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She gave me a reluctant smile.
“Yeah—you were pretty brave calling my Daddy an asshole like that. Usually I’m the only one who can get away with stuff like that.” She looked at me suspiciously. “You’re not trying to come after him, are you? Because you can forget it—he’s mine.”
“Of course not.” I made a face. “I don’t want anything to do with him. I just want…” I cleared my throat. “I just want to be able to give my Papa what he needs from me.”
Mandy raised an eyebrow. “Still having issues with fucking your Daddy?”
“So what if I am?” I demanded. “Anyway, you promised you would tell me about the medicine that helps Babygirls be more sexy for their Daddies.”
She looked at me appraisingly.
“Yeah…maybe. But you have to prove you really want it first.”
“What?” I demanded. “What else do I have to do? My ass is already sore from that spanking—I don’t want another one!”
She scoffed. “You’re such a wimp. Your Daddy only used his hand on you—wait until you’ve been flogged and caned!”
I had no interest in either one of those scenarios so I just frowned at her.
“What do you want me to do?” I said flatly.
“Prove you really want to be your Daddy’s sexy Babygirl.” Mandy’s green eyes were practically glowing with excitement in the dim space. “Go on—prove it.”
“How?” I asked, honestly mystified. What did she want me to do?
Mandy leaned forward.
“Take out your Daddy’s cock and suck it,” she said.
“What?” For a moment my brain wouldn’t process her request.
“Go on,” she taunted me. “Do it.”
“But—” I looked at the crotch of Salt’s black dress slacks. The suit he was wearing looked expensive and impeccable but I’d never expected to be trying to get into it when I admired how it looked on his tall frame—especially when we were still technically at dinner.
“You won’t do it, will you?” Mandy gave me a derisive look. “I knew it—you’re just a boring little virgin. You don’t really want to be a good Babygirl to your Daddy at all.”
“That’s not true,” I protested.
“Prove it then. Or else stop talking to me.” She yawned. “I’m already bored of you.”
Uh-oh, I was losing her. I felt the choice being taken out of my hands. Clearly Mandy knew something about the Please that was being channeled through the Institute—at least I thought she did. But she wasn’t going to share anything with me unless I proved myself to her.
“Okay, fine,” I heard myself saying. God, who knew what Salt was going to think of this? But there was no choice.
Leaning between my partner’s spread legs, I found the top of his zipper and pulled it down.
Salt jumped.
“Mishka?” I heard him say, sounding uncertain.
I squeezed his thigh hard, trying to let him know it was me and hoping he would just let me get on with it. Then I reached into his expensive trousers and through the slit in his boxers to grasp the hot, hard length of his cock.
Salt jumped again and I heard him take in a deep breath but he didn’t try to stop me. A little reassured, I pulled him out as gently as I could, using both hands to be certain I kept him well clear of the zipper. He’d already been half hard when I first touched him but now, as I handled him, his shaft grew to a very impressive length and girth.
Mandy eyed him and gave a low whistle.
“All right, now I can see why you’re scared of letting your Daddy fuck you,” she remarked. “That’s one monster cock he’s got.” She sounded impressed.
I couldn’t help but agree with her. Salt was long and thick and hot in my hands—he was also much bigger than anyone I’d ever been with.
“You can see why I need the medicine,” I told her appealingly. “I, uh, need something to help me loosen up.”
“Yeah, well…” She sniffed. “But you still haven’t proved you really want it.”
“What are you talking about? Look at me.” I stroked Salt’s long shaft from the thick root to the broad, plum-shaped head to illustrate my point. He shifted restlessly in his chair but still made no move to stop me. Good.
“You’re just touching him,” Mandy said flatly. “I said suck him—get as much of that thick monster in your mouth as you can. Maybe then I’ll tell you about the secret medicine.”
I took a deep breath. Could I do this? And more to the point, would Salt let me do it? Also, how was it going to affect our partnership when this was all over? I didn’t know but if it was the only way to get Mandy to tell me what she knew, I didn’t think I had a choice.
Leaning forward experimentally, I rubbed my cheek against the long, rock-hard shaft. I could feel Salt throbbing in my hands and I thought I heard a muffled groan from him as I caressed his hot length.
I had never let myself think about this part of my partner’s anatomy before—it was off limits, after all. But now I found that I liked this part of him—liked it a lot. Other than being almost scary-big, Salt’s cock was hot.
I mean that literally—I could feel his heat radiating off the long, naked length. His warm, spicy musk was stronger here and I found that I liked that too. There was already a bead of precum forming on the broad head, proving that he liked what I was doing as well—or at least he was reacting to it. Experimentally, I darted out my tongue and lapped the bead away.
Salt shifted and I thought I heard him groan again but as before he did nothing to stop me. To my surprise, I found I enjoyed the feeling of power I got from licking and touching him while he was supposed to be participating in a social engagement. I could do anything I wanted to him and he had to just sit there and take it and pretend nothing was happening. It occurred to me that this was the perfect revenge for the too-hard spanking he had just given me.
“Do more—go on,” Mandy taunted me but she didn’t have to prod me into it. I found that I wanted to touch and taste and suck my partner’s shaft. I wanted to torture Salt with sexually confusing feelings just as he’d tortured me when he spanked me and made my pussy so wet.
Leaning forward again, I swirled my tongue around the broad head of his cock. Then I took it all the way into my mouth, being careful to shield my teeth with my lips, and sucked and licked for all I was worth.
There was another muffled groan from above me and then I saw Salt’s big hands curl into fists on his knees. I felt a surge of triumph at the reaction I was getting from him. Oh yes, I was in control here—in control for the first time since we’d walked into the Institute. And I intended to prove it right here and now by sucking him until he couldn’t see straight.
Mandy was watching me with wide, avid eyes as I began to suck and stroke my partner’s thick cock in earnest but I no longer cared about her. Didn’t care that I was only supposed to be doing this in order to get information for our case or that I was just playing a role. I flat out wanted to drive Salt crazy with lust.
I couldn’t get him all the way into my mouth—there was no way. But I used both hands at once, bobbing on the broad head and stroking up and down at the same time. Salt’s fists clenched tighter and I could almost picture him, sitting there at the table, struggling to keep a straight face while I went down on him for all I was worth.
It made me want to laugh but it also made me hot. Even as I sucked him, I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. God, I was turning myself on almost as I was turning on Salt! Part of my brain insisted that this was a serious problem but I ignored it and kept sucking. I espe