I hover outside of Tracy’s office.

When she finally wanders over with a mug of coffee, she looks up at me with a shocked expression.

“Madrigal?” she asks. “Was there something wrong with your order, or—”

“It’s not about that,” I snap. “It’s about... the other thing.”

“Oh,” Tracy says, giving me a knowing look. Her cheeks reddening.

“Yeah,” I say, pointing to her cheeks. “I thought he’d have loosened you up enough that you could tell me—”

“Shh!” Tracy snaps, almost spilling her coffee as she grabs my arm. “Come in here.”

She drags me into her office, shuts the door behind us, and slides a chair out for me.

“If I talk to you about this again, you have to order another shipment from me.”

“I haven’t even moved half of—”

“Promise,” she says.

“Fine,” I say. “I promise. Now tell me everything. Were you with Dominick?”

She shakes her head. “No, Stavros.”

“Jesus,” I say. “So your kid is…”

“Yes,” she says. “He’s the father.”

“It really worked?” I ask. “I just can’t believe…”

She leans in toward me and grabs me by the arm. “Look, Maddie, I know what you’re feeling. You got into this because you wanted a baby, but now, now you are just thinking about how good the sex is. You can’t get him off your mind, and you feel like you’re betraying the real reason you did this in the first place, like you’re betraying your future child. Right?”

I nod a little too enthusiastically.

“That means it’s working,” she says. “That’s how the ‘block’ is cleared. Once you can really let go, that’s when everything gets fixed.”

“How long?” I ask.

Tracy laughs and shakes her head. “He knocked me up the first time.”

“The first…”

“We didn’t... do it... for our first few sessions, he worked me loose with... other methods. But the first time we actually did it, that was it. He’d cleared the block just like that.”

I feel a sense of horrible dread coupled with relief. Why do…

“You’re feeling disappointed, aren’t you? That you might only get to be with him like that one or two times? Keep your head in the game, Maddie, you’re getting your baby. That’s what this is for.”

“I didn’t,” I say, sounding suddenly too defensive. “I wasn't thinking of that at all.”

She sips her coffee, then waves a hand at me. “Sure you weren’t. It’s fine to admit it. Every women wants sex that good, but just remember it’s a means to an end.”

I nod, but I start to feel hollow inside. How can a man with such... abilities... be nothing more than a tool. He must be more than that.

“You’ve only met once, right?” she asks.

I nod.

“He’s going to make you sign a contract soon. You’ll waive any right to acknowledge him as the father. You’ll agree that he’s gone as soon as you’re knocked up. That’s how it works.”

I suck in air as if I’d just been told my dog died.

“Naturally,” I say. “I mean, that’s similar to what I’d be getting at the sperm bank.”

Tracy nods. “This is a lot more fun though, so enjoy the ride while you can.”

* * *

I’m supposed to be feeling more relaxed after Dominick made me cum, but I find myself so worked up thinking about when he’s going to contact me again—what his next order will be—that I can’t focus on work at all.

I also can’t believe I promised Tracy another full order for that little chit-chat. That’s going to cost me.

I decide to go shopping to relieve stress. I buy some new outfits, imagining which one I’m going to wear the next time Dominick calls for me.

I never thought I’d be into something like cumming in public, but every time I think back on it I get wet. He was right there next to me too, so it was like our little secret. And he controlled it. His hand on my thigh had such a powerful effect that I can barely imagine his hand touching me directly. His fingers grazed me for that brief moment, giving me a taste.

For this whole thing to work, he’ll have to fuck me. I have that to look forward to, even if it’s only one time like it was for Tracy. One time and she was pregnant. That means they must not fuck you too often. She’d have needed at least a week to have known she was pregnant…

My phone vibrates, and I fumble for it in my purse.

I look at the screen, and my stomach flutters when I see that it’s Dominick texting me. The man doesn’t seem to like actually calling.

You there?

I type a response as fast as I can. I’m still standing in my underwear between trying on outfits, but Dominick demands my full and immediate attention.

Yes. I respond.

I’m going to ask you a question. You need to answer 100% truthfully. And within 30 seconds.

Ok. I won’t lie.

My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for him to ask me his question. Is he going to ask me what I want him to do to me next? Is he going to try to embarrass me?

The phone vibrates, and I read his message straight away.

In the coffee shop, what part of it turned you on the most? Pick one single thing.

My mind races. So many little things turned me on. His strong hand on my body. The control he had over me. The intimate sensation contrasted with such a public place, the…

I find my fingers typing. The shame.

