Taste Test

Rebecca changed in the bathroom before heading into the wardrobe for what Mike called an establishing shot. He had told her quite plainly that she should change in the bathroom so that nobody saw her, but that she would be doing him a big favor if she could stand in front of the mirror before starting her day.

She wasn't sure how she felt about the dress.

It was almost identical to the green one she had been provided yesterday, yet with even deeper cleavage and a shorter skirt.

As long as it doesn't get any shorter than this.

Feeling more exposed than she'd have preferred, she was careful with her steps as she walked back into the bedroom. She had no idea where the cameras were, and one careless step might send the back of her dress flipping up.

Then she saw the envelope.

It had been resting on the bed, just like the other two. Her eyes darted around the room, wondering how they were sneaking in without her noticing.

She decided they must simply be using the bedroom door, which annoyed her. How would they know she wasn't about to leave the bathroom and...

Then she remembered the cameras again and frowned. She only had one safe space, and it certainly wasn't in here.

To Mrs. Ashford,

What a night. Hopefully your dreams weren't too fitful after such an exciting evening?

She felt her cheeks flushing as she read, her eyes moving around the room in search of the cameras again. Just how much could people see and determine? It was almost as though they could read her thoughts.

This morning you will be embarking upon a blind taste test. For every food item you guess right, you will receive $500.

Love,
Mike

P.S. It is an adult taste test, by partaking you consent to...

She folded the letter without reading any further. It was all small-print lawyer nonsense anyway.

An adult taste test?

She consented to...

Drink alcohol? Strong coffee? A raw egg?

Mike's tongue.

Her eyes widened. This show seemed particularly obsessed with the concept of her kissing James, and she had heard of French kissing before as an abstract concept.

This is how Europeans do it, aren't they kooky?

The thought made her shiver, yet she felt a familiar warmth blossoming between her thighs.

Alright. I'll play your silly game.

Downstairs she discovered James waiting for her with two coffees in hand.

“I wasn't sure if you liked it black or...”

A pause.

His eyes moved from the coffees in his hand to her, traveling slowly from her feet, up her legs and body, before finally reaching her face. A half-smile touched his lips when his eyes finally met hers.

“Wow, Becky. You look beautiful.”

“Surprised?” She laughed, but felt her cheeks flushing. “You're saying I don't normally look beautiful?”

“No, I just meant... especially beautiful.” He seemed flustered himself.

“Well, lucky you, because I'm supposed to give you a morning kiss.”

James didn't need to be told twice. He placed the coffees on the dining table before turning to meet her, but then hesitated.

“Wait.”

Rebecca stopped. “What?”

“I don't want to make this weird.”

A little late for that.

“Just kiss me however you'd normally kiss Richard.”

Her stomach tightened at her husband's name.

“What?”

“However feels normal to you. You lead.”

Rebecca considered that.

She stepped into him and rested her hand against the side of his neck, thumb brushing the roughness just in front of his ear.

This was easy. She had done this thousands of times.

“Have a nice day at work, honey.”

The word escaped before she thought about it.

Normally Richard would have given her a quick peck and been halfway to the door before she'd properly registered it. Some mornings they forgot altogether.

Rebecca expected the same from James.

His hands settled around her waist and tightened, pulling her gently against him as their lips met.

Oh.

James was warm and solid against her. She could smell his aftershave, feel the breadth of him beneath her hand, the faint roughness of his cheek against hers. He had to bend to kiss her, and something about being gathered against someone so much taller made Rebecca feel unexpectedly small.

She should have pulled away. It was only supposed to be a peck.

Instead her fingers slipped farther around his neck.

James deepened the kiss without ever quite breaking it, and Rebecca answered before she could decide whether she meant to. Her body pressed closer to his. One knee bent behind her, heel lifting absurdly from the floor.

She didn't notice.

What she noticed was that James Burn apparently had a very different understanding of how husbands kissed their wives goodbye.

James finally released her. Rebecca's foot returned to the floor and she blinked.

“Was that how you kiss Richard?”

Rebecca picked up her coffee. “More or less.”

