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Ana moaned, but didn’t make a move to eat her dessert. I drew back, and she whined her protest.

“I’m only going to eat when you do.”

Ana dutifully scooped a spoon into the crème and lifted it to her mouth.

I dove back between her legs, eager to draw more sweet sounds out of our toy, reveling in her responsiveness, the soft whimpers as I played with her pussy—mypussy—and discovered what turned her on.

“You’re so beautiful, open and drenched for us,” I murmured into her folds, before focusing on her clit.

Short, tight taps with my tongue had her writhing in Angelo’s lap, moaning as I held her still.

“Concentrate, angel,” Angelo said into her neck.

“Please, I can’t,” she whined. “It’s too much.”

I sucked hard on her clit and slid a finger into her.

She jerked forward, and the spoon clattered to the table. “Please!”

With a final lick up her center to coat my tongue in her tart juices one last time, I reluctantly pulled away. “I’ll stop.”

“Fuck, no,” she complained. “Please don’t stop. Don’t leave me like this.”

I slid into the seat beside her, admiring her flushed cheeks, the way her nipples were bright red spots of agony on her chest and her pussy was swollen with need.

“Finish eating,” I murmured.

Ana frowned, and I could see her debating whether to brat. I let her stew on the decision for a moment, before leaning forward and picking up the spoon.

I wanted her to look at me with the same trust she gave to Angelo earlier, as if she depended on me entirely for emotional sustenance the way she did him.

Merde.Wanting her was the last thing I needed.

I scooped a spoonful of crème and held it up to her mouth. She leaned forward, her breath turning ragged as the weights pulled on her abused nipples, and then took the spoon between her lips. Her sigh of delight warmed my soul as much as it hardened my cock.

I shouldn’t care.

I shouldn’t need her to want me.

I shouldn’t crave her approval and her appreciation.

“This is delicious,maître,” she murmured, her lips parted for another bite. Pride suffused me, not in my culinary talents, but that I’d pleased the queen before me. I searched her expression for a hint of cunning, of manipulation, but all I could find was uninhibited pleasure. I fed her another and another, while Angelo held her with one arm wrapped around her waist and the other on her thigh.

After the last bite, she closed her eyes and hummed. “So fucking good,” she murmured. “Thank you,maître,” she added, her eyes bright and clear.

Anticipation coiled low in my stomach at the night ahead of us. But first, Ana would beg for her punishment.

“It’s my pleasure, princess. Now get on your hands and knees and crawl to the bedroom.”

39

ANA

My captors adjustedmy body until I knelt on the bed, blindfolded, my hands tied to the headboard, and my legs spread further than was comfortable. The haze of lust from dinner had faded, leaving me aching and turned on but able to think.

I tugged on the straps that held my hands to the headboard, wondering how stupid I was to let them do this to me.

No.

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