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The ridged line beneath my fingers pulsed with every splash.
“Fucking…ah, stop, don’t—” On and on, thick and salty, he shuddered through his orgasm. Halfway through his shattering, he stopped fighting and gave in.
His voice became a guttural growl.
His fingers buried deeper in my hair.
Thrusting into my mouth, he fed me every spurting inch. “You want it so bad, you dirty, dirty girl? Then open goddamn wide.”
I let him empty into me.
Let him shudder with harsh aftershocks.
I drank every drop.
I suffered through disgraceful yearning.
And only once he sucked in a big gasp did I sit back on my heels and hiss as pain and shame and every other abhorrent emotion swamped me.
Ever so slowly, he opened his eyes.
For a second, it seemed as if he couldn’t focus, but then he blinked, and anger painted him. “What the hell was that?”
Hiding my wince, I stood and grabbed my t-shirt.
Slipping back into it, I unclipped the stupid, awful leash dangling unforgotten on my collar and tossed it into his bare lap. The loop landed around his erection like a ring toss. “You told me to satisfy you, so…I did.” I licked my lips, cursing the earthy taste of him. “Or did I misjudge your reaction? Are you not satisfied?”
“Am I satisfied?” He rubbed his face with one hand then threw the leash onto the ground. “I’m wrung fucking dry.”
I curtsied with a mocking smile. “Then you’re welcome.”
He stood too, towering over me. “What are you doing?”
I canted my head innocently. “I’m only doing what you told me to do.”
“I don’t remember telling you to destroy me with the best blowjob of my life.”
I ignored the nonsensical flash of jealousy at the thought of him having other blowjobs.
By who? Did he like them—
Oh my God, who cares?
Not you.
Definitely not you.
With my ass blazing with his ten-spanked handprint, I raised my chin. “Is that everything, Master H?”
“Don’t.” He swiped his boxers from the grass and slipped them on. Gathering the rest of his clothes and the leash, his eyes darkened. “Don’t be a bitch.”
“Me?” I pointed at myself. “I think you’re confusing me with someone else. I’m your obedient little wife, remember?” I licked my lips, deliberately obscene. “I sucked your cock. I drank your cum. You promised me a favour in return.”
He held himself exquisitely still. “What do you want?”
To get away from you.
To get away from the truth.
To get away from myself.
“To see the other jewels.”
He sighed heavily. “Can you be trusted around him?”
I knew who he meant.
And I didn’t need to use jealousy to make him mine. “I like Peter. Very much.”
His eyes narrowed into predator points.
“But I like him how I would like a friend…a brother.”
“He kissed you.”
“Platonically.” I sniffed. “He was offering me comfort, that’s all.”
“If he does it again, I’ll be digging his grave.”
“He’s protecting me.”
“I’m protecting you.”
“Is that what you call it?” I wrinkled my nose. “Hate to tell you, Henri, but what you just did to me felt anything but safe and protective.”
“What I did to you?” He scoffed. “You’re the one who sucked out my damn soul.”
“And you’re the one who spanked me!”
His gaze dropped to his palm as if reliving his abuse. Finally, he looked up and snapped, “If he touches you again, I’ll—”
“He won’t.”
He studied me as if he didn’t believe me.
Finally, he nodded and stepped away. “Fine. You have two hours. Spend it in the jewel quarters. Do whatever you want. But I expect you at my feet for dinner.”
He stalked away before I could bow and simper.
I followed him, studying the tension in his shoulders. The jagged rhythm of his step.
He didn’t look like a man who’d just come.
He looked like a man conflicted. Confused. Confounded.
And I hated, positively hated, that I knew exactly how he felt.
As I walked, the thoughts I’d flatly ignored came bounding into my mind.
I bit my bottom lip as I wedged a hand on my lower belly and cursed him.
Cursed the heat between my legs.
The wetness smearing my inner thighs.
And the terrible, awful knowledge that I hadn’t just felt pain when he’d spanked me.
Oh no.
That would’ve been far too easy.
Far too justified and proper.
If only his hand had just delivered demeaning, dementing pain.
If only his cum on my tongue didn’t grant me power as well as punishment.
If only I wasn’t going as crazy as him.
If only.
If only.
If only my entire body didn’t ache for him to finish what his spanking started.
If only I was numb inside, dead inside, protected from his mind games and confessions.
If only I didn’t feel lust.
Horrendous, horrifying lust.
I’d chosen to claim my sexuality so Henri couldn’t steal it.
I’d vowed to break him before he broke me.
But in return…I’d thrown myself into purgatory.
And ensured, in one fell swoop, that we’d become as fatally sick as each other.
Chapter Twelve
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Henri
I GLANCED AT ILY KNEELING obediently by my feet.