One to say good morning.

She started wondering how the one to be nice would go.

Needing something to do with herself, Rebecca took a sip and wandered toward the kitchen counter.

“So,” James said behind her, “what does my wife want for breakfast?”

Rebecca nearly inhaled her coffee.

She turned around. “Excuse me?”

“You kissed me goodbye, called me honey and told me to have a nice day at work.” He gestured between them. “I'm just trying to understand the arrangement.”

“Don't get carried away.” She tried not to smile. “And I'm not having breakfast. Mike has me doing some kind of blind taste test this morning. Five hundred dollars for every food I identify correctly.”

James's eyebrows lifted.

“A taste test,” he repeated.

“An adult taste test.” She made quotation marks with her fingers. “Whatever that's supposed to mean.”

“Ah.”

Rebecca lowered her mug. “What does ah mean?”

“It means I should probably check my phone.”

“Why?”

“Because if you're doing a challenge, there's a decent chance I'm doing one too.”

He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen while Rebecca watched his expression.

“Well?”

James looked back at her. “Looks like I should go get ready.”

“For my taste test?”

His mouth twitched.

“Apparently.” He slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Finish your coffee, Becky. I need to go get ready.”

“Stop calling me Becky.”

James started toward the lounge.

“Finish your coffee, then come do your taste test.”

“I'm getting every single one right.”

“I'm sure you are.”

“And when I make five thousand dollars, I'm not sharing it with my pretend husband.”

“Cold. I thought that money was going straight to Richard?”

“Well, actually, Mike said all the money I'm earning goes into an account that only I can access.”

James glanced back at her. “Oh, really?”

“Yes.” Rebecca lifted her chin. “So technically, it's my five thousand dollars.”

Saying it aloud felt oddly satisfying.

“In that case, when we get out of here, dinner's on you.”

“Excuse me?” She blinked at him. “Is that a date?”

For half a second, he looked almost as surprised by the question as she was.

Then his mouth curled into that infuriating half-smile.

“Becky, you just kissed me.”

Her lips pursed. “Rebecca.”

“Mrs. Ashford.”

Somehow, that was worse.

Rebecca's cheeks burned as she turned her attention back to her coffee and let him disappear into the lounge to get ready.

---

The lounge hadn't changed at all by the time Rebecca entered it -- the only difference was a tripod camera sitting in the middle of the floor.

“Where's all the food?” she asked James, who stood waiting with a blindfold in hand.

“It wouldn't be much of a guessing game if I left it all sitting out, would it?”

He smiled pleasantly at her, then gestured to the floor in front of the camera.

“Could you kneel here for me?”

She nodded and crossed the room, kneeling where he'd indicated. James was gentle as he tied the blindfold around her eyes, and although she trusted him completely, she felt far more vulnerable like this.

James then set to work bringing in the food. She kept her hands by her sides, trying to be as patient as she could, but the anticipation was getting to her.

“Are you ready?”

She jumped at James's voice, her eyes opening uselessly beneath the blindfold.

“If you don't get this one...”

“Then open wide for me, Becky.”

“Reb--” she began, before deciding it wasn't worth it. Instead, she opened her lips.

There was a long pause where nothing happened. No movement, no food.

"If you don't get this one, then I think we can call it quits here."

“James! I can't kneel here gawping like a fish all day.”

He chuckled. “Mouth.”

Now she felt it.

Something soft touched the center of her tongue. Rebecca closed her lips around it experimentally.

Soft. Sweet. Familiar.

Her brow furrowed for all of half a second. “Banana,” she said with it still in her mouth.

James sighed.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Rebecca smiled around the banana and started to bite down.

“No biting.”

She stopped, eyebrows rising beneath the blindfold.

“Why?”

“Because you're supposed to taste them, not eat breakfast.”

Rebecca reluctantly released it.

“I skipped breakfast specifically for this.”

“That's your problem.”

“You're holding a banana in my mouth and telling me I can't eat it.”

“Correct.”

James pulled it away.

“You still got five hundred dollars.”

