Yes

Dan looked up at her, his eyes hopeful. "Yeah," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'd like that."

With a smirk, Tiffany disappeared into her bedroom, leaving him to stew in his guilt and anticipation. She emerged a few minutes later with a DVD case in hand, the title written in bold letters: "The Submissive Stud." She slid it into the player without a word and took her seat beside him on the couch, her body tense and her eyes glued to the screen.

The film began with a beautiful woman, much like Tiffany herself, giving orders to a well-built man. He obeyed her every whim without hesitation, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and submission. As the scene unfolded, Tiffany felt the heat between her legs grow stronger.

Her eyes never left the screen as she reached for Dan's hand, placing it firmly on her thigh. "Lick me," she whispered, her voice low and demanding. "I want to see if you can make me cum like she does."

Dan's eyes widened, and he looked from Tiffany to the TV, his mind racing. He could feel the warmth of her skin through her dress, and the way she leaned into him sent a jolt of desire through his body. He swallowed hard, his cock thickening in his pants. He leaned down, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment, and then he obeyed, his tongue sliding between her pussy.

Her legs spread wider, giving him full access to her wetness. He licked and sucked, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as the man in the movie. Tiffany's breath hitched as she watched the screen, her eyes glazed with desire. She could feel herself getting closer, her body responding to the skilled movements of his mouth.

It had been so long since she had felt this way. Her past lovers had always been clumsy, their efforts at oral sex lackluster at best. They had never managed to make her cum, leaving her frustrated and feeling like there was something wrong with her. But with Dan, it was different. He took his time, his tongue exploring every inch of her, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside her.

"Fuck," she moaned, her hips bucking as his tongue found her clit. She bit her lip, the pain mixing with the pleasure.

Her eyes drifted shut, and she whispered, "Dan," his name a plea on her lips. The sound of his name seemed to drive him wild, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder.

Tiffany felt the pressure build, her body tensing as she approached climax. She bit her lip again.

"Dan," she moaned, her voice thick with need.

The sound of her own voice, the feel of his mouth on her, it was too much. Her hips bucked again, pushing his face harder against her as she neared the edge. And just as she was about to shatter into a million pieces, she felt his hand slip into her, his fingers fucking her.

Her eyes snapped open, and she moaned his name again, this time louder. "Dan!" Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now, her body writhing under his ministrations.

And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her hips bucking as she rode the waves of pleasure. The room was filled with the sound of her cries, and Dan's muffled grunts as he ate her out like it was the sweetest fruit he'd ever tasted. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling back in her head, as the intensity of her climax overwhelmed her.

When she finally came down, her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving. She looked over at Dan, his face glistening with her juices, and felt a strange mix of emotions. She hadn't planned on this, on letting him touch her, but it had happened.

With a sigh, she pushed him away gently. "Dan, you can leave now," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

Dan looked up at her, his eyes glazed with passion and confusion. "But Tiff..." he began, his voice trailing off.

Tiffany cut him off with a firm look. "You're still not off the hook," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Remember what I said. If you want to stay in this, you play by my rules."

Dan nodded, his mind racing as he pulled his hand away from her, his shirt sticking to his chest with sweat. He hadn't even taken off his shoes, let alone any other clothing. He felt a mix of rejection and relief, his cock still straining against his pants.

He stood up, his legs shaky, and made his way to the door. As he stepped into the hallway, he almost collided with Chloe.

Her eyes were wide, filled with fear and excitement. She had been listening at the door, and the sounds of Tiffany's pleasure had driven her wild. "What happened?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

Dan didn't meet her gaze as he shuffled past, his face flushed and his pants tented. "I'm not supposed to talk to you," he mumbled, his voice tight with unspoken longing. "Tiffany said..."