And so he does.

He really unleashes on my mouth this time. I drift into a blissful sea of ecstatic servitude.

Then he explodes in my mouth with a grunt and an “Oh God!”

Oh God definitely.

It’s like a volcano, cum erupting everywhere. It flows down the back of my throat, out of my mouth, through my nose.

Yep, I’m a cum slut. And I love it.

A few more thrusts and he’s done and out, the monster flopping around with a little extra nectar dribbling down in a long rope.

I dive at it, sucking it into my mouth, allowing it to dance between my teeth.

“Gah!” I say, covered in a white sheen. I choke and cough a little again, the sweetest choke and cough I have ever known.

“You are amazing,” he says, again looking down at me with . . . that look. Like he recognizes me.

Then, he zips up. My reward is gone. I miss it already. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief. It has the moniker “1716” inside a little circle woven into it. That looks familiar. Where have I seen that before?

I take it and wipe my face.

“Up,” he says. “You have now had your reward. It is time for mine.”

God, this man is perplexing. Most guys would consider a blowjob the ultimate reward. But this man reverses that on me.

That was indeed truly my reward, though. I can get off anytime I want. Can’t suck the cock of a man like this anytime I want, though.

What does he have in mind for his reward?

It doesn’t matter. I will do whatever he commands.

He takes the transmitter out of his pocket and turns it back on. I hear the click in my ear as the red light comes on.

“Test,” he whispers. “Did you hear that? Answer freely.”

“Yes. Loud and clear.”

“Good.”

“Now walk out the same way you came in. Take a left down the street and head toward the water.”

Again, I do as I’m told.

Chapter 15

The streets are alive with people celebrating. It seems to have kicked up a notch since I was out here last. The jungle drums beat in a steady rhythm.

“Go down to the dock,” he says in my ear.

There is a large crowd assembled by the dock. Three makeshift stages have been set up.

On the first is a magician in a shiny purple suit. He is making things appear and disappear, including his large-breasted blonde assistant who he seems to wrap in foil, then scrunches up the foil into a little ball. Then, she comes running up to the stage from near me.

On the center stage is a woman with braided auburn hair and a long flowing dress playing a harp. While I’m not a big harp music fan, she’s got quite a thing going with rhythm and tempo. It’s kind of amazing, actually.

On the third stage are two very muscular guys painted silver. One kneels on one leg with his arm resting on his thigh. The other takes his hand and then proceeds to do a handstand on the other guy’s hand.

Wow, that’s a lot of bulging muscles. They hold that pause way too long for mortals. Yikes.

The magician is wrapping up, bowing to the applauding audience.

“Jump up onto the first stage,” says Lukas in the earpiece.

He wants me to what?

But I don’t hesitate. I’m here to follow commands.

As soon as the magician and his assistant are onto the pavement with their cases, I’m up on the first stage.

Apparently, someone else had been waiting for it and shouts, “Hey, I was next!”

“Now dance for me,” says Lukas. “Just like you did in front of the house.”

I strike a pose to start, and the crowd gets very intense around me. The guy who was supposed to be next is still shouting, but orders are orders. I have to do what Lukas Thorn tells me.

I begin my seductive dance, not quite sure where he is. It doesn’t take long, though, to pick out the white flowing shirt next to a short bald man with a plump woman in a big yellow hat.

I lock eyes with him. Same mildly amused half-smile. Damn that man.

I kick my dance up to “full stripper,” even though I have nothing to strip. I wonder if anyone can tell. A quick glance to the faces around me, including the sudden migration of guys, confirms that yes they can.

This should be disturbing to me, but I’m excited to be naked in front of this crowd.

I see the guy who was going to use the stage walking away to my left. Buh-bye.

I stick my ass out in a move the choreographer showed me, then glance over at Lukas. He seems to like that. His smile is a little more pronounced.

I’ll get you to smile big, buddy!

Then I’m into a gyrating routine that causes the woman in the yellow hat to shout, “Oh my! Let’s go!” as she drags her poor husband away.

Lukas Thorn’s eyes are transfixed on me as I attempt a move that it took me three days to master. A short leap, a half-handstand, and onto my back with my legs tucked up to my chin in a tight little spin.

If I time it correctly, my pussy and asshole should be open and on display directed straight at him, even though they’ve been disguised well. Although, I think even the great Karl Werz isn’t going to be able to hide the fact that I’m naked when I’m in that tight fetal position on my back.

As I stop spinning, my face is aligned with my crotch to his face perfectly. From my viewpoint, his chin rests on my pussy.

As it should.

Then, I leap up to applause and take a bow.

“This is my reward,” says Lukas Thorn. “Watching you dance like this for me is greater than any pleasure I could ever know.”

Next thing I know, there’s a whistle being blown and the crowd is parting.

Uh-oh.

It’s those British police officers with their little sticks. They’re being led by the guy who was supposed to occupy the stage right now.

If I weren’t committing a lewd act in public, I would laugh.

However, I don’t really want to go to jail. Especially a non-American jail.

I glare at Lukas. He’s taking it all in, the smile gone.

Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit. What do I do?

Lukas looks directly at me and speaks into the transmitter. “Take a deep breath and hold it,” he says. “Fill your lungs with air and hold your breath.”

I do as I’m told just in time, finishing my inhale as I see a big white flowing blur heading toward me. Oh shit, it’s Lukas. He leaps up and crashes into me, propelling me into the air backwards, over the dock wall behind me and into the water.

Chapter 16

My senses explode from the impact of being on stage in front of a crowd one second, then submerged into seawater the next.

Just like that night on Miami Beach two weeks ago, I’m lifted from behind again, this time a hand across my face. I’m dragged upward into the air.

“I got you,” says Lukas. “Take another deep breath.”

I inhale, and then he plunges us down and backward into the water again.

I feel myself dragged, then raised above the water line again.

I breathe and open my eyes.

We’re alongside the dock wall, holding on to wooden pylons. I can hear people above us.

“Come back up here!” says a voice in a British accent. “This is the police!”

Lukas, his hair magnificently wet, smiles at me totally unfazed. He removes his white shirt and lets it drift away in the water.

Oh God, his muscles are amazing!

“Are you a good swimmer?” he says.

“Like a fish.”

“Good. That boat.” He motions to a cabin cruiser moored about a hundred yards away. “Let’s get under it without coming up for air. Ready?”

I nod.

We both hold our breath and go down.

I swim my heart out toward the boat, the flickering shadow of Lukas beside me in the dim underwater light.

In a few seconds, we’re at the boat. I’m about to stick my head above the surface, but he grabs my hand and pulls me under the boat to the other side.