That improved her opinion of the rules considerably.

She licked the lingering sweetness from her lips.

“Next.”

“Feeling confident?”

“If they're all this easy, yes.”

“The next one should be harder.”

It was.

Something warm touched her lower lip.

Rebecca hesitated before opening her mouth farther and allowing James to place it against her tongue.

Her first thought was that it was meat.

It was warm, smooth and faintly salty. She explored it cautiously with her tongue, trying to match the unfamiliar texture to something she knew.

Sausage?

No. Not quite. It felt fleshy rather than cooked, yielding beneath the pressure of her lips.

Rebecca frowned beneath the blindfold. “What on earth is that?”

James didn't answer.

Rebecca, unable to see what the camera could, kept concentrating on the puzzle.

James stood directly in front of her with his pants open and his flaccid penis exposed, positioned at Rebecca's mouth while she remained blindfolded and unaware of what she was being made to taste.

The image was unmistakably sexual from the camera's perspective. From Rebecca's, it remained an irritatingly difficult piece of food.

She drew back. “Was that a sausage?”

James went very still. “Nope.”

Rebecca frowned. “Then what is it?”

“Need any help?”

“I thought that's what you were supposed to be doing.”

James brought the mystery item back to her mouth. Rebecca opened obediently, expecting another taste.

This time, however, he didn't simply let her sample it. He slowly moved it across her tongue and back again, giving her longer to register the same warmth, softness and faintly salty taste.

Rebecca concentrated fiercely on the puzzle, unaware that the camera was recording James moving his exposed penis in and out of her mouth.

“Well?” he asked.

She pulled back, lips pursed in thought.

“That did not help.”

“Not even a little?”

“No.” She tilted her head. “It's definitely meat.”

James's mouth twitched.

“I'm sticking with sausage.”

“Final answer?”

Rebecca hesitated.

“I don't like the way you said that.”

“Moving swiftly on,” James said.

“Wait. Was I right?”

“No answers until the end.”

“James.”

“Next one.”

Something touched her lips again.

Rebecca opened her mouth and immediately tasted mustard.

Then ketchup.

Bread pressed against her lips, with something warm and familiar between it.

“Hot dog.”

“Final answer?”

“Obviously.”

“Correct.”

Rebecca instinctively started to bite again.

“No biting.”

She remained perfectly still for a moment, the hot dog sitting absurdly between her lips, then pulled her head back.

“James, how exactly am I supposed to taste a hot dog without biting it?”

“You just did.”

“Because you've put mustard and ketchup all over it!”

“Still counts.”

“No, it doesn't. You've practically labelled it.”

“You got the answer.”

“That's not the point.”

“What's the point?”

Rebecca gestured blindly toward where she thought he was standing. “The point is that I'm kneeling on the floor, blindfolded, while you put an entire hot dog in my mouth and then tell me I'm not allowed to bite it.”

A beat of silence.

“Those are the rules.”

“Those are stupid rules.”

James removed the hot dog before she could demonstrate precisely what she thought of them.

Rebecca licked a spot of mustard from the corner of her mouth.

“Another five hundred.”

“Fine. Next.”

Something small and crisp landed on her tongue.

“You can bite this one.”

Rebecca did.

Sweet. Juicy. Familiar.

“Apple.”

“What kind?”

“What kind?”

“That's what I asked.”

“Oh, for goodness' sake. You can't start adding difficulty levels halfway through.”

“Five hundred dollars.”

She chewed more thoughtfully.

“Gala.”

“Correct.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“I should get extra for that.”

“You should be grateful I'm not charging you for complaining.”

“That wasn't in Mike's letter.”

“Next.”

She heard the faint clink of metal against glass.

“Open.”

Rebecca obeyed.

The spoon bumped her lower lip rather than finding her mouth properly, leaving something freezing cold smeared across it.

“James!”

“You're blindfolded.”

“You're not.”

He tried again.

This time the spoon found her tongue. Cold sweetness began melting almost immediately.

“Vanilla ice cream.”

“That quick?”

