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hand tangles into my hair, pulls it to one side, and he snarls against my nape. The other hand spreads my legs just enough to reach the narrow satin strip, which he moves to one side. “Look at you, all slick and ready.”
    Ben plays a masterful game. His thumb slides up inside me and tilts to find the hidden spot just behind my pubic bone, while his forefinger wedges against my clitoris. They move in rough unison, on the border of pain, the pressure exquisite. It doesn’t take long to initiate my orgasm, punctuated by a whispered “Yes!”
    â€œOh, no. That won’t do at all.” Ben flips me over, brings his face very close to mine. “I don’t want you to whisper. I want you to scream.”
    I issue the challenge. “Make me.”
    He unzips my skirt, lets it fall to the floor. Then he leads me into the other room, props me against the foot of the bed, reaches behind me, and cups my butt. Lifts. “Lie back and don’t move.” One by one, Ben unsnaps the garters, gentles the stockings from my legs, licking the sensitive place behind my knees. It’s a challenge to stay still, and when I fail to meet it, he reaches up and pinches my nipples. Hard. “You ask my permission before you so much as twitch. Understand?”
    Eyes watering, I manage to stutter, “I uh-uh-understand.” For the two seconds it takes him to tug my panties down over my hips, a trill of fear makes me wonder if I might have miscalculated the man. But then I remember the pepper spray, stashed in my purse, which isn’t far away. Besides, that shimmer of trepidation is rather an aphrodisiac.
    And now the persistent tide of his tongue laps the most intimate parts of me, a low sea of pleasure. He has asked not one selfish thing of me yet, and that thought brings renewed confidence. I do my best to lie perfectly still, but that becomes impossible as I build toward a second climax. “Please. May I twitch? I don’t think I can come without moving.”
    â€œYou’d better scream.”
    I do. And I don’t have to fake it at all.
    Ben straightens, unzips his trousers. It’s time for the big reveal, always an interesting turn in a tale of sex with a stranger. Jockey shorts do nothing to hide what’s behind them, alert and at the ready. I am mildly disappointed. I was hoping for at least an eight on the one-to-ten scale. Ben is a six. No less, but definitely no more.
    He is, however, skilled, and compensates with enthusiasm what he might lack in size. He manages to bring me off twice before finally succumbing to my well-rehearsed cock play with an extended shudder. “Jesus, woman, you’ve drained me dry.”
    Three cheers for condoms.
    Ben is peeling his off when his cell phone rings a definitive tone— Rhapsody in Blue . Unbelievably, he answers. “Hello? No, no. It’s not too late. I was up anyway. Working.” He winks at me, then mouths silently, My wife.
    His wife! No. He told me . . .
    â€œMy flight gets in around eight tomorrow night,” he continues.
    I bolt out of bed, locate my panties, and tug them on, wrestling with a low creep of temper. Oh, why bother to fight it? The bastard deserves it. “Hey, baby, come back to bed,” I say, loud enough for his wife to hear. “I need you to make love to me.”
    Ben starts to stutter. “I-I-I . . . No, it was the TV. Adult programming. Sorry. It’s just, I’m so . . .”
    He can’t get away with this that easily. This time I yell, “Ben! Please! I’m wet and waiting.”
    I grab my clothes and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. He’s going to be pissed. Still, I take a quick minute to wash before getting dressed. I don’t want to smell him. When I emerge, he’s standing, quite naked, between the way out and me. “What the fuck did you do that for?”
    â€œYou told me you weren’t