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time and again, to the point where I've wanted to kill myself? Deborah remained unyielding in Genevieve's arms.
    Genevieve cupped Deborah's face and placed her lips over hers. Deborah waited for Gen's tongue to slither in, as was her usual custom when she kissed her, but instead she left her lips over her own. Tears from Genevieve's eyes fell and landed on Deborah's cheeks. A watery sigh escaped Genevieve and without stopping the kiss, she backed into the bedroom with Deborah in her arms.
    When Genevieve finally released her, Deborah went to sit on the bed. Gen stopped her and lifted up a dark purple box. Deborah's eyes went wide, and when Genevieve held it out toward her, she took it.
    “Just a little something from me to you…as an apology.” Gen winced when she spoke the last word and tugged on her diamond earring.
    “There's no need for you to apologize. It's all forgotten,” Deborah said automatically and quickly opened the package. She covered her mouth upon seeing the risqué purple and black lace negligee. “It's…gorgeous.” I'll look like a prostitute wearing this.
    “Put it on,” Genevieve ordered softly and Deborah took off her pajamas. When Deborah was naked, she glanced up at Gen's face. Gen's eyes sparkled as she licked her lips, her eyes zoning in on the belly chain.
    Deborah lifted the velvet chemise over her head. She tugged the tight fabric down and sucked in her breath as it bunched around her hips. Finally she pulled it down over her thighs, but it rode up high, showing off the curve of her ass.
    Gen held up her hands to her face and laughed. “You're so beautiful! Turn around in a circle.”
    Deborah turned around a few times. When she finished her third rotation, Gen walked over and linked their fingers together. She backed her over to the oversized cream-colored chaise longue in the corner near the window and made her sit.
    Gen whispered something Deborah couldn't catch as she knelt down and slid her palms up and down her legs. She lightly scratched the top of her thighs with her nails, and kissed her with more passion than before.
    Deborah fell back with Gen hovering over her on her palms, nipping and tugging on her lips. Deborah could barely find any enjoyment in the desperate kiss, and whimpered in pain as she tasted blood. Gen lifted her mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes brightened and her tongue lapped gently over Deborah's mouth.
    “My poor darling has a cut on her lip? I hate to see you in pain. Does my special girl want me to kiss her someplace else to make it all better?” Gen asked in a baby-sounding voice, and with a wicked smile, dropped her face down to Deborah's stomach.
    “Yes, please,” Deborah replied softly and stared up at the ceiling, lifting her arms over her head as Gen's breath washed over her pussy and thighs. And when Gen began to lick and suck her cunt, and her sharp nails dug into her legs, she bowed her back and willed her body to enjoy Gen's administrations. She instantly went wet since a tongue and mouth, regardless of it being Gen's, made her respond.
    As Gen took her time eating away at Deborah's core, the sounds of her mouth slurping and sucking loudly, Deborah moaned and sighed at the same time—coming violently. Gen's mouth worked her over as Deborah thought out her plans: the plans she'd been making for a very long time to escape from this monster, who'd rather see her dead than allow her to leave alive.

Chapter Five
    All of Deborah's secret preparation over the past year would come to pass with Genevieve attending her stockholder meeting like she did twice a year. She'd end up staying overnight in Las Vegas, Friday to Saturday, without Deborah by her side. Deborah wasn't needed since Genevieve didn't want her to mingle with the business men and women Genevieve controlled, much the same as she did with her wife.
    As the sun rose on that Friday morning, Deborah made slow, tender love to Genevieve, knowing it would be the last