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My eyes stream with hot tears, blurring my vision, but I keep going, relaxing my throat to ease the tension.

This is no different from torture training techniques. I breathe through my nose and endure the pain.

Even as it rips through my skin.

Stinging, burning, aching. My heart races as I go deeper.

Disconnected from the room’s chaotic noise, I’m hyper-aware of the maddening ringing in my ears and the periodic, guttural sounds of my gag reflex.

The warmth from my mouth melts away the chocolate as it drips down my throat.

Dammit. It’s delicious.

“Good girl. Another inch and you’ll get the perfect score,” Richard mutters beside me. Flicking my eyes to my left, I find him standing over, watching me intently.

As I inch closer, the tension in the room is palpable, and the taste of adrenaline floods my mouth just before he delivers the final, intense spank.

Fuck, I’m going to be sick.

“Now, lick all the chocolate off with your tongue,” he orders.

It’s a relief as I pull back and my throat is free, and I get to work on licking it. It’s actually distracting from the fact that my ass is burning.

The chocolate melts easily. Smooth, sweet, indulgent.

No wonder it’s called Decadent. It truly is. A delightful contrast of bitter and sweet notes created a complex and satisfying taste. Almost creamy as you swallow.

A violent shiver wracks my arms as the air bites with an icy ferocity. My nipples are so hard they might cut through the lace fabric soon.

Sitting back on my ass, I wince, a sharp, burning pain shooting up from my cheeks.

“All clean.”

He runs the soft, supple leather down my back, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the icy fear that grips me, a fear that melts into unexpected heat.

Maybe I’m not as bad at this as I thought. I smile to myself and wait.

Chapter 40

DECLAN

I’m mesmerized by her, and I cannot take my eyes off her.

The thought of being in there makes my hands twitch uncontrollably, a cold sweat breaking out on my palms.

If I had the flogger in my hands, the things I would do to her…

Would I have enough self-control to refrain from dragging her out of the room?

Fuck.

The way she licked it at the end was teasing and tantalizing. Her sinful fucking mouth.

Remembering how good it felt when she came apart for me, my body ignites with desire.

I lift my glass, the cold condensation clinging to the outside, and drink deeply, the liquid fire burning a path down my throat, mirroring the inferno within.

Five years I’ve let her consume my thoughts.

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