“Like is not the word I would use right now.”

“What word would you use?”

“Lick,” he said and buried his head between her legs. She gasped as his tongue went into her vagina, a good gasp and one of pleasant surprise. Thorny sat on his knees and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. He thrust his tongue in and out of her. Nora placed her hand gently on the back of his head as she pushed her pelvis against his mouth in small quick pulses. The pressure coiled inside her like a spring twisting and tightening. Thorny’s head lowered and rose as he licked every part of her, her vulva and labia, her clitoris, passing his tongue over and into her with incredible skill and enthusiasm. The man clearly loved his work as much as she loved hers. He didn’t let her come, however. He stopped and kissed her inner thigh as he reached out and picked up the camera.

“You wouldn’t,” she said.

“Oh, yes I would.” He grinned at her over her thigh. “Touch yourself.”

“Is that an order?”

“Absolutely.”

“Should I call you ‘sir’?”

“I had to call my dad ‘sir.’ How about you call me... Mister Thorny?”

“Yes, Mister Thorny.” She winked at him as she moved her hand between her legs. “Any special requests, Mister Thorny?”

“Spread wider.”

“If I spread any wider you’ll be able to read my thoughts.”

“Like an open book,” he said, using his elbows to nudge her thighs wider.

“Pull back your clit hood. Your ring is obstructing my view,” Thorny said as he adjusted the settings on the camera.

“That ring was a Valentine’s Day gift, I’ll have you know.”

“Gift or not, it’s in the way of your clit and my pictures.”

Nora laughed and lightly tugged on the ring to retract the hood of skin over the swollen bud of her clitoris.

“Beautiful,” Thorny said, snapping a very intimate close-up. “Now the labia nice and wide. Use both hands.”

“Are we sending these pics to Hustler or the American Medical Journal of Gynecology?”

“Pretty sure they’re the same thing.” With the comfort of a man who made his money having sex with rich women for a living, he stripped out of his clothes without any further ado. Everything he did was a pleasure to watch—rolling on the condom, covering himself with a layer of lube, sliding his slick fingers into her and opening her up with his hand. Even wiping his hands clean on a tissue he did with a certain sexual aplomb. His casual confidence in the bedroom reminded her of someone. Oh, yes. It reminded her of her.

Thorny positioned himself at the entrance of her body and paused long enough to pick up the camera.

“Now what are you doing, Mister Thorny?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“This camera has a video setting. Let’s make some porn.” He aimed the camera down and eased inside her. Nora’s head fell back as he entered her completely. She’d been wet and wanting him for hours.

“Feel good?” Thorny asked as he moved in her with long sure stokes.

“So good...”

“You like being fucked, don’t you?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Thorny chuckled softly. “Good answer to a stupid question.”

“I usually do the fucking,” she said. “Nice to let someone else be in charge every now and then.”

“Who do you fuck?” Thorny asked as he moved the camera closer to her face and then back to their joined bodies.

“I fucked a college sophomore recently. Last week.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Boy.”

“Ever fuck an underage boy?”

“Yes.”

“Do you ever fuck girls?”

“I have. I do.”

“Client?”

“One is. The only client I fuck. I mean, other than you,” she said, smiling up at him. A lie. She fucked Kingsley, too, but Thorny didn’t need to know that.

“Do you fuck her with her strap-on?”

“Sometimes,” Nora said. “Sometimes a vibrator. Sometimes just my fingers. Sometimes I tie her up and have men fuck her while I supervise.”

“I shouldn’t ask these questions,” Thorny said.

“It’s not a breach of confidentiality if I don’t tell you who the client is.” She put her hands behind her head and relaxed as Thorny used his free hand to unbutton her blouse, unhook her bra in the front and bare her breasts.

“No, I mean I’m going to come immediately if you don’t stop talking about fucking girls.”

“Do you always talk this much when you fuck?”

“I do when I’m trying to keep myself from coming. I want to stay hard inside you for a very long time.”

“We could talk about the men I fuck.”

“Boring.”

Nora laughed. “Not to me...”

“Fine,” Thorny said, setting the camera on the nightstand and angling it to record the two of them together. “Who’s the most interesting person you ever fucked? I mean, other than the Catholic priest. You are still fucking him, aren’t you?”

“Occasionally. What about you? Who’s the most interesting person you’ve fucked?”

“A green-eyed dominatrix switch with the sexiest tits on the planet.”

Thorny bent low and sucked her nipples again. Her breasts felt heavy and full in his hands, sensitive in his mouth. She started to put her arms around him but he stopped her, grabbing her wrists and pushing them into the bed by her head.

“Told you—I’m in charge,” Thorny said. “I better tie your hands down. Otherwise you’re going to keep trying to take over.”

“Switches are known to do that,” she admitted.

Thorny pulled out of her and grabbed the discarded wrist cuffs off the floor. He found a snap hook in her toy bag, and Nora allowed Thorny to put the cuffs on her wrists and hook her to one of the metal slats.

“There. That’s better.” He mounted her again and entered her, pausing once he’d fully penetrated her to adjust the camera. “How does my cock feel in you?”

“Wonderful. You should keep it in me all night, Mister Thorny. Or is that not part of the Boyfriend Experience?”

“Fucking you all night is part of the Boyfriend Experience. If you want me to fuck you only once and then fall asleep five seconds after, that’s the Husband Experience.”

Thorny lowered himself onto her and kissed her mouth, hard and deep, before sitting up on his knees again between her thighs. Her body temperature rose inside and out. Thorny bore down on her, his hands on her waist, working her body up and down on his cock. No wonder women paid him thousands for a night with him. They paid him for the same reason they paid their hairstylists hundreds of dollars for a cut and color and their interior decorators thousands of dollars to give their home panache—they knew they deserved the best and they were more than happy to pay to get it. And Thorny was the best money could buy.

Thorny grasped her breasts in both hands and drove into her. The breath went out of her as he rammed into her almost cruelly.

“Yes...” She sighed.

“You give all the time,” he said, fucking her wildly. “Time to take.”

And she took it, every inch of him, hard and brutal, deep and punishing. The sex had turned to animal rutting where both of them were past the point of controlling what they did and said. Nora lifted her hips up and against him, digging her heels into the bed, so wet and open she felt fluid rushing out of her onto her thighs. And Thorny pounded her to the point of pain and beyond which was where she wanted to be. She felt her body rising off the bed, her head swimming, her vagina pulsing and clenching and contracting, and then the final explosion as every muscle quivered and every nerve fired. Her back bowed from the force of the orgasm and when she came down from the high she heard Thorny give a quiet grunt before he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his back, needing to feel closer to him. He nuzzled her ear, gave her a few gentle kisses and unhooked her hands.

“So that was the Boyfriend Experience?” Nora sat up and winced. He’d fucked her so hard and deep she probably needed an hour or two before they went at it again. Not that she was complaining.