“James, I have two children. I've spent fourteen years cleaning vanilla ice cream off things that weren't supposed to have vanilla ice cream on them.”

Another spoonful arrived before she'd quite finished speaking. She attempted to meet it and missed, cold cream smearing across the corner of her mouth.

Rebecca recoiled. “Oh!”

James laughed and offered another spoonful.

Rebecca leaned towards where she thought it was and succeeded only in nudging the spoon sideways. More ice cream streaked across her cheek and began slowly melting towards her chin.

“Oh, for goodness' sake. How much is on me?”

“Not much.”

“That's not an amount.”

Rebecca wiped experimentally at her cheek and succeeded mostly in spreading it around.

Then James applied a warm cloth, wiping her face clean.

“Next.”

“You're enjoying this far too much.”

The next item was small enough that James simply placed it on her tongue.

“You can bite.”

Rebecca crunched down. Vinegar hit immediately and her entire face tightened.

“Pickle.”

“Correct.”

“That was horrible.”

“Very dramatic.”

“Next.”

Something fragrant approached next. Rebecca could smell chocolate before it reached her.

“You can bite this one, too.”

“How generous.”

She bit through the thin shell of chocolate and into the soft fruit beneath.

“Chocolate-covered strawberry.”

James sighed.

“Correct.”

Rebecca smiled.

“You're not very good at this.”

“I'm not the one guessing.”

“Exactly.”

Something firmer followed, crumbling against her tongue. Salty. Rich.

“Cheddar.”

James said nothing.

Rebecca frowned. “No. Parmesan.”

“Correct.”

Her fist shot triumphantly into the air. “Ha!”

“You're celebrating cheese.”

“I'm celebrating five hundred dollars.”

“Two more.”

Rebecca straightened.

“Go on, then.”

Something small landed on her tongue. Crunch. Salt. Butter.

“Popcorn.”

“Correct.”

Rebecca smiled beneath the blindfold.

By now she had almost forgotten how vulnerable she'd felt when James first tied it around her eyes. The whole ridiculous process had acquired a rhythm. James told her to open her mouth, she obeyed, something appeared on her tongue, and another five hundred dollars became hers.

Easy.

“So what's next?”

“Last one.”

Rebecca straightened a little. “Already?”

“This one's tricky.”

“You said that about the other one.”

“And you still don't know what that was.”

That shut her up.

Rebecca heard him moving somewhere in front of her, followed by the faint rustle of clothing.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting it ready.”

“That sounds ominous.”

“Tilt your head back for me.”

Rebecca did.

“A little more.”

She lifted her chin higher.

“Now open your mouth wide.”

“How big is this thing?”

“Wide, Becky.”

Her lips tightened.

“Rebecca.”

“Rebecca,” he corrected.

Satisfied, she opened her mouth.

James didn't move towards her.

Instead, his attention dropped immediately to the picture she presented.

Rebecca knelt beneath him in that absurdly short blue dress, blindfolded, head tipped obediently backwards and lips spread wide because he'd told her to. The camera had the angle Rebecca didn't: James standing over her with his jeans open, his cock exposed and already thickening while she waited for whatever she imagined he was preparing.

His hand closed around himself and began to move slowly, his eyes never leaving her.

There was nothing discreet about the way he looked at her now. No carefully polite glance followed by an immediate retreat to her face. Rebecca couldn't catch him, so James simply stared. His gaze traveled down the cleavage of her dress, over her breasts, along the little strip of bare thigh exposed beneath the hem, then returned to her upturned face.

His hand moved faster. His cock swelled visibly in his grip, thickening and stiffening until it began standing out from his body. James breathed through parted lips, watching Rebecca's open mouth as he worked himself harder.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Keep that mouth nice and wide for me.”

Rebecca's eyebrows pinched beneath the blindfold.

“What?”

“I said don't move.”

His voice sounded different. Rougher, although Rebecca couldn't have said why.

He was openly eye-fucking her now, imagining exactly what the pose suggested while his hand worked steadily over his cock. The ridiculous innocence of her expression only sharpened the contrast.

