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As I came, her actions didn’t cease, barely slowed. Just a slow and steady gulp as I released.

Laughing from the sheer intensity of satisfaction, my cock continued to throb, pulsing as my ejaculation continued.

She didn’t waste a drop, holding my shaft in her hand and licking around my cockhead while lifting her gaze toward me. Her eyes were even glassier, but I could swear the lovely lady held a smirk that hadn’t been there before.

A small part of her truly thought she was in charge.

Or as if she’d won the round.

Little did she know we were just beginning.

And I was still playing to win.

CHAPTER 15

Penelope

The taste of him?

Spectacular.

Salty and tangy, leaving me trembling from the power of Christian’s orgasm. I’d never considered myself very good at giving a man head, but if his reaction meant anything, I’d learned a thing or two by reading books.

How strangely appropriate.

I’d found a way of cutting through Christian’s armor, which was exactly what I felt like I’d done. He was a man who preferred holding all the cards, intent on ruling the world. That much didn’t need to be read in some glossy brochure about his accomplishments.

When he entered a room, you could sense his aura, which was even more intense than his power.

Being able to strip a little of that away left me feeling victorious.

As I tilted my head back, running a single finger around my lips, I noticed a slight faraway look in his eyes. What could he be thinking? With the powerful aura oozing from the man, I also gathered a sense of even more danger than I’d perceived before.

There was no reason for me to think this way, but it was as if he was a caged lion, the lock holding the powerful predator already rusted through. I don’t know what it was about him, but the images in my mind were entirely different than they had been.

Not that I was frightened of him. Quite the contrary. I had a sense of safety that hadn’t occurred with any man, especially with Carrington. He’d been too flippant about our passion.

I’d found out the hard way the reason why.

He just hadn’t given a shit.

Christian took a series of deep breaths, one hand gripping the arm of the chair with force. Only when I touched his leg did he finally snap out of whatever trance he’d been in. He took a gulp of his drink before placing the glass on the table with a hard thud. His Adam’s apple didn’t move, which meant he was holding the liquid in his mouth.

He slipped his arms under mine, lifting me easily until my legs were straddling his. There was such an unsettling look in his eyes, yet as before, I wasn’t anxious around him in the least. Quite the opposite. I was excited, tingling all over as if intoxicated and he was my drug. The only way I could survive.

How strange when I’d worked so hard to swear off men.

He slipped his hand around the back of my neck, forcing our lips together. He was still dominating, yet almost sensual as he captured my mouth.

The rush of cool liquid was refreshing, but I was still tingling all over. I rolled one hand over his shoulder, twirling one finger in his hair. The silkiness created goosebumps.

He was that enigmatic, creating another crazy wave of desire.

Much like the spanking had done.

I’d been so shocked when he’d pulled me over his lap. Never in a million years would I have anticipated he would do something so commanding. But when he’d brought his hand down the first couple of times, my pussy had reacted first. Throbbing to the core. Aching to the point of shivering the entire time.

The act of discipline hadn’t been about passion, but something far more controlling. Sting had shifted into anguish, but even so, I’d been elated. How was that possible?