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on his sword.”
    â€œGod, I wish you’d throw yourself on my sword,” Jonathan muttered, reminding me just why he and opera appreciation would never mix.
    With timing even an experienced director like Martin would have envied, I brought Jonathan to a heaving climax, his come spattering in thick white droplets onto my thin black gloves. In perfect synchrony, the singer playing Edgardo slumped to the stage while Jonathan sank to his knees.
    â€œBravo!” I exclaimed, rising to give a standing ovation. Even now, I’m still not sure which of them I was applauding.

    As the cast took their bows, I encouraged Jonathan to his feet. “Martin said he’d be waiting for us backstage after the final curtain. He’s really looking forward to meeting you.”
    Jonathan looked at the bag containing his clothes in some dismay, then back to me. I paused just long enough for him to start to think he wouldn’t be getting them back.
    â€œIt would be so nice to make you go down there naked, with your hands gloved behind you so everyone could see how turned on you were,” I said, tossing his underwear to him, “but you know I’m not that cruel. And anyway, if I’d seriously wanted to make a spectacle of you in public, I’d have brought you to the first night, and not the dress rehearsal….”

DARLENE’S DILEMMA
    Andrea Dale
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    Darlene had surreptitiously squirmed her way through breakfast, trying to no avail to find a comfortable position on the chair. She was stubborn enough to not want to admit there was no comfortable way of sitting in public when there was a butt plug buried in your ass.
    Of course, the wriggling around made it worse, made her more aware of the silicone toy inside her. It wasn’t terribly big—she wasn’t into harming delicate tissue—but it was there , and it brought a flush to her face anytime Jaden or Sienna lubed it up and told her to bend over.
    They allowed her to wear panties to breakfast, because they had a respect for the hotel’s antique chairs and didn’t want her staining the cushion.
    Sienna was wearing a plug, too, but somehow she managed to look completely unconcerned and entirely comfortable. She didn’t find it as deliciously humiliating as Darlene did.
    Sienna was playing on the bottom today, kinky switch that
she was. Darlene was pretty much always a sub—it was just her nature—although occasionally she could be persuaded to punish Sienna if Jaden thought Sienna needed two people topping her. Darlene did enjoy that, because it meant she could do all the things to Sienna that Sienna did to her. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
    It was a perfect arrangement for all of them: Jaden Powell, rock star extraordinaire; Sienna, his creative wife; and Darlene herself, their willing girlfriend.
    Jaden had reached middle age with a grace that everyone envied. It pissed off a few people, too. Exercise and eat right, and still watch things sag. Live a life of decadence, of drugs and booze and wild nights, and continue to look like a god. He, no doubt, had a portrait in a safe-deposit box somewhere.
    His sexiness had something to do with that British accent, still apparent even after years of living in homogenized, sun-drenched Hollywood. His voice had a way of reaching out and caressing you, stroking over your skin, teasing its way into your panties….
    The blue eyes, craggy features, wicked grin and devil-may-care, tousled brown hair that had graced a thousand posters didn’t hurt either.
    Jaden was in rare form this week. Their trips to the Victorian spa always involved some new game, something nasty and creative Jaden dreamed up. (Or sometimes that they all dreamed up together.)
    After they’d gotten settled in yesterday, he announced that Darlene could have all the orgasms she wanted for the duration of their stay. He might manipulate them a little, hold them