Replay Book 9: Gladiator

by Farrell, Nia

  REPLAY BOOK 9: GLADIATOR

  by

  Nia Farrell

  REPLAY BOOK 9: GLADIATOR

  by Nia Farrell

  Copyright 2017 by Nia Farrell

  Edited by Anita Quick and Anne Bright

  Cover Design by Crystal Visions

  Stock Photography from bigstockphoto.com

  Formatting by Anita Quick

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used without the written consent of the author, except for brief quotes in reviews. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any other means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner of this book. Such action is in violation of the U.S. Copyright Law.

  Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Release Date February 1, 2018

  Length 23,793 words

  ASIN: B078G2X7WP

  Long Branch Books

  Shattuc, Illinois

  Dedication

  To Jay Williams, for your enthusiastic support and for your input.

  The fan spoke.

  The author listened.

  Here’s your moresome! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  ~ Nia

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  Author Bio and Links

  Previous Titles

  Prologue

  Lukas Arik Haas was tired of being just another handsome face and hot body. The international fitness model needed a change. When two Doms from Replay BDSM theme resort made him the most unorthodox offer he’d ever received, it took all of five seconds to say yes.

  Spanish Dom Antonio Rodriguez had already trained Lukas’s photographer Marco Gallo in enough swordplay to raid with the Viking hoard. But Lukas was an unknown to Antonio, who was demanding to the point of being a prick at times. In the month since he’d joined the elite team of four gladiators, no matter how many hours he spent working out or how hard he fought, Antonio still had doubts about how well Lukas was fitting into the program.

  The four gladiators did more than just scene at Replay BDSM theme resort. They lived and trained together at the resort’s newly constructed Roman villa and would perform there on Roman Orgy weekends. The first one was scheduled for Saturday, January 20th.

  Before coming to Replay, Lukas had never witnessed or been in a scene with either Marco or Antonio. He belonged to another BDSM club. So did his Ethiopian personal trainer, Djiman Selassie. While Antonio harbored reservations about Lukas, he’d wanted his trainer from the start.

  Each man had his own room at the villa. Antonio and Djiman spent more nights together than apart.

  Not that it was any of his business. He got along great with the two other men. Marco and his camera loved him. Djiman took pride when he pushed and Lukas performed. He only seemed to rub the swordmaster the wrong way.

  Lukas needed to win Antonio over, but he’d be damned if he bottomed to do it.

  Chapter One

  December 31, 2017

  The resort’s New Year’s Eve celebration in The Steamroom was in full swing by the time Lukas, Marco, Djiman, and Antonio emerged from Replay’s wardrobe department. Dressing in steampunk gear had taken longer than usual, with half the staff off for the evening.

  The four men found an empty table for six. The two extra chairs were soon filled by Richard Franklin, one of the pirate Doms trained by Antonio in the use of the cutlass, and by Don Diego, one of the Doms from the RACK side of the resort.

  The party was incredible. No expense had been spared. The buffet line boasted gourmet French cuisine. A live orchestra provided music for dancing. Rather than warm a seat all night, Lukas began searching the crowd for an unclaimed submissive who might be willing to dance…or more.

  That’s when he saw her—an olive-skinned beauty conversing with Replay’s wardrobe mistress Jewell Fraser. Miss Mediterranean’s long, dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. Her svelte curves were revealed by the scant outfit that she wore. A pair of goggles was perched on her head. Brown leather boots were buckled to her knees, and a dagger was strapped to one thigh.

  The exotic hilt caught Antonio’s attention, too.

  “You like?” Djiman asked Lukas. “I like. Maybe she like both of us.” They’d shared subs before at their other club.

  Marco was eying her now, likely imagining her posing nude for his camera.

  Antonio narrowed his gaze, quietly assessing. “Most of the subs here could handle the two of you. The question is, can she handle the four of us? She would be a rare gem to even try.”

  “She’s more than a gem,” Marco said. “She’s a goddess. Fucking look at her, man. Those legs, those hips, those perfect breasts. A face like hers could have launched a thousand ships, back in the day.”

  Marco looked at Antonio. “Do you think…?”

  “I don’t know. She might. One of us will need to find out. Lucius.” He addressed Lukas by his gladiator name. When they were in character, Djiman was still Djiman, but the rest of them became Antony, Marcus, and Lucius. “I’m designating you as our scout. Bring us her name, chico lindo, and whether or not she’s willing to play.”

  Pretty boy. Lukas had picked up enough Spanish these last few weeks to translate Antonio’s nickname for him. Fucker. If he’d bother to get past his looks and dig deeper, Antonio would know how committed Lukas was to his new role at Replay resort. Maybe then the swordmaster wouldn’t constantly be on his case.

  Lukas had mixed emotions about sharing a sub with the other three men. He’d shared with Djiman, and he’d shared with Marco. He had never done a foursome with them both. Add Antonio into the mix, and he wasn’t sure how well this was going to work. Antonio was used to giving orders. The bisexual Dom was the undisputed Alpha of their team. Even if Lukas could persuade Miss Mediterranean to join them, he knew that he would leave the scene early if Antonio proved too controlling.

