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girl,” he murmured as Valentina lay back and spread her legs. He trusted Maxim would make things good for her. It wasn’t the first time Michel had made his slaves go down on a woman, although he imagined it would be the last. He watched Maxim for a while to be sure he performed with adequate enthusiasm before he ordered Leonid between his legs. Still he watched the other pair as Leo sucked his cock, drawing it deep into his practiced throat. Michel reached to touch Valentina’s hair, stroking the wavy strands in time to Leo’s bobbing strokes. His cock filled with heat and anticipation, his whole body given to sensation. Valentina’s cries and moans of pleasure heightened his own enjoyment of this sweet interlude, as did the knowledge that both his slaves’ cocks ached for release.
    In the end, Valentina’s glorious lust undid him. He wanted to draw out this sensual moment, feel the waves of his climax as she too climaxed, but it was not to be. The way she grasped Maxim’s hair, pulling his face into her, the way her whole body quivered as the slave licked and teased her clit... Michel’s orgasm roared to life and exploded with greater intensity than he’d felt in a while.
    As soon as he’d emptied himself in Leo’s mouth, Michel nudged him back and then pushed Maxim away from Valentina’s pussy. She made a small “oh” sound as he grabbed her thighs and opened her wider for his pleasure.
    “Ah,
mignonne
,” he sighed as he took her with his mouth. She tasted sweet and piquant, unique. She was provocative beyond his ability to bear, provocative enough to drown out the clanging alarm bells in his brain.
    No, no, no.
When had he last behaved with such poor discipline? She quaked beneath him, but he didn’t want her fear. He wanted her surrender, her capitulation. He licked every inch of her and teased her pearly clit until she shuddered. The sounds she made were as delicious as the taste of her, as exciting as the feeling of her fingers twisting in his hair. When he growled, she opened her hands and dropped them to his shoulders. He drove into her with his tongue, consuming her, memorizing her flavor and all the secret spots that made her twitch.
    He was generally capricious about his slaves’ pleasure, denying orgasms as often as he allowed them, but in that moment he needed her climax like he needed air and water. When she dug her nails into his neck and cried out in ecstasy, he wished to begin all over again, but he didn’t dare. Instead, he pulled her up into his arms and gazed at her. She melted against him, locking her arms around his neck. How sweet she was. How dangerous to his continuing mental health.
    “You must go,” he said.
    She stiffened, her pretty mouth turning down in disappointment, or perhaps horror that after such heights of pleasure, he would summarily send her away. “Why? What have I done?”
    “Nothing. It is merely time for you to leave. I have no more need of you here.”
    “No, I want to stay,” she begged, clinging to him. “Please!”
    He ignored her, carrying her to the door. “You can’t stay.” He let her down and nudged her out into the anteroom. “No arguments. Get dressed and go back out into the club. Dance a little before you go home. Everyone loves to watch you dance.”
    He closed the door on her wide-eyed shock. He heard her kick the door, once, twice. Silly girl, to think she had any choice in this matter. He turned to his two boys, his valued slaves who had given him so much of themselves through the years. Maxim looked at the floor but Leo met his gaze. To Michel’s horror, the man’s eyes said,
I understand.
How dare he? How dare he presume to understand what Michel could not? He felt endangered, enraged. He felt a need to expend energy that had no other place.
    “On the floor,” he barked at the men. “Now.”
    He went to the wall for the snake whip. He marked their backs first, reveling in their pleading groans as they writhed on the floor. Then