I hit send before I can second-guess myself. I watch the screen enraptured, as if his response is going to reveal to me the meaning of life.

I stand and wait, and I wait. Six or seven minutes pass by, but he doesn’t respond.

I risk another message. Dominick?

My phone vibrates again, and his response is simply an address. No time is given, just the address.

I assume it’s an order, and I put my clothes back on, quickly buy everything I’ve decided fits me and looks good, and I rush to the address.

* * *

It’s just a townhouse. It looks non-descript, and I wonder if Dominick lives here. He’s asking me to come to his place, and... and what?

I ring the buzzer, and shortly after the door buzzes and the lock clicks. I push the door open and walk inside.

My phone vibrates with another text. Go upstairs.

I look around and see a hallway that leads into a kitchen and in front of me is a narrow, wooden stairway.

Obeying Dominick, I grab the handrail and climb the stairs.

There’s another hallway upstairs, with shut doors on both sides. Near the end, one door is hanging open. I walk toward it and peek inside.

There’s a bed inside with a dresser, a chair, and some framed paintings. The bed is neatly made, and there are two pillows. I step inside and notice that there’s a very large mirror built into the wall.

The phone vibrates again. Say hi, Madrigal, wave to the mirror.

I look up at the mirror and realize how weird it is for a mirror to be built in rather than hanging. It must be a one-way mirror. He’s looking right at me on the other side of the wall.

I wave and smile, blood rushing to my cheeks.

The phone goes off. Make yourself cum for me.

I look around nervously. I usually have trouble cumming on my own. Sometimes it takes hours and nothing happens. Then I remember that Dominick is watching me, and that changes things.

I start to reach down to my belt and pull at it. I throw my phone onto the bed with the screen facing up in case he has further orders. It remains black. I know what I need to do for him now.

I slide my belt off and move toward the mirror. I study myself in it, and I wish I’d worn something sexier. I’m wearing tight jeans which hug my ass, but my shirt is nothing special. I undo the top three buttons to show some cleavage, and I smile into the mirror.

Then I notice there’s a little speaker just below it. So he can hear me? Good.

“Can you hear me?” I ask.

Silence.

I frown a little, but then realize that he’s not going to talk through the speaker. Maybe it’s one-way too. Why would you go to the trouble of setting up a one-way mirror and then ruin it all with a two-way speaker?

I cup my breasts as I look at him. I feel brazen for doing it, and I realize suddenly that Dominick has never come close to even seeing me naked.

That makes me feel more shy and reserved. I don’t want him to see me naked for the first time through a wall like this, I want him to peel my clothes off my body. No, rip them off me.

So I leave my shirt on, and I step back toward the bed. I lie back onto the bed, and I simply unbutton my jeans without removing them. I stick my hand down my panties and press two fingers against my lips. I’m wet already, but the “block” that I never even knew I had a few days ago feels suddenly like a physical presence. Like an immovable mountain sitting between me and everything I want.

How can I cum with that thing in the way?

I wait for Dominick to text me new orders, but the phone remains lifeless beside me.

I start to finger myself as I wait for further orders. I run my fingers up and down my outer lips, letting the wet juices coat my skin and spread the lubrication.

I keep up a slow back-and-forth rubbing with my hand down my panties, and I find my hand reaching up and squeezing my breast through my shirt and bra. A rush goes through me when I remember that Dominick is watching me.

I decide I want to tempt him and frustrate him. I want to force him to order me to remove my clothes. I squeeze my breast harder as I rub with more intensity and speed. I increase the pressure as I begin to finger my swelling clit.

It starts to feel good, but the mountain feels like it grows taller within me. I know this feeling, and I know that cumming will not be easy.

I flick my clit and buck my hips up, my tight jeans squeezing my thighs and ass. Dominick must be able to see my ass jiggle as I fall back to the bed. He’s looking at me from the side, and each time I look over my left shoulder, I know I’m looking right at him.

I rub my clit until it starts to feel raw. I cycle between light pressure and harder pressure, and the physical sensation builds up and intensifies, but the longer I go without feeling any hint of orgasm, the more the “block” becomes noticeable to me. The harder it becomes to surmount.

After forty-five minutes of futility, I shout. “Dammit!”

I hope my frustration will prompt something from Dominick. Some order that will help me along, or even a word of encouragement.

Nothing.

“Fuck it,” I whisper, and I tear my shirt off. I unhook my bra and let my breasts pop free. I stick my chest out and gaze determined into the mirror. I look good, and the thought of Dominick seeing that gives me renewed motivation.

