High Stakes

Marie held Jenkins’ gaze without blinking. On the outside, she looked composed. Inside, her pulse was hammering hard enough to make her ribs ache.

She knew one thing with absolute certainty: if she backed down now, she was done.

So she stayed exactly where she was, shoulders squared, expression carefully calibrated — not submissive, not provocative. Just confident enough to keep him leaning forward.

He’s already halfway into the trap. Don’t lose your nerve now.

“I understand perfectly well,” she said evenly, “that diplomacy sometimes requires more than policy papers and carefully worded vanities.” A small smile tugged at her mouth. “Maybe I should give you a preview of how cooperative I’m willing to be.”

Jenkins studied her in silence. His eyes moved across her face like he was trying to decide whether she was bluffing or dangerously serious.

“So,” he said at last, “you’re offering me a personal incentive in exchange for remaining part of the delegation.”

He leaned back deeper into his chair, spreading his legs slightly as he spoke. The gesture wasn’t subtle. Neither was the implication.

Marie nearly rolled her eyes.

Fantastic. “Preview.” Great choice of words.

You walked yourself right into this.

Tension crept into the back of her neck. This was it. No graceful exit. No safe middle ground.

She stood and moved around the desk until she was standing close to him.

Very close.

“Would you prefer a demonstration?” she asked softly.

Jenkins’ expression sharpened with interest.

Inside her head, one voice practically screamed.

You’ve lost your mind.

Another answered immediately, calmer, colder.

Or maybe you finally figured out the only language this country respects.

Terrible idea, the first voice shot back.

“By all means,” Jenkins said. “Words are cheap unless you’re prepared to prove you mean them.”

He reclined even farther now, no trace of diplomacy left in his smile. This wasn’t political anymore. It was personal. Predatory.

And suddenly Marie understood something about him with perfect clarity:

Power turned him on.

She slipped off her jacket.

Then slowly lifted the hem of her skirt.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees, slid under the table. Between his legs.

The massive bulge in his pants was impossible to miss.

What are you doing here?

Marie ignored her inner voice. Either she went through with this now, or her mission in America 2075 would be over before it had even really begun.

She had to—no, she wanted to stay part of the delegation at all costs.

The zipper caught a little, but she **** herself to stay calm and open it carefully. The scent of musk wafted toward her. She held her breath.

The penis that sprang out at her was circumcised. The glans gleamed a dark red. Almost aggressive.

Before her doubts could get the better of her, Marie swallowed and moistened her lips. Then she took him in.

Jenkins exhaled sharply as his hard cock slid deep into her throat.

Marie wasn’t inexperienced. She knew exactly how to control pace, rhythm, anticipation. And as the seconds stretched on, she realized something unexpected:

He thought he was dominating her.

But she was the one deciding how far this went.

That realization hit her harder than attraction ever could.

Not because she enjoyed humiliation. Not because Jenkins suddenly became desirable.

But because she could feel the balance shifting beneath the surface.

She controlled whether he lost composure.

How much.

How fast.

And that power rush lit something reckless inside her.

Jenkins’ breathing grew rougher.

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath.

Cool air brushed against her skin, and only then did Marie realize how intensely her own body was reacting to the moment. Just how wet she was. Her heartbeat was wild now, adrenaline and something darker tangled together so tightly she couldn’t separate them anymore.

Still, she didn’t stop.

Jenkins clawed at the tabletop and thrust his hips forward.

There he came.

Grunting.

Twitching.

Marie grinned inwardly, sucking and licking away until there was no more to come.

A few seconds later, she leaned back, looking up at him with a calm she absolutely did not feel.

Inside, though, she was smiling.

Score one for me.