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Not safety in the ordinary sense. Not comfort. Not gentleness.

Safety in structure. In being directed. In knowing exactly what I was supposed to do and that Porter would not let the scene become anything he had not chosen—and he would never choose anything truly harmful to me. Safety in not having to defend myself from what I wanted anymore because he was already using it, framing it, making it mean something.

Gowry’s pace increased a little. His fingers tightened in my hair, with unmistakable ownership, if only for the moment. He used my mouth more firmly now, and with a jolt of wayward need I let him. I tried to please him, telling myself I was doing it for Porter’s bill, but knowing it had at least as much to do with the shameless, helpless need Porter had brought out in me.

My bottom throbbed with each movement. The combination of pain and oral submission and Porter’s watchful presence made the room feel dense, overfull, almost unreal.

“She likes it a lot more now, too… more than she did the last time I saw her anyway,” Gowry said.

“Yes,” Porter replied. “She understands her role better.”

I moaned around the cock in my mouth at that, to my dismay, and Gowry let out a low breath through his nose.

“Yes,” he said. “I can tell.”

I tried even harder after that. I hollowed my cheeks when he withdrew far enough. I let my tongue move where I could. When he thrust more deeply, I took it, choking only a little, blinking tears from my eyes while my body blazed with humiliation and something darker and sweeter.

He fucked my mouth for long enough that I lost track of time. There was only the rhythm of him, the humiliating wet sounds, the ache in my knees, the fire in my bottom, the wetness gathering shamefully between my thighs, and Porter’s presence like a wall at my back.

Then I heard a change in Gowry’s breathing. It deepened, as his thrusts lost a little of their jackhammer cadence and gained a shade of urgency. The hand in my hair held me more definitely. He was close; I knew it as surely as if he had announced it.

Porter knew too, obviously.

“Senator,” he said, in that maddeningly level tone, “before you give Alex the reward she’s earned—shall I take it that you’ll support the bill?”

Gowry gave two more heavy thrusts into my mouth. I felt him at the back of my throat, forcing a helpless little gag from me, and then he drew back just enough to answer.

“Yes,” he said. “You’ll have my vote.”

Something hot and bright went through me that had nothing to do with orgasm and everything to do with accomplishment and achievement, as crazy as my remaining rationality found that. He had said yes. While using my mouth, he had said yes. My shame expanded to fill the whole room and then changed shape until it almost felt like triumph.

“Good,” Porter said.

Gowry pulled out abruptly, pumping his glistening cock in his left hand.

“Let’s put a pearl necklace on you,” he growled, “to mark the occasion.”

For one confused instant I remained there with my mouth open, flushed and breathing hard, looking up at him. A thread of saliva clung obscenely between us before breaking as the vigor of his self-stimulation increased.

I swallowed. My lips felt swollen. My jaw ached. My bottom burned in six precise lines.

And all at once I knew, with a certainty more frightening than any of the pain, that I didn’t want the scene to end, even with the degradation of the senator shooting his seed onto my little breasts, so exposed in the pretty red lace bra.

I wanted more.

Not later. Now, in this room, while I was still raw and stripped open by what had happened. The want rose in me so fast and so shamelessly that before I had even decided whether I could possibly say it aloud, I heard my own voice.

“Sir,” I whispered.

Porter looked down at me. “Yes, Alex?”

My face flamed. There was no dignified way to ask such a thing. Perhaps there was no sane way either. But sanity had become much less important to me than the pressure in my body and the unbearable need to go farther while I still had the courage that humiliation had apparently given me.

“Please,” I said, and then had to force the rest out. “Please, may I try… both?”

CHAPTER 32

Alex