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it, Constance will be happy to grant you relief.”
    Kai turned the words over in his head a few times before he caught the meaning.
Relief.
Of course, his raging hard-on wouldn’t go unnoticed in a house like this, especially as it now strained toward the top of his waistband. Dress pants hid some things, but not a cock like his. Constance crossed the room and knelt before him expectantly, her hands in her lap.
Cockslavery.
Without another thought Kai’s hands were at his pants, working at button and zipper, releasing himself.
    Bastien handed him a condom, as if the scene taking place was expected and normal, and Kai rolled on the condom as if it was. It didn’t bother him that Bastien obviously had no intention of leaving. With all the security around, it stood to reason that an odalisque would never be surrendered to a stranger. And Kai was a stranger to this world, this amazing world where beautiful, shy women came to kneel before him and suck him off on a word. But Bastien’s silent presence communicated that she was only being lent, under her protector’s careful supervision.
    Constance reached for his cock, cupping its length and weight, kissing the tip through flavored latex. Her lips were red, not garish, but lovely soft red contrasted with her pale complexion. He imagined her clasped against his darker skin, a silhouette of womanly desire. He twisted a hand in her curls, marveling at their softness, just as she opened her mouth wide.
    It was torture to let her guide him. He wanted to take over, thrust into her throat so the lust and excitement that had been building over the entire evening could finally explode. But he regained his control. Her skill was such that he had to pause and appreciate it. She wasn’t sloppy, but focused and mindful of his reactions.
    He guided her with the pressure of his fingers against her scalp, and shudders and moans when he was most pleased with her. She licked up the front of his glans, flicking, teasing, and then around the crown, then she took him so deep he almost lost it again. She hummed softly as she sucked him, so the sensation of it resonated down his cock to his balls. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, not wanting to be too rough, but needing her closer, closer...
    She took him deep until her lovely nose was pressed against the wiry kinks of his thatch. “Oh, God--” he gasped. It was as much hysteria as it was prayer. He tried to hold off, tried to make the blowjob last, but her avid skill, her focus on pleasing him--it was a completely new experience. This was no grudging, lackluster blowjob. This was cock worship. He finally understood that term.
    She was taking him deep now, over and over, adding pressure and teasing with her tongue, sending tremors down the backs of his thighs. The orgasm, when it came, nearly brought him to his knees. He still held her hair, grasped and fisted it, trying not to pull. Only that concentration, that warning bell that he might hurt her, kept him from collapsing where he stood. He hunched over her as his balls contracted and waves of release swept his entire core.
    She gripped him with her lips as he rode out the climax, then went still when he untensed, and waited. He didn’t want to leave her mouth--ever--but after a moment or two he eased back, caressing her face as she slid her tongue across the barrier between them.
    He’d learned one thing for sure. This was for real. These women really did have a hunger to please sexually. Constance smiled up at him from her knees. It wasn’t a brassy smile, or a vixenish one. Just a pleased, content smile that touched some primal part of him, the part that wanted to be
wanted
. To be desired. Unconditionally and totally.
    “Thank you,” he said. It sounded silly, to thank her so formally, but he would have been embarrassed to yell out what he really wanted to say:
That was the best fucking blowjob of my life!
    “There’s a bathroom over there,” Sebastien said.