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in my mouth at one point, and I crave his lips on my pussy, and all we can do is pant and gasp and try to keep up with the beat of some phantom rhythm neither of us seems to competently hear.  
    I come. And I come. And I come.  
    I’m bent over the chaise.  
    I’m spread wide, holding my ankles.  
    I’m on top, riding Daniel. His face works and twists as he tries to hold himself back. I want to sabotage his efforts at staying, to buck and squeeze to make him fill me, but I can’t stand the thought of this ending. I remember what he said earlier, about how with me, he can come again and again, never going soft, or needing time to recover. But I want to punish him, too, for making me hurt. And so I’ll use my pussy. I’ll ride him and grip his thick cock and come all over him, my juices running out like slow milk. But when Daniel seems ready to come, I’ll stop. I’ll relax. I’ll climb off and let his dick slip out of me, dropping with a smack onto his cut stomach. I’ll suck him until he’s about to blow, then stop. I’ll finger myself for him, coming, arching my back, but I won’t touch him.
    “Make me come,” he demands. “I need to come.”  
    “No.”  
    Finger on clit. Slow circles, giving me chills. Imagining him entering me again. Parting my pussy lips as they slip around his shaft like a kiss.  
    “Make me come, Bridget.”  
    I smile this time. “No.”  
    He lunges, but I dodge. I can only imagine what the people beyond the curtain are thinking if they’re hearing any of our commotions, but the thought only lasts a second because Daniel finally pins me, and smothers himself in my pussy while stroking himself. But he won’t get off the hook that easily.  
    “Lie back,” I tell him, “and I’ll let you come in my mouth.”  
    Daniel’s on his back in a second. I give his dick a little flick, nothing more. But he’s so fucking hot for me right now, even that makes him pulse and jerk in my hand. So I blow on it, and it throbs again.  
    “Make me come.”  
    “Eventually,” I tease.  
    He sits up. Grabs the back of my head and forces me forward, so I’m swallowing him. I wouldn’t think it was possible, but I actually get wetter as I take his entire length. My hand returns to my pussy, rubbing my increasingly exhausted clit.  
    “Just like that. Just like that, Bridget.”  
    He’s bucking into me. His cock should gag me, but I’m somehow stifling the reflex. I imagine him unloading, filling my throat.  
    “Oh shit, Bridget. I’m going to come in your mouth!”  
    I come again. At my peak, Daniel does the same, and I fight to swallow as my pussy clenches and waves of pleasure claim me.  
    When my head finally descends from the clouds, I become aware of the room’s stillness. Is anyone still out there? If so, what did they hear? What did they see?
    The thoughts, now that the euphoria leaves my brain and reality returns, suddenly seem important in a way they didn’t before. I compose myself as best I can while Daniel does the same. I look at him, and he looks at me, and we seem to both wonder if what we just did — in this particular place, under these specific circumstances — was the best idea.  
    I’m suddenly sure we’ve done exactly what Caspian White wanted us to do. We fell for his trick hook, line, and sinker. So have we failed? Will we be allowed to continue, now that it’s clear that I have no superpower of restraint, that Daniel is and has always been positioning himself to compromise the experiment’s integrity?
    “How do I look?” Daniel asks, straightening his tie, lapels, and cuffs.  
    Dashing, Beautiful. Like a knight I should know better than to follow.  
    “You’ve got a little … ” I point at a small white blob on his shirt.  
    “Shit.” He brushes at it then buttons his coat over it. He looks up at me. “And you’ve got a little … ” He points at one eye.  
    I brush under my eye, feeling nothing.  
    “That get it?”