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and poking at my filet mignon waiting for her next response, but she remains quiet. After several long moments, I look up at Amelie to see why it’s taking her so long to respond, but she’s staring straight at me. I look to Mr. Pettifor and he’s also looking at me.
    “Was that question directed at me?” I ask. 
    Mr. Pettifor nods yes and waits for my response.
    “How do I feel about what ?”
    “About Amelie servicing me and accepting punishment?”
    I’m aghast at his question. “What difference does it make how I feel about it?”
    “It does make a difference,” he says, sitting up straighter and leaning forward.
    “Since when?”
    His eyebrows pinch together and he rests his elbows onto the table.
    “Since the moment I met you,” he states and his sheer honesty shakes my very foundation. He cares about what I think? If that were true, he wouldn’t have gotten serviced by LB in the very next room.
    Unable to tolerate the look on his face anymore and his odd line of questioning and cryptic responses, I feel the sudden need to leave.
    “If you’re done with me, I’ll be leaving now.”
    I abruptly stand, gather my clutch, and bolt from the table. I make a pit stop in the ladies room before leaving. My hands are trembling as I stand and look at my own image in the mirror. My stomach churns at the thought of Amelie servicing Mr. Pettifor. I close my eyes tightly, splash cold water on my face and lean over the sink, trying to compose myself.
    I’m started by the sound of a man’s voice coming from the door. I open my eyes and spin around to see the greenest of green eyes gazing back at me darkly.
    “No, Ms. Darcy, I’m not done with you yet,” Mr. Pettifor says quietly as he locks the door behind him.
    He moves quickly , ravaging me without warning. He grips my hair at the back of my neck and smashes his mouth on me before I can protest. His tongue whips in my mouth, owning me completely. My body goes limp with his infernal touch and he steadies me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I want him, there’s no denying it. I need him, there’s no denying it. But, Svetlana. Right now, I just want to forget about her and open myself up to him.
    “Oh, Mr. Pettifor,” I moan into his mouth.
    He responds by kneeling in front me, turning me to face the mirror and lifting my dress. His movements are frantic as he rips my panties off, the fabric shredding under his strong hands. He forces my legs open and spreads my legs, burying his tongue in my ass.
    “I want all of you, Bella, and since you didn’t let me spank this ass last night, I’m going to fuck it tonight, ” he growls.
    He’s never taken me this way , no man ever has, but tonight I won’t deny him. After all, this will be the last time we share this kind of closeness. He licks and sucks at my puckered entrance, and then slips a finger in, making me wince from the sudden intrusion. He moves it in and out slowly, loosening me up. I bend over and spread my legs further, giving myself over to him fully.
    “Take me, Mr. Pettifor,” I pant.
    He stands behind me and pushes the head of his dick into my tight canal and I whimper from the foreign sensation of being stretched in such an intimate and forbidden place.
    “That’s it, Bella. Fuck this cock,” he breathes into my ear as he bites my lobe sharply. He grips my hips firmly and pulls me onto his shaft, forcing himself completely into me and filling me entirely. My knees start to buckle from the intensity of his momentum, but Mr. Pettifor wraps an arm around me and steadies me.
    “You can take it,” he says tenderly. He pumps into me over and over, his slick co ck easier to withstand with each thrust as my ass relaxes.
    W atching the orgasmic look on his face in the mirror, I wonder what’s going through his brilliant mind.
    “You look amazing being fucked like this. Your ass is perfect , Bella. My God, it’s absolutely flawless. You’re so tight. Why haven’t we done this before?” he