  She was still talking to Mistress Jewell. Lukas watched her for a minute. The exchange seemed purely platonic, with nothing to indicate that she was sexually interested in the Domme.

  Time to find out if she was attracted to him and open to multiple partners.

  Lukas headed that direction, maneuvering between the tables to avoid the dancers on the floor. He saw a few familiar faces along the way. Replay owner Piers St. Leger and his wife shared a table with security chief Marcus Vos, his submissive Gini, Master Sorin, and actress Ashley Slade. Resort psychiatrist Sir Josef and his partners shared a table with another threesome. Viking Dom Gunnar Falk sat beside an empty chair at an otherwise-full table. At Marco’s invitation, Gunnar and his wife had been their first dinner guests at the Roman villa after moving in.

  If he was lucky, they’d be dining on Miss Mediterranean in the near future.

  Unwilling to interrupt, Lukas hung back, positioning himself so that Mistress Jewell would see who held his interest. Mistress Jewell wrapped it up quickly after that, leaving Miss Mediterranean to him.

  The orchestra struck up a tango. Hearing it, Lukas seized the opportunity and closed in.

  “You�
�re not wearing a collar,” he mused aloud.

  With no one else nearby, she realized that he was talking to her. Turning to face him, she kept her gaze respectfully lowered.

  “Such a pretty pet, and so well-behaved. The Doms at my other club would have you claimed in a heartbeat. Tell me, liebchen, are you here alone, or with someone?”

  She blushed, rosy pink tinting that gorgeous olive skin of hers. “Alone,” she whispered. Her voice was low. Mellifluous.

  Made to moan, she’d sound as sexy as hell.

  Emboldened, Lukas stepped closer, watching her body language to make sure that he didn’t frighten her. From the way that she was twisting her fingers, she was struggling to remain calm.

  “If you would rather stay alone, I will be disappointed but I will respect that. I was hoping that you would consent to walk with me. I’ve heard that the conservatory is amazing.”

  A shy smile curved her lips. “It is. I—”

  She was going to say something but stopped short. Lukas nearly called her on it. But this early on, it was wiser to let it go.

  “Come, pet. Let me take you for a walk.”

  The longer he was with her, the more certain he was that someone had trained her, from the way she kept her eyes downcast to the perfect distance that she maintained when he led her deeper into the conservatory. Green walls of foliage lined paths that were dotted with alcoves. Some held simple seating. Some were decorated with what looked like garden furniture, but on closer inspection, the pieces were designed for kink. He bypassed several groupings until he came upon a red chaise longue with a seat that would actually accommodate his six-feet, four-inch height.

  He plucked a cushion from a nearby stack of them. Seating himself on the chaise, he placed the pillow on the floor between his feet.

  “Kneel.”

  She folded her legs and sank gracefully onto the floor.

  His cock responded, swelling, readying itself for whatever was to come.

  He hoped it would be both of them before their time was through.

  Before he had to share her with the others.

  Reaching, he touched her hair, smoothing the dark brown silk away from her face.

  “Where were you born?” he asked. When she had spoken, her English was accented.

  “Greece, Sir…?”

  “Sir Lukas. And what is your name?”

  She hesitated for the briefest moment before answering. “Leda.”

  He smiled. She was named for a queen who had been seduced by Zeus in the form of a swan. A mortal woman who had handled a god and given birth to quadruplets.

  Lukas took it as a sign.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured huskily, tracing the curve of her cheek with his fingertips. “Your skin is exquisite. Do you bruise easily?”

  The question threw her a bit. “No, Sir Lukas,” she answered slowly, hesitantly.

  “Just curious,” he assured her. “I do. Which is not good, since most of the time, I’m in front of the camera. Chances are, you’ve seen my picture. Is that why you agreed to walk with me? Because I didn’t seem like a total stranger?”

  “No, Sir. Mistress Jewell said that you were new. She hoped that I would make you feel welcome. I agreed to accompany you because you waited. You respected her. Us. You were polite. And patient. That means more to me than how you look.” She bit her lip and couldn’t help the small smile that formed. “Although you are very handsome. I’ve seen your pictures.”

  It would have been a miracle if she hadn’t. Anyone who shopped would have walked by one of his covers at some point.

  He’d rather uncover her.

  “I would love to photograph you,” he said. Marco had been teaching him the basics. “I would dress you like a Greek goddess. Persephone, I think.” He dropped his voice to a husky whisper. “I rather like the thought of stealing you away.”

  She shivered at his words. Her arms dimpled with gooseflesh. It was possible that she had kidnapping fantasies. Clearly, she liked the idea of being swept away. He could smell her arousal.

  “Mistress Jewell hoped that you would make me welcome. I confess, I would like that, too. Very much.”

  She inhaled sharply and swallowed hard. She looked oddly stunned, as if she couldn’t believe that she was kneeling at his feet and he wanted more. “You would?”

  “I would,” he said, running his hands down her arms to warm them. “You’re a beautiful woman, Leda. Although I suspect that it takes more than pomegranates to tempt you.”