James tightened his fist and stroked from base to head.

His erection had become substantial, thick and fully exposed through his open jeans. A glossy bead of pre-cum gathered at the tip.

His eyes returned to Rebecca's breasts.

“Fuck,” he mouthed soundlessly.

His gaze dropped from her breasts to the bare thighs beneath that tiny dress, then returned to her open mouth. His jaw tightened.

Rebecca shifted slightly.

His gaze sharpened immediately.

“Stay just like that.”

She froze.

James gave himself another slow stroke, thumb passing beneath the head. The bead at his tip spread wetly beneath the movement.

Rebecca swallowed.

“You're taking an awfully long time.”

James smiled down at her.

“Almost ready.”

His hand moved several more times, brisk and purposeful now. His breathing deepened. His cock was completely hard, jutting heavily from his open jeans, the head slick with pre-cum.

Then he stopped, openly admiring the woman still kneeling before him with her mouth dutifully open.

James looked ravenous.

He stepped closer.

Something warm touched Rebecca's lower lip.

It was firm this time. Much firmer than the strange fleshy sample from earlier, yet there was something oddly familiar about the smooth skin and warmth of it.

James pressed the head of his cock onto her tongue.

Rebecca frowned. Warm. Slightly salty. There was something else there too, a tiny slickness she couldn't identify, almost tasteless but not quite.

James exhaled.

“Anything?”

Rebecca considered.

“No.”

His hand settled against the back of her head.

“Keep your mouth open.”

She did.

James pushed his cock between her lips.

Rebecca's eyebrows lifted.

It was considerably larger than she'd expected. Her lips stretched around its thickness as James eased forward, then withdrew before pushing into her mouth again.

She tried to concentrate on the taste.

That became considerably more difficult when his hand tightened gently behind her head.

She could smell James much more strongly now, too. The same aftershave she'd noticed when they kissed that morning, except closer, mixed with the warmer scent of skin.

Why is he standing so close?

James began using her mouth in earnest.

He pushed forward, withdrew, then thrust between her lips again, establishing a steady rhythm while Rebecca remained on her knees beneath him.

The camera caught everything.

Rebecca experienced something considerably more confusing.

Every time she thought she had enough time to examine the strange sample properly, James pulled it away again. Then it returned, sliding across her tongue and filling her mouth until she had to concentrate more on breathing than guessing.

Something brushed lightly against the tip of her nose on the next pass.

Rebecca flinched.

That was strange. Whatever James was holding, his hand had to be practically against her face.

Her hands tightened upon her thighs.

How am I supposed to taste it if he won't keep it still?

Rebecca finally planted one hand against his thigh and pushed herself backwards.

“Wait.”

James stopped.

She swallowed and took a breath.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“For one thing, why are you holding my head?”

James hesitated. “It helps.”

“How?”

“Keeps you in the right position.”

Rebecca's mouth tightened. She held her hands out flatly in front of herself, then moved them forward and back.

“And why are you doing that? Moving it in and out like that?”

“It helps you taste it.”

“No, it doesn't. It gives me approximately half a second before you shove it back in again.”

James considered that.

“It's why this one is so tricky.”

Rebecca frowned beneath the blindfold.

“That doesn't make any sense.”

“Open.”

Her lips pursed.

“You're being very strange about this one.”

“Do you want the five hundred dollars?”

That was unfair.

Rebecca sighed and opened her mouth again.

“Fine. But give me a chance to actually taste it.”

“I'll try.”

Something warm settled against her tongue again.

Rebecca concentrated fiercely, determined to solve the stupid thing before James could start moving it around.

She got perhaps two seconds.

Then his hand tightened behind her head.

James pushed deeper.

Rebecca made a muffled noise.

His hand remained firmly behind her head, controlling the movement as he fucked her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed around his cock. Her lips became wet. Her eyes watered uselessly beneath the blindfold when he pushed far enough to trigger her gag reflex.

James immediately drew back.

His hand replaced her mouth.

