Page 55 of Sin & Sapphire

“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking my fingers through her hair and tugging her head until she leaned it against my thigh, relishing the contact between us, and grateful to Valentin for driving her to me.

“Stay,” Valentin snapped at her, flicking his whip at her ass as he stood. She startled, but didn’t move, just sat there with her eyes closed, as I stroked her hair.

I tilted my face up, and he brushed his lips against mine, the gentle affection a marked contrast to the cruelty he’d shown Ana. A moment later, he slid another omelet onto the plate in front of me, along with a portion of salad, then sat down on the other side of the naked woman to dig into his own breakfast.

“Open your mouth, angel,” I murmured. After a long moment, Valentin fingered the whip, and she dropped her jaw obediently.

I held out a bite of eggs, and she wrapped her lips around the fork. Fuck, this was all I’d ever dreamed of—Ana at my feet and Valentin at my side.

“Ouvre ta bouche,” Valentin snapped at her a moment later. She turned toward him, her eyes wide. When she didn’t immediately open her mouth, I drew a finger over the red line where he’d whipped her breasts before.

When Ana gasped at the pain, he shoved his fork in her mouth.

“Let us feed you, angel,” I implored.

My phone buzzed. Her coffee was downstairs. Ana leaned her head on my thigh, her long blonde hair hiding her expression as she chewed.

“I’ll get it,” Valentin offered. A few moments later, he returned and set the coffee on the table. “You can have it when you’ve finished eating.”

“Bribing me with a treat because I’m a six-year-old who won’t eat her vegetables?” Ana said, her voice softly mocking.

“Because you’re a twenty-six-year-old who doesn’t appreciate how fucking lucky she is,” he answered her. “You have no responsibilities, no obligations, no requirement to do anything but submit, and you can’t even fucking do that.”

Bite by bite, we fed her. When I offered her a bite of buttered baguette in my fingers instead of a fork, she stared up at me, outrage sparkling in her eyes.

I raised an eyebrow and waited. The sooner she realized that she could have anything she wanted if she submitted, the better for all of us.

She pressed her lips together, then opened them a crack, and then took the baguette in her mouth, carefully avoiding my fingers.

The second bite, she had no choice, taking my thumb and forefinger between her lips with the bread.

My cock twitched as she flicked her tongue against my skin to clean off the butter. Ana’s endless eroticism would be the end of me. I ached to lift her up and lay her across the table, but I knew if I shoved my cock into her right now, I’d undo all the work we were doing to teach her she was safe enough to submit to us.

Finally, she rocked back on her heels. “I’m full,” she whispered. “Sir.”

Valentin shook his head sharply, indicating half an omelet still left on my plate. Ana hadn’t eaten her fill, and her weeks of galivanting through Europe had taken their toll on her curves.

“Two more bites,” I told her.

When Valentin held a forkful of salad in front of her, she took it, chewed, and swallowed without complaint, before turning to me for the same.

My breath caught at the flicker of trust in her eyes. I wanted it. I wanted more of it. I wanted her on her knees in front of me because she wanted to be, not because she was scared not to.

I wasn’t a fool. I knew how much work Valentin and I would have to put into breaking her first. But for a breathtaking moment, the future stretched out in front of me, beautiful and submissive, my perfect toy.

“You think she’s earned it?” I asked, picking up the paper cup filled with a dessert disguised as coffee.

Valentin looked down at our little captive, trembling, but obedient. “What do you think, princess? Did you earn your coffee?”

“Oui, maître,” she murmured, looking up through her lashes.

I held the cup to her lips, and she inhaled the sweet nutty scent before sipping delicately. Her soft sigh of contentment lodged in my chest, an odd and unfamiliar pressure. I wanted more of those sighs, more of those sweet, secret smiles, more of her kneeling at my feet in the morning as I drank my coffee.

Cazzo.

We’d had her less than two days, and I already knew I could never let her go, no matter what Valentin was scheming.

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