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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