“No.” I lower my head further, doing the one thing I swore I never would. I kiss his shoe and then the other, silently at war with myself.

When his fingers caress the nape of my neck, it soothes some of the sting, and I realize something I could never confess out loud. He’s the only man I would ever do this for. He’s the only man I’d even consider worthy of my submission. And I wonder if he’s thinking about it too. I wonder if he’s imagining me doing the same before someone else, and if it bothers him.

“Does it please you?” I ask him softly.

Silence is my response.

“Do you think it will please my husband too?”

“I think you have a long way to go in learning how to please a man,” he answers coldly. “But you can start by sucking my cock.”

The ice in his words wounds me as I’m sure he intended, but I don’t let him see it as I raise my head and reach for his zipper.

“I must not be too displeasing,” I murmur haughtily as I unwrap his throbbing erection like a Christmas gift. “Or are your standards just that low?”

“I’m a man,” he utters in a strained voice. “Any hole will do.”

Again, it feels like a slap in the face, but I know that’s his intent. So I decide to play along and act like one of his women from the Cat House.

“Lucky for you, I have three of them.”

His eyes blaze, and I feel a little too smug as I drag him into my mouth and flick my tongue against the salty head of his cock. He’s big, and it’s hard for me to fit him, but I try to take as much as I can, hoping for some sign of a reaction. But he gives me absolutely nothing.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” he asks with a bored tone.

It fucking irritates me, so I drag him deeper into my mouth, sucking harder, and even though I feel his dick pulsing against me, he gives me no other reaction.

“Remind me why we’re doing this,” he says. “Because I’m starting to feel like I’m not getting my money’s worth. Do you want a real whore to teach you how it’s done?”

I pause and glare up at him, and he meets my gaze with an empty expression.

“Carlisle always said if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” He sighs and grabs a handful of my hair, and then thrusts his cock so deep I nearly choke.

My hands fall against his thighs, holding him as he does it again.

“That’s more like it,” he breathes, tipping his head back so I can’t see his face. “Now you understand. This is what you’re here for.”