  She did smile, then. “A bottle of wine works as well. Meanwhile, I would like to welcome you to Replay. Tell me, how may I serve you, Sir?”

  While not entirely unexpected, her willingness to take this further came much more easily than he expected. But he couldn’t just think of his own pleasure. He had to impress her enough that she would consider Antonio’s proposition.

  “Tell me your safewords.”

  “Ajax to slow. Achilles to stop, Sir.”

  Lukas smiled. She’d chosen names from the pages of history. The two warriors had sailed to Troy and gone to war to get back Helen, Leda’s daughter by Zeus.

  He made her repeat them. “Is there anything I need to know before we begin? Any health issues or problems that I need to know about?”

  “I hope you don’t consider it a problem, but you should know that I like rough sex.”

  Interesting. “Thank you for telling me. Does it turn you on, to imagine being taken against your will?”

  “Yes.”

  “And what about this?”

  Chapter Two

  Quick as a ninja, Lukas shot up from the chaise, grabbed her forearms, and threw Leda onto it, following her down and pinning her in place with his body. He pulled her wrists above her head and manacled them in one hand. Thrusting his other five fingers under her skirt, he felt just how turned on she was. Her pussy lips were swollen. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.

  She moaned when he pressed against her clit.

  God damn if that wasn’t one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard.

  That voice of hers was like an aphrodisiac. Normally, he’d have her give him fellatio to take the edge off and fuck her longer. But if hard and fast got her off, he had no problem with that.

  He slammed his mouth down on hers. Forcing her lips apart, he shoved his tongue inside to duel with hers, claiming her orifice above as thoroughly as he planned to claim those below. She whimpered into his mouth. He groaned, relishing the sound.

  She tasted of citrus and spice and smelled like heaven, with the soft scent of peaches rising from her skin. Her body writhed beneath his, grinding against him in silent invitation.

  Hooking his fingers in her panties, he ripped them off and tossed them aside. He managed to work the buttons of his Victorian-inspired steampunk pants open and freed his erection. It thumped against her belly. She twisted towards him, wanting more.

  He gave it to her. Prying her legs apart with his knees, he wedged himself between her creamy thighs and sank his length inside her in one long, hard, meaty thrust that had her begging for more. Once he knew what she could handle, he cut loose, driving into her with the precision of a well-oiled machine, his body slamming into hers, again, and again, and again.

  She took everything he gave her and responded beautifully. One orgasm rolled into the next. He drove inside her. Hours of physical training allowed him to be relentless. She arched her throat, baring it to his mouth. He scored it with his teeth, then clamped down on the crook of her neck, biting her, marking her.

  She gasped and clenched her jaw, catching her breath and panting through her climaxes. When he knew that he was close to the end, he flipped her over, made sure that she was wet enough, and finished in her ass.

  Lukas shuddered and shook himself. In the distance, they could hear the partygoers wishing each other a Happy New Year.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. She hadn’t used her safewords, but he wanted to make certain that he hadn’t gone too far.


  “Mmm.” Leda purred like a cat and sighed softly. “Wonderful,” she breathed. “Thank you, Sir. That was amazing. Just the way I like it.”

  Lukas fished a handkerchief from his pocket. Pulling out, he wiped off his softened cock and tucked the linen square into her crack to help contain the mess until she could void.

  “I owe you a pair of panties,” he said. Finding them on the floor, he tucked them in his pocket. “Leda—”

  “I told you.” Antonio’s voice shattered the bond of intimacy, separating the two of them as effectively as if he had thrown a pail of cold water on them.

  Lukas turned to find Antonio, Marco, and Djiman looking at them. He had no idea how long they’d been there, but chances were, they had gotten an eyeful.

  Leda scrambled to her feet and assumed a standing submissive pose.

  Lukas petted her hair and kissed her forehead.

  “Leda, meet Sir Antony, Sir Marcus, and Sir Djiman. Gentleman, this is Leda.”

  Antonio’s mouth curled at the corners, but there was no way that Lukas would mistake it for a friendly smile. “That’s one of two,” he said, sounding faintly amused. He had the look of a cat playing with a mouse just before it crunched it. “How did she answer the second question?”

  Lukas blew out sharply. “We hadn’t gotten that far. Give us a minute—”

  “Too late, Sir Lucius. You’ve had more than enough time to ask my questions. I wanted to know her name, and if she was willing to take on the four of us.”

  Antonio stalked towards Leda like a lion with eyes on his prey. Beside him, Lukas felt Leda stiffen.

  Antonio cupped her jaw in his hand. Squeezing his fingers, he fisted her hair and forced up her face.

  The Spanish swordmaster might fuck Djiman tonight, but right now, all of his lust was focused on his Greek goddess.

  “What say you?” Antonio rumbled. “Will you kneel for me like you did for Lucius? Will you spread those legs and let us all in? From what I saw, you can handle us. Take one of us in your ass, one or two of us in your pussy, while another finds pleasure in your mouth. That just made you gush, didn’t it, chica? Lucius got you warmed up. Come with us, and we’ll set the night on fire.”