, her chest heaving and flushed as her swollen nipples called for me to suckle them like a babe to its mother's bosom.

I could almost feel the tightness of her wet heat, the grip of her thighs around my hips, the feel of her lips yielding under the pressure of mine.

"There is nothing to apologize for," I murmured, my voice low and gravely with barely hidden desire, "it was I who was not concentrating on where I was going. You may go in peace."

She hesitated; most likely misinterpreting my dark look for one of suppressed anger, not arousal, before nodding her head in submission and making her way swiftly down the hallway.

I watched her disappear around the corner in a daze. Who was this siren, this alabaster skinned Aphrodite, that she could elicit such reactions from me? I knew that I could not answer that question myself, but what I did know was that it wouldn't be long before she was in my bed, legs spread wide, begging for my touch.

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