James pumped his cock hard while Rebecca sucked in air beneath him, fist working rapidly over the wet shaft as though even a few seconds without her mouth required compensation. His eyes remained fixed on her.

Rebecca coughed softly into her hand.

James's gaze dropped shamelessly over her cleavage, then farther down to the little dress bunched around her thighs.

Fucking slut, he mouthed silently, pumping himself faster.

Then Rebecca lifted her face towards him, listening.

James's hand slowed.

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

She swallowed.

“Although you're making this unnecessarily difficult.”

Rebecca reached towards the blindfold. “You know what? I give up.”

James's hand stopped. “Hey. Don't do that.”

Her fingers found its edge. “James, I haven't got the faintest idea what it is.”

She started lifting it.

“Wait. If you quit the round, you forfeit the five hundred dollars for this one.”

“And you genuinely think I can get this?”

James looked down at her. “Yes.”

She considered that for a moment, then sighed.

“Fine. But you're going to have to help me.”

James's expression changed.

“I can do that.”

Rebecca immediately became suspicious.

“Properly.”

“Of course.”

“Because whatever you were doing before wasn't helping.”

“Understood.”

She settled back onto her heels. “Alright. What do I do?”

James's hand closed around himself again. “Try something else.”

“What?”

“Stick your tongue out and I'll rub it on there.”

Rebecca frowned.

“That'll help?”

James looked at her mouth.

“Definitely.”

She didn't particularly trust the confidence in his voice, but she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

James's cock hovered immediately above it.

Rebecca waited.

Then the broad head settled against her tongue.

James slowly rubbed himself across it.

His restraint lasted perhaps two seconds.

Seeing Rebecca's tongue beneath him seemed to destroy what remained of it. He dragged the slick head across her again, watching the pre-cum smear over her tongue, then lifted his cock and slapped it lightly against her.

Once.

Again.

His fist closed around the base.

Fuck, look at that mouth.

Rebecca's brow knitted in concentration.

James stared at her as though she were performing for him deliberately rather than attempting to solve a particularly confusing taste test.

The texture was easier to examine like this. Smooth skin dragged warmly over her tongue, leaving behind a faint salty slickness. James drew the head backwards, then forward again, deliberately painting the bead of pre-cum across her tongue.

Rebecca tasted it.

Still nothing she recognized.

Rebecca's expression became increasingly baffled.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

He slapped the thick head lightly against her tongue again.

Rebecca pulled a face.

“This isn't helping.”

“It might.”

“How?”

James rubbed the underside of his cock slowly along her extended tongue.

Rebecca tried to follow the sensation analytically.

Warm. Fleshy. Salty.

That irritating familiarity remained.

She finally pulled it back into her mouth.

“I have absolutely no idea.”

“You're terrible at this.”

Rebecca's jaw dropped.

“I've gotten nearly everything right!”

“Not this.”

“Because you're behaving strangely with it!”

James laughed.

The moment Rebecca withdrew her tongue, his fist returned to his cock.

He pumped himself rapidly several times, staring at the wet head in his hand before looking back at Rebecca's mouth.

Come on, he mouthed. Open that fucking mouth.

Rebecca heard movement in front of her.

“Open.”

She obeyed.

James immediately stopped stroking himself and stepped forward.

His cock slipped straight back between her lips.

This time James wasted little time establishing the rhythm. His hand returned behind her head and he began fucking her mouth again, harder than before.

Rebecca made a surprised sound as James withdrew almost completely, then pushed back in. Her head moved with his hand now, his hips and her mouth finding a crude rhythm together.

James stared down at her with increasingly vacant concentration. Whatever professional distance he'd maintained earlier was gone. His free hand flexed uselessly at his side while the other controlled the back of Rebecca's head.

Yeah. Take it.

His lips moved silently with every thrust.

That's it.

Rebecca, entirely unaware of the running commentary, was concentrating on breathing through her nose.

He pushed deeper until her throat tightened, then backed off just enough.

“Breathe through your nose.”

Rebecca did.

“There you go.”

He pushed into her mouth again.

