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I bite back my surge of indignation in response to his insult as he shifts his hand to the back of my head, guiding me down over his lap. I angle his tip toward my lips, taking it between them and swirling my tongue over the velvety crown.

A shuddering breath leaves him, so I do it again, the repeated movement of my tongue eliciting a similar response.He likes that, too.I’m mentally cataloging every reaction, determined to get something out of this debasement. If I learn what he likes, I can make this end quickly. Maybe I can find some way to use it against him.

Roman rapidly grows impatient, sinking his hand into my hair and forcing me down over his shaft. I sputter and choke as he makes me take every inch of him, until the smooth head of his cock bumps the back of my throat and my lips kiss the base. Then he yanks me back off by my hair, and I barely have time to suck in a greedy gulp of oxygen before he’s shoving my head down again, thrusting his hips up.

“Fuck,” he curses, his grip on my hair tightening as he chokes me with his massive cock. “Your mouth is even better than I imagined, pet.”

He relinquishes his hold on my hair, but I keep bobbing up and down over his lap at the same rhythm he set, my eyes watering and my mascara tracking paths down my cheeks. It’s getting harder to ignore the needy pulse thrumming between my own legs, and it’s all I can do to squeeze my thighs together tightly in an effort to alleviate it as I continue sucking his cock, slurping and choking around his girth.

Roman sweeps my hair away from my face with his fingertips, holding it back as he gazes down at me. “I wish you could see how pretty you look right now, sucking your master’s cock like a good little slut,” he murmurs. “My perfect pet.”

A fresh surge of heat rushes to my core, the spark igniting to a flame at his degradation and praise. I drink it in like oxygen, flattening my tongue against the underside of his cock and dragging it up, flicking the tip just beneath the head.

Hereallylikes that. His whole body jolts, his knuckles whitening against the armrest of the chair. I press my thighs together tighter, a little moan vibrating in my throat, and he groans again, snapping his hips up and thrusting in deeper.

Shit.I don’t know why this act is having such a physical effect on me, but I need it to stop. I refuse to derive any enjoyment out of being forced to my knees.

Putting together everything he’s reacted strongly to thus far, I give him all I’ve got as I go for the grand finale. I lick and suck and slurp until he slaps a hand down against the table above me, the plates and silverware rattling atop the wooden surface. He curses as he punches his hips up, hot ropes of cum spurting from his throbbing cock. He holds my head down over his lap, emptying himself down my throat. It’s hot and thick, salty and bitter. I’m simultaneously victorious and repulsed.

As soon as he finishes, he yanks me off by my hair, bringing his other hand up to pinch my cheeks together.

“Swallow.”

My throat bobs in compliance and he loosens his grip, stroking my hair back.

“Good girl.”

I melt, my muscles slackening and a whoosh of air leaving my lungs. The ghost of a smile tugs at Roman’s lips as he clocks my reaction, gazing down at me in twisted satisfaction.

My legs are a little wobbly when he helps me to my feet. It feels like my body’s on fire, needy and wanting and unfulfilled. I shiver as his fingers trail up my inner thigh, getting close to the apex, but not nearly close enough.

“I’m tempted to reward you, but that’d undermine the lesson, wouldn’t it?” he muses, curling his hand in to brush his knuckles against my clit. A tiny whimper of need escapes my throat and my cheeks flush with shame, his lips curling back from his teeth in a feral grin. I’m still in a daze as he shifts me to the side of his chair and directs me to my own seat, swatting my ass with an open palm.

“Sit and eat,” he commands.

I step over and drop down into the chair, staring numbly at the food on the plate when he places it in front of me.Chicken and vegetables.I was hungry before, but food is the last thing on my mind now. The ache between my thighs is unrelenting and my head feels like it could float away.

“Unless you’d like this to be your lunchtime routine from now on, you’ll allow Dr. Hargrove to complete his examination,” Roman says blandly, picking up his silverware and cutting into the meat on his plate. He stabs a piece with his fork, pausing to glance over at me as he brings it to his lips. “Or don’t. I have no problem feeding you my cock at every meal.”

I stare back at him dumbfoundedly, lost for words. I shouldn’t be surprised that this was merely a punishment for going against his demands.For a second, I almost forgot that I married a monster.

He pops the piece of chicken into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. “Eat,” he repeats, pointing the tip of his knife in my direction.

My cheeks burn as I pick up my own silverware, silently complying.

And when Dr. Hargrove returns the next morning, I undress from the waist down, spread my legs, and allow him to take the swab.

13

The shadow visits me again a few nights later. I wake up to the distinct feeling of being watched, but the chair is still firmly in place against the door, no sign of any living person having entered my room. I think the manor must be haunted. That’s the only explanation for the heavy feeling of eyes on me in the middle of the night and the subtle disturbance of something shifting in the darkness across the room.

Again, I bury myself beneath the covers, regulating my breathing and trying to force myself to calm down.

Nothing’s there.

This isn’t real.

I breathe in and out, in and out. Then a creak of the floorboards sends my heart racing again and I start all over, focusing on my breaths and slowly relaxing into the mattress.

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