Page 105 of House of Cards

None of this does.

I didn’t just like servicing him, even though he forced me to do it. And sure, it’s nice to be praised for a job well done. And let’s not forget the mouth-watering reward I’m about to devour.

I…want to please him.

I…want him to like me.

Sure, this could just be a coping mechanism. Be nice to the monster, and he won’t eat you up.

But this feels like something else. Something…deeper.

Fuck.

I don’t think I want to leave.

Smith

Watching Zoey eat chocolate cake is making me so fucking horny, I’d swear I wasn’t just balls deep down her throat.

“Ow.” She pauses, eyes closed, and rubs the front of her throat. “You weren’t kidding about the bruises.”

I’ve never apologized to a sub for bruises I intentionally caused…yet I’m fighting the urge to tell her I’m sorry.

The fuck is the matter with me?

I trail a finger over my plate, catching a few crumbs and popping in my mouth. While delicious, the cake was much too sweet for me. I’m already struggling with good quality sleep. Sugar will keep me up all night.

The bargain we struck did not include my hand on her throat, her ass in the air, and my cock so deep inside her that every desperate little sob of hers vibrates against my palm.

Again…not something I’d even have given a second thought with another woman.

“You’ll get used to it,” I say, and take another slow sip of coffee as I watch her over the rim of the cup.

Her fork pauses halfway to her open mouth, eyes darting up to mine. “No more deals. I’ll rather die of chocolate deficiencythan put up with your throat abuse again, thank you very much. I mean, it’s good, but it’s notthatgood. “

I frown. “The cake?”

“Yeah, sure, the cake.” She chews thoughtfully for a moment and then points at me with her fork. “Actually, no. Fuck that. If you’re gonna go around shoving your dick in my mouth whenever you want, then there’s no way in hell I’ll stroke your ego by telling you it was the best I’ve ever had.”

“But it was.” Another sip of lukewarm coffee as I suppress a smile. Fuck, she’s so easy to rile up.

“Keep telling yourself that,” she mutters through a mouthful of cake.

She’s halfway through her second slice and already eying what’s left of the cake, as if she’s wondering if she can squeeze in a third helping.

The rim of my phone lights up with a call. I don’t bother turning it over to check who it is. Myles has been trying to reach me most of the day, but I’ve been ignoring him.

I know what he wants.

I know I can’t argue with him.

So I’m acting like a teenager and ignoring him, hoping he’ll go away.

It won’t end well. None of this is going to end well. Not until I take Zoey back to whatever she calls home, and vow never to see her again.

Ha. If only it were that easy.

She’s taken root in my mind, and after how beautifully she just deepthroated my cock, how the hell am I supposed to rip her out?

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