The power grab

The crowd hushes as Daniel raises his arm, his voice carrying over the gathered partygoers. "Enough of this tyranny! Rome belongs to the people!"

You recognize him immediately—Daniel, Olivia's best male friend. He grins at her, something unreadable in his expression, before stepping forward and grabbing her from behind. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close in a way that seems both playful and possessive.

At first, Olivia's eyes widen in shock, her body tensing in the unexpected embrace. She hesitates, looking around as the crowd roars in excitement. But then, after a brief moment of uncertainty, she exhales and relaxes into him. A slow smirk plays on her lips as she leans back against his chest, seemingly embracing the role thrust upon her.

The crowd erupts into cheers and jeers, a few of them clearly caught up in the theatrics of the moment. Before you can react, several people grab hold of you, their laughter and excitement drowning out your protests. Hands pull at your tunic, stripping away your dignity as they loudly declare you a **** to the new ruler.

“Down with the senator!” someone shouts.

A chant rises among the revelers. “Long live the Empress! Long live the Gladiator!”

Daniel saunters toward the chaise lounge, collapsing onto it and pulling Olivia onto his lap. A centurion-costumed guest grabs you, forcing you to your knees at their feet. The crowd cheers as Daniel waves lazily.

“Fetch me wine, ****,” he commands. “And while you're at it—rub our feet.”

A goblet is shoved into your hands, and you have **** but to obey. Your fingers tremble slightly as you hand it to Daniel, who takes a long, dramatic sip before resting his arm around Olivia’s waist. She watches you carefully, her cheeks slightly flushed, but there’s something in her gaze—something curious, something indulgent.

As you kneel at their feet, Olivia tilts her head. “Maybe our little subject needs to prove his devotion,” she muses, glancing toward Daniel.

Daniel smirks. “I think that’s an excellent idea. What do you say, Empress? How should he show his loyalty?”

Olivia hesitates, biting her lip, but the crowd’s energy, the wine, and Daniel’s presence embolden her. She exhales, looking down at you, a playful but commanding edge in her voice.

“M-maybe... my devoted subject should... um, worship his empress properly.”

The words come out half-uncertain, but as the crowd eggs her on, Olivia straightens her shoulders. “Yes,” she corrects herself, more confident now. “A proper show of loyalty.”

Daniel grins. “You heard your Empress.”

You swallow hard, your face burning with humiliation, but something else stirs beneath it—an unfamiliar mix of shame and intrigue. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to the outside of Olivia’s leg. Then another. And another. Slowly, you trail a path of soft kisses along her calf, working your way up with each lingering touch.

The crowd roars in approval, but everything else seems to fade around you. Olivia’s breath hitches, her fingers tightening against the armrest. Her face is even redder now, her lips slightly parted, her expression wavering between amusement and something far more visceral.

Daniel watches, his smirk growing. “Oh, wow,” he chuckles, clearly entertained. “I think our empress is enjoying this a little too much.”

The centurion standing guard shifts slightly, his arms still crossed over his chest, but you can see it—the way his gaze lingers on the display. His jaw tightens, and though he remains a silent observer, there's a subtle tension in him, a fascination he can't quite hide.

Olivia glances toward Daniel, emboldened by his presence. She leans back against him, her voice gaining an almost sultry edge. “Tell me how lucky you are to serve me.”

A wave of heat rushes through you. The humiliation is overwhelming, but there’s something else beneath it—something thrilling. You don’t know if it’s the ****, the moment, or Olivia’s intense gaze, but you find yourself leaning into it.

“I… I’m lucky to serve you, my empress,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Louder,” Olivia presses, her excitement growing.

Your face burns, but the strange mix of shame and exhilaration keeps you going. “I’m honored to serve you, my empress,” you say, firmer this time.

Daniel chuckles, squeezing Olivia’s waist. “Oh, I like this.”

And so does she. You can see it in her eyes.