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was thrilled to be able to make up for lost time. Nat tasted so light and delicious, and despite what seemed like a herculean effort not to react, she was exquisitely responsive. Her entire body quaked every time Emily circled her clit with her tongue.
    Nat moved her hand to Emily’s throat and gripped her gently. “Can’t get enough of that, can you?”
    Shaking her head, Emily sucked Nat’s clit into her mouth, making her shudder. She brought her hands to Nat’s firm thighs, hanging on, but Nat batted her away.
    “Keep your hands behind your back.”
    Emily did as Nat commanded, never faltering in her ministrations. She alternated between long, hard licks up Nat’s length and gentle, insistent suction on her distended clit. The trembling of Nat’s thighs intensified with every pass, assuring her that she was most definitely pleasing her mistress. Somehow, that meant everything.
    “Fuck.” Nat groaned. “That’s my good girl.” She tangled her fingers in Emily’s hair, forcing her mouth lower. “Put your tongue inside me.”
    Angling her head, Emily stiffened her tongue and pushed it into Nat’s opening. Immediately, Nat cried out, reached for her clit, and rubbed hard until she contracted in pleasure. This orgasm was much more unrestrained—and louder—than the first one in the front hallway. Eyes closed, Emily couldn’t suppress a grin at the heady sensation of making her intense, confident mistress come apart at the seams. She’d never felt so powerful.
    Abruptly, Nat grasped Emily’s chin and lowered her foot to the ground. Then she stepped away, chest heaving. “I’ll be right back. You…stay right there. And behave.”
    “Yes, mistress.” She met Nat’s eyes and swiped her upper lip with her tongue, smiling at the flavor that lingered there. “Thank you. Again.”
    “Fuck,” Nat breathed, exhaling in a rush. She ran her gaze over Emily’s body, then shook her head, smoothing a hand over her shaved head. “My pleasure.”
    Emily hid her smile until Nat left the room. Once the bedroom door closed, she brought her hand to her chest, overcome by a rush of pure happiness. How incredibly fun that had been. How sinfully hot . This was exactly what she needed. When she served Nat, nothing else existed. Not the demands of her job or the terrible pressure of raising her younger sister. There was just her body, and Nat’s, and the pleasure of letting go.
    Exhaling, she glanced over her shoulder, trying to get a better look at the table full of sexual implements. She itched to investigate while Nat was out of the room. Tonight’s fantasy included strap-on sex, yet another new experience. She couldn’t help wondering what the dildo would look like. How big it would be. Would she really enjoy it?
    Even having designed this encounter, Emily felt her anxiety rise as she wondered what would happen next. She’d answered questions and outlined erotic acts and dialogue she wanted to enjoy, but it was up to the agency—and the escort—to bring those elements together to create a uniquely tailored fantasy. That meant that although she knew what would happen, generally, she had no idea when . Strictly regimented by nature, Emily couldn’t help feeling unsettled about the uncertainty of the evening.
    Taking a peek at the toys would at least remove some of her hesitation surrounding the rest of the night. She’d be quick. Nat would never know.
    And if she got caught…well, she was pretty sure she could handle her punishment. With pleasure.

Chapter Three
    Nat Swayne fled the bedroom on rubbery legs. Her first instinct after an orgasm like she’d just had was to collapse on the bed and recover. Since that wasn’t an option, a speedy escape would have to do. She’d actually already planned on leaving the room at this point in the encounter, hoping to give Emily some time to stew in anticipation—and perhaps even disobey the order to stay put. As it turned out, she was the one who needed a moment of