I lay back down, but my jeans are feeling suddenly ridiculous, so I kick my heels off and pull my jeans down and off.

Now I’m just wearing my panties, and I stick my hand back down and get to work.

It feel better already. Being naked makes a real difference. I squeeze my bare breast and reach two fingers up to pinch my nipple.

I moan, feeling as if the block is somehow shrinking. If I can just cum, I’ll chip away at it. I’ll have really achieved something.

The knowledge that Dominick is just sitting there watching me is a huge turn-on, but it also feels terrifying.

What if he isn’t just sitting there. What if he’s hard and working himself too? What if he’s going to try to cum at the same time as me. What if I’m giving him blue balls by taking so damn long?

I can almost hear his confident voice in my head, ordering me. “Relax, Madrigal.”

And I relax. I suddenly feel the urge to flip over, so I do. I get my knees under me, my panties feel tight in this position and uncomfortable, so I slide them off and throw them aside. Dominick can see me naked, fine, whatever helps me to cum.

I bend over, stick my ass out, and I finger myself while imagining that he’s fucking me like this, that he’s doing me doggy style.

That helps. The sensation when I touch myself is no longer purely physical. Each time I touch my clit, it strengthens the fantasy in my head. I can almost feel Dominick’s thick cock inside me as I increase the pressure on my clit. I decide to do something I never do, and I slide two fingers into my mouth, get them nice and wet, and then I push them inside myself. I imagine that it’s Dominick’s cock, dripping with precum.

I imagine as my walls tighten around my fingers that my tight pussy is milking his cock. I buck my hips against my fingers, but the smallness of my fingers slows me down. The huge girth of how I imagine Dominick’s dick contrasts too starkly with my petite little fingers, so I close my eyes and strengthen my imagination.

I imagine his strong hands cupping my breasts as he slides in and out of me. I finger my clit more and more furiously, until I feel myself crest the mountain, and then my stomach drops as I begin to fall down the hill—just like a rollercoaster.

“Oh!” I scream, and I shove a third finger inside myself, ignoring my clit entirely. My bent thumb still hits it every time I slam my fingers back inside myself, and it’s just enough to keep the orgasm building up and up.

My fingers and hand are soaked, but I don’t stop. I slide them in and out, in and out building my pleasure.

A surge of new wetness hits as I begin to cum, and each time I slide my fingers in and out, I hear the penetration. I imagine Dominick’s cock coated in those thick juices. My release coating him and seeping in all along his veiny, throbbing cock.

I scream and moan, and I start talking as if he really were pinning me down and fucking me for all he’s worth. “Dominick! God, yes! Fuck me, harder, fuck me!”

The adrenaline spikes hard, and I start screaming with utter abandon. I let myself go completely. I’d never be able to let go like this with anyone other than Dominick. I’d never even be able to let go like this alone—it requires an audience of one—Dominick.

As the last explosions rage within me, I start to fall flat down onto the bed, my fingers sliding out of me in a wet mess. I finger my clit lightly as I bring myself down, and I look into the mirror with desperate eyes, trying to will Dominick to kick the door down and fuck me right here and now. I’m soaking wet and ready for him, so why not—

Suddenly, and without warning, the mirror becomes a window.

I look up in absolute horror and astonishment.

Dominick is not on the other side. Instead, a couple is. A couple I have never seen in my life.

They’re naked, and the woman has her delicate hand on the man’s cock, she’s stroking him slowly, and I see there’s shiny cum all over her small tits. He’s already finished. He came on her.

She’s laughing with her head on his shoulder, and her body is writhing as he fingers her.

When my jaw drops open, they both wave to me. The woman blows me a kiss.

I grab my clothes up off the ground as a pit forms deep in my stomach. It feels like there’s a burning hot coal down in my gut, and it feels like it’s pulling my heart down there with it. Like a black hole sucking the life out of me.

I step into the hallway and get my panties on, but then I start fearing the couple might come out of the door and say something to me. I can’t risk that, so I turn to run, and—

I ram right into something. Not a wall, but…

Dominick.

He’s grinning down at me as I bounce off his solid chest. He’s wearing slacks and a clean, button-up shirt this time. With a tie. His hair is gelled back, and he’s perfectly clean shaven. It’s a different look for him, but underneath that exterior he’s still the same man.

I look up at him and realize I’m crying. There are tears in my eyes.

“How could you?” I shout. “You said you were—”

“I never said I was on the other side. I just told you to wave. You assumed it was me.”

