The Roman Bride Milked In Front Of Her Guests: An Erotic Ancient Public Lactation Romance

I have commanded this household since my husband was carried out of it.
Widowhood taught me what loving costs. My orders are sharp for a reason.

Ivor sees that plainly and has never mentioned it, which is worse.
Before the guests arrived he crossed the atrium and took what nobody here would dare.
Stand still, he said. He drank his fill, in no hurry at all.
My steward came to the doorway and went away again.
I ran the evening after with my voice perfectly level.

That is the shame of it. Not the atrium. That I ran the banquet with the ache of him still on me.
He says my name in front of my household and I forget which of us commands.

Tomorrow the houses are bound in public. My milk marked onto the contract scroll before the witnesses. The milking performed in the atrium with every guest watching, for as long as he decides.
The dowry lands go if the alliance fails, and the authority I rebuilt goes if it holds.
Every guest at that table takes my orders.
Do I stand in front of them and let him have me? Do I keep command and lose the land?

A full-length ancient Roman public lactation and milking erotic novel featuring a commanding widow and the man who binds the houses.