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“I think I am giving you more than others have.”

She didn’t deny it, just picked up speed while grinding against me. I loved the way she tightened and focused on her own orgasm. She wasn’t selfish—not that I’d mind as I always benefitted from her inhibitions. No, she was just one to savor a good climax. This time, Daphne braced back against me, hands on my upper thighs as she was about to cum.

“Oh, Cal, fuck!” Daphne gasped, digging her nails into my legs as she arched her back and leaned back. She was a vision—the version of her I’d never thought I’d see and couldn’t imagine. I couldn’t. She’d been nothing but the boss’s serious, dedicated daughter.

“Take your bra off,” I pleaded. “I want to see all of you.”

“No,” Daphne replied. “You cannot make demands, Cal.”

Was it a power dynamic? A game?

“Can I at least ask you to play with my balls while you’re back there? Or better yet, have you flip around?” I playfully spanked her. “Turn… around.”

She cocked her head

“It could feel good, and I’d enjoy your ass. If you’re not going to mind my request, it’s what you deserve.”

Nervous, but curious, Daphne turned around, lowering herself back onto me. She did abide by my rules as I pumped her on my cock. She only managed to stroke my balls for a few moments before I brought her back to orgasm again. It struck me as curious that a woman who struggled not at all to cum—and cum gloriously when she did—was neglected by prior partners.

I held her tight against me and came, listening to her and feeling her brace against my thighs. She was suspended like a rag doll before picking herself up on unsteady thighs and rolling sideways. I found her still panting, flushed and satisfied by the time I returned from tossing the condom.

“Are you pleased?” I chuckled.

Daphne smiled coyly. “I… I’m good, thank you. Was I?”

“You’re amazing,” I pulled her towards me. “But what’s with the bra. Why?”

She shrugged. “It’s… a thing. I don’t… I don’t know.”

I didn’t press. That wasn’t what this was about. I’d made her vulnerable enough, I suspected. She was like a half-read novel. I’d only reached the set up for the plot, but never quite got the ending. There was much more to Daphne Delphine than her competitive streak or her perfectionism. She had her demons but knew what she wanted.

“I enjoy this version of you,” I said. “Enough that I’m going to be sad to head back and pretend it didn’t happen, Daph.”

She peeked up, grinning in a way that melted me. “You will get over it, I’m sure.”

“We’ll see,” I deflected.

I wasn’t sure I would.

7A SURPRISE GUEST

Daphne

After an early afternoontaster with Cal, I revisited his room for a nightcap. I lost myself and got away long enough before my mother demanded that I return to my room to discuss tomorrow’s hair and makeup protocol. I didn’t want to leave, longing for him to please me in the morning. I knew I overstayed already and gave him a long goodbye kiss before disappearing.

“Where were you?” Mother demanded.

“Having drinks by myself,” I lied.

“Why?”

“I am lonely and bored,” I shrugged. “Sorry if I’m not taking the best care of myself here in paradise.”

“Go to bed. Just rest.” She waved dismissively.

I went to my room, landing in one of the two occupied queen beds. There were four of us—Dahlia was the middle sister in every way. She was old enough not to ask where I’d been. Instead, she snuggled next to me. Lanie and Dora didn’t stir. I longed for them to stay precious—far from the eyes of gossip blogs and newspapers. I envied the freedom just tobe.

“You smell like cologne and whiskey,” Dahlia giggled.

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