“You didn’t even watch me?” I ask, feeling hurt and betrayed.

He shakes his head.

I punch him, hard, in the gut, but it feels like punching a brick wall. His hard abs deflect me effortlessly, and he grabs hold of my wrist, holding it up.

“Listen,” he hisses. “What do you feel right now?”

“I feel like I fucking hate you!” I say, fighting his grip to try to break free. Completely failing at so much as moving his arm a few inches.

“You’re hurting my wrist,” I hiss.

“Stop moving then.”

I stop moving, and I realize he’s not really hurting me at all. I was hurting myself.

“Tell me what you feel,” he says. “What is that feeling driving this anger? That feeling so deep inside you?”

“I don’t know,” I say, unwilling to think about it.

“You just exposed yourself fully and completely to two complete strangers. They got off on it. Didn’t they?”

Jesus. Why?

“Fuck you,” I say.

He grins at me. “It’s shame, Madrigal. I gave you what you asked for.”

My heart is pounding. My blood feels like it’s burning on fire, and I feel... I feel alive. Like I never have before. I’m not angry, I’m... I don’t even know what this feeling is. It’s like a drug. It’s like something I need. I want more of it.

My lip trembles, and he grins down at me. He can tell what I’m thinking. He knows.

“You like it,” he says. “And now, do you trust me to give you even more?”

“More…” I whisper. “More shame?”

He nods.

“I trust you,” I say.

“Going forward,” Dominick says. “There will be a safe word. I’m going to be dominating you, Madrigal. You have to give up control for that to work. The only control I will grant you is the power to end this all at once. With one word. If you say that word, it’s over. I stop. The train grinds to a halt. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Only that word,” he says. “‘No’ will no longer mean ‘no.’ And ‘stop’ will not make me stop. Only this one word has that power. Choose the word.”

I look up at him in awe. Everything he’s saying has me longing for what’s next. I don’t even need the word, I’ll never use it. But he won’t go on until I say it, so I tell him: “Riding on dragons.”

“That’s three words,” he says, “But it works. Only say that phrase if you mean it, Madrigal, it will break the spell entirely.”

“I understand,” I say.

“Now,” he says, “I’ve not really touched you.”

I look skeptically at his hand clenched around my wrist, then back up at him.

“What I mean,” he says. “Is I’ve not touched you.” He looks down at my soaked panties. “You should know, I’ve been tested before I was assigned to you. I’m clean. And so long as I’m working with you, I touch only you. Understood?”

I nod, feeling relief wash over me. I worried he was splitting his time between me and other women. That I wasn’t special.

“Now,” he says, “Relax as much as you can.”

That phrasing worries me, so I tense up. I realize I’m standing almost naked in front of him, and he finally lets go of my wrist.

“You’re still tense,” he says.

“I…” I start, but he presses me into the wall. My back slams against it, the doorframe digging into my shoulder blades.

He leans forward, and my lips part involuntarily. His lips press against mine, and his tongue slides in.

I moan as he kisses me. I run my hands up and down his strong back as his wet and warm tongue massages mine.

He flips me around, pressing my face against the wall and biting my ear between his teeth.

I start to melt beneath him as he licks my ear. I imagine this man doing so much more than impregnating me. I try to imagine his perfect white teeth by candlelit dinner, his cocky swagger as he comes home with flowers in his hand on my birthday—

His finger sliding into my ass.

His finger is sliding into my asshole.

My eyes widen in shock, and by the time I clench up he’s already inside.

“Dominick!”

“A woman like you...” he whispers into my ear as he holds my back with his hand—the hand that doesn’t have a finger in my asshole—“would be ashamed of liking this.”

He slides it further inside me, and I’m surprised at just how warm it feels going inside me. He must have lubricated it somehow while I was daydreaming of going on all these romantic dates with him.

I moan as he slides his finger back and forth.

“Good, Madrigal,” he says. “Way less tense than I expected.”

“I don’t…” I stammer. “I don’t do this—”

“You do what I tell you,” he says, sounding short and impatient with me. “And I tell you to enjoy this.”

I lean my head against his strong shoulder. His shirt feels cool against my skin, but his body heat quickly eats away at that coolness.

He pulls me away from the wall then presses between my shoulders until my hips jut out and pushes my upper body down into an arch. Then his finger slides deeper still into my ass, and his other hand reaches up and cups my bare breast, toying with my nipple.

“You have a beautiful body, Madrigal,” he whispers into my ear as he slides his finger in and out.

I whimper as he tweaks my nipple, his