Page 124 of Risks of Temptation

She finally breaks. She sobs. "You're my Master."

I drop to my knees and begin to eat her out but don't send her over the edge. She hasn't begged me yet.

"Please," she cries out.

I reach up, playing with her nipples, flicking my tongue faster on her clit.

"Please," she whimpers and tears drip on my face.

"Please who?" I growl.

She looks down at me. Broken. Defeated. Destroyed. It's a look that will haunt me forever. "Please, Master."

"Now, you may come." I return to her pussy, sucking her clit hard and curling my fingers and swiping her G-spot.

She climaxes hard. Her cries ricochet in the air. An earthquake whips through her body, and I make her soar several times.

I quickly remove the ankle restraints and pick her legs up. She wraps them around my hips as I'm entering her.

"Oh God!"

I kiss her, thrusting slowly, and reach up and release the wrist restraint. She clutches me, and I do the same to the other.

Her body is still spasming, and she tries to find her breath while kissing me and crying.

I push her head into the curve of my neck, fist her hair, and speak to her in French. "Everything you want, you shall have, ma belle. I will spend the rest of the night pleasing you. Forever, you are mine."

"Oh...oh..."

"That's it. Let my cock give your pussy what you need," I say louder for the others to hear but still in French.

I don't know if she understands what I'm saying. She just whimpers and hides her face in my neck.

I will spend the rest of my life trying to make this up to you.

There's no way to make this right.

In English, I murmur, "Tell me what you need, ma belle."

"Faster, please," she cries and circles her hips harder. "I can't take it anymore."

"Shhh." I pull her head back so she can't avoid my eyes, needing her to see me and not the man I've had to be.

"Please," she whispers.

I increase my thrusts, kissing her, relieved when she hungrily kisses me back but not so ignorant to think damage hasn't been done.

We come together, lips locked, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and her hot tears on my cheek. In our aftermath, I step away from the wall. "Release your legs."

She obeys.

I pick her up, and she hides her face in my chest, still shaking. I don't look at anyone and carry her through the embassy, both of us naked, and into the bedroom suite she's been in for two weeks.

The test is over. We beat the Global Leaders at their own game. But I wonder how much we lost to get here. Is forgiveness possible for what I put her through? Will I ever again be the man who she trusts and craves how she used to?

And the truth looms over my head. Getting through tonight was the first step. The world we now are in, we can't undo. This is just the beginning.

As I stare into my broken ma belle's eyes, I fear she may not survive it. I need to piece her back together, but I'm not sure if it's possible.