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when he was flawlessly conversing with the others? I bet he was going to throw me down on our guest bed and fuck me senseless before dinner. Monica once again cursed that blasted James Merange for either being a huge scatterbrain or doing something as nefarious as scheduling three groups of friends to use his villa on the same weekend.
    Honestly, Monica could believe either scenario.
    If Henry were new to Monica’s way of loving, he would have remained silent. That was his personality. But he knew how much Monica loved validation, especially when it came to services rendered. She was his sub, after all. Tell me I’m doing a good job, Henry. Let me know that no other woman or sub could give you the pleasure I do!
    As if he read her mind, he said, “You’re fucking amazing. Swallow me, Princess.”
    Was there anything better than being at the beck and call of a man as worthy as Henry Warren? Not only did he take care of her, but he loved her, treated her with respect – yes, even in these situations – and made love to her in ways no other man had. He knew what Monica liked. How to please her, emotionally and physically. In turn, Monica lived most of her life thinking of how she could best serve him next. Most women she knew didn’t understand her lifestyle, her desires to serve and be rewarded… and punished if necessary. Henry hadn’t earnestly punished her in a long while. They were so in tune with one another that Monica knew exactly what was expected of her, even with a glance.
    She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. The darkness made it impossible to see his eyes, but she knew Henry gazed back at her, reveling in the way she loved him.
    And choked on him, a little.
    “Careful, Princess.” Monica could never get enough of that pet name. It made her feel adored and subservient at the same time. Only a princess was given such honors as these. As for subservient? Princesses didn’t always become queens, although Henry liked to call her that too. Usually with the word “wolf” in front of it.
    Monica eased off him, the air rushing down her throat. Cold air. This room was in dire need of a heater. “May I speak?”
    “Of course.”
    With her hand still wrapped firmly around him, Monica said, “I’m glad you didn’t wait, sir. I would have offered myself to you in the car on the way up here if it weren’t for…”
    “Don’t remind me of her right now, please.”
    “Of course not. Just know that I want you too, sir.”
    “Naturally. Otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this, right?” Henry took her by the back of her head and pushed her toward his erect cock. “Don’t forget why you’re here, Monica.”
    She could never. Her need to please him was as great to be pleased right now.
    He pushed into her throat, gagging her until she was relaxed enough to continue. Henry was not the kind of Dom to hurt her by fucking her throat when it was that deep. He was content to lean back and let her take care of all the work, from humming around his tip to rolling her tongue up and down his shaft. One hand kept the base of his cock steady, while the other rubbed the inside of his thigh and stimulated the rest of his loins. I don’t care how this ends. This is hot enough to do me in.
    “Are you wet?” Henry tugged, hard, on her scalp. “I hope you are. Because I am going to take your cunt very soon.”
    Monica muffled her approval, the heat between her legs expanding in anticipation. I want this inside me, all right. What woman wouldn’t? Even if they didn’t see his handsome physique or knew about his lovely personality, a woman only had to feel this cock in her mouth and hand to know it was worth letting in, any which way he wanted.
    “Off, please.”
    Monica obeyed. She was born to obey.
    She would do anything Henry said or asked of her. Including leaning against the wall so her Dom could lift her skirt up around her waist and spread her legs around his hips.
    “Confound this dress,” he muttered, trying