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her stockings off slowly, kissing each of her toes lightly and then working my mouth up the insides of her calves, then thighs. She smells divine – like the expensive perfume I bought her and Bella . I look up at her face and her eyes are tightly closed, her mouth parted and panting.
    “Open your eyes, Ms. Darcy and watch me pleasure you,” I stipulate.
    Her eyes flutter open and focus in on me, her tongue gliding across her glossed lips. God, I want to fuck that mouth.
    I shove my tongue into her without forewarning and she squeals with delight, the sound like music to my ears. Licking and lapping at her for more than thirty minutes, my tongue aches with a welcome pain. She screams out three times and her sweet cream flows like a river. My cock is strained in my pants but right at this moment, this is all about Bella. I don’t deserve to cum after the way I treated her, so tonight, I go without.
    When I’m finished eating, I dress her and she appears bemused by my lack of gratifying myself, but doesn’t once question me or ask for an explanation.
    “My driver will take you home. I’ll see you at the gala day after tomorrow,” I tell her.
    As she turns to leave, I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a small box. I grip her upper arm and spin her around and present her with the belated Christmas gift.
    “Merry Christmas, Ms. Darcy.”
    Bella stares at it a moment, not moving. Her eyes flick from the box to me and back. She hesitantly takes it from me and looks me directly in the eyes.
    “I wish you hadn’t. I don’t deserve this after the way I disobeyed you,” she states quietly.
    She deserves more… so much more. She deserves the world on a silver platter...she deserves riches and pleasures untold and to be fucked passionately over and over until her body aches and she sees stars in her eyes.
    Maintaining my cool, I answer, “Don’t be over dramatic, Ms. Darcy. You don’t even know what it is.”
    She nods and proceeds to open it and smiles when she sees the small cherry blossom brooch I picked out.
    “It reminded me of the color of your lips and of you: Delicate and fragile.”
    Bella sighs heavily. “I’ll try to be stronger for you, Mr. Pettifor, and to follow your rules more closely.”
    “I didn’t mean…” I start to say, but her look of upset shuts me up. “Being delicate is nothing to be ashamed of. A person can be both resilient and fragile without either taking anything away from the other.”
    The irony of my statement isn’t lost on me because I, too, need to heed my own words of advice. Once more, I’m lecturing her as if she’s one of my students, but my words seem to resonate with her and her deep blue eyes twinkle with understanding.
    “It’s for special occasions only,” I say regretfully when her warm eyes cool.
    “Of course it is. Thank you, Mr. Pettifor. I’ll see you on New Year’s Eve,” she graciously answers back as she excuses herself.
    ***
    Standing and waiting for Bella, I’m scanning the crowded ballroom for her sparkling eyes. Instead of my princess’ face, I see Svetlana waving at me from across the room. What the fuck is she doing here? She pushes her way aggressively through the crowd to me, her big white veneers gleaming under the chandelier lighting.
    When she reaches me, she throws her arms around me, but I gently push away from her. Been there, done that - no thanks. Her nauseating vanilla scent brings back all sorts of memories of our time together, none of which are worth even mentioning, including the sex we had. She immediately begins droning on and on.
    “Oh, Xander, darling, you look amazing! Where have you been hiding?” she says loudly, making several people turn their heads to see what the commotion is. Feeling embarrassed at the attention she’s bringing me, I guide her to a more secluded area but regret my decision when she gets a predatory look in her eyes that’s all too familiar. And unwanted.
    “So are you still an instructor at