Her lips were thoroughly wet now. Saliva gathered around them with every movement, and whenever James withdrew, a thin shine remained across his cock before disappearing between her lips again.

Rebecca's cheeks burned.

Whatever this was, the camera was undoubtedly getting an absolutely ridiculous picture of her.

James's breathing had become noticeably heavier. When he finally gave her enough room, Rebecca pulled back.

“Why are you breathing like that?”

His fist wrapped around himself again and began moving.

“Effort.”

Rebecca's frown deepened.

There was something profoundly strange about all of this.

“What exactly are you doing?”

James's hand stopped.

“Nothing.”

“That didn't sound like nothing.”

“Concentrate on the taste.”

Rebecca tilted her head towards him.

“It's not even in my mouth.”

“You're right. Open up.”

She reluctantly obeyed.

Before he continued, he paused.

“This one has a filling.”

Rebecca's eyebrows rose.

“A filling?”

“Yep.”

Finally, something useful. Rebecca considered it seriously. Warm exterior. Soft skin. Strange salty taste. Something inside.

Her brow furrowed.

“Is it some kind of foreign doughnut?”

James stared at her.

“What?” Rebecca asked, unable to see his expression.

“Nothing.”

“There are savory doughnuts.”

James's fist continued working rapidly over his cock.

“I'm sure there are.”

“I've seen them on television.”

James was visibly struggling not to laugh.

“Well, you said it has a filling!”

“It does.”

“What kind?”

“That would be giving away the answer.”

“Oh, for goodness' sake.”

James stared at her for another moment while his hand continued moving.

He was breathing openly now, chest rising and falling, eyes fixed on Rebecca as though nothing else in the room existed.

I'm going to fucking fill that mouth, he mouthed.

Rebecca waited patiently for another clue.

James swallowed and forced his voice back under control.

“Open really wide for me.”

Rebecca sighed, tipped her head farther backwards and opened as wide as she could.

James stared into her open mouth.

“Perfect.”

His cock slid inside again.

Rebecca concentrated determinedly.

If there really was a filling, perhaps that would finally tell her what the stupid thing was.

James's hand tightened behind her head.

He began thrusting again.

Rebecca's lips stretched around him as he used her mouth, her breathing quickening through her nose. She could feel the rhythm becoming faster, less measured. James's restraint was disappearing with it.

One thrust went deeper than the others.

Rebecca immediately pressed both hands against his thighs and forced herself backwards.

James stopped.

She coughed once and swallowed.

“Not that far.”

James looked down at her.

Rebecca pointed sternly in approximately the direction of his chest.

“You can do whatever ridiculous thing you're doing, but I don't have taste buds in my throat.”

“Got it.”

“I'm serious.”

“I know.”

She lowered her hand. “Good.”

James waited.

“Ready?”

Rebecca drew a breath through her nose. “Yes.”

James resumed more carefully at first.

Then his restraint broke.

His hand tightened behind her head and the rhythm became rougher, his breathing ragged above her. He stared down at Rebecca's mouth around him, lips moving soundlessly again.

Fuck. Fuck. That's it.

Rebecca heard the low sounds escaping him but had no idea what they meant.

Something was changing.

James pushed forward, drew back, then thrust into her mouth again. His cock pulsed against her tongue, and Rebecca froze as warm liquid suddenly spilled into her mouth.

Her eyes widened beneath the blindfold.

Oh!

Another pulse followed, then another, James groaning above her as more of the warm liquid filled her mouth.

Rebecca remained perfectly still.

So that was the filling.

She tasted cautiously.

Warm. Salty. Thick enough to coat her tongue, completely unlike anything she'd expected from a taste test.

James finally withdrew, and Rebecca closed her mouth automatically.

For several seconds she sat in silence, concentrating on the unfamiliar taste. Then she swallowed and licked experimentally at the corner of her mouth, brow furrowing.

Her throat felt a little scratchy when she swallowed.

Well, that was James's fault.

“Well,” she said.

James was still breathing heavily. “Well?”

Rebecca tilted her blindfolded face towards him.

“I don't think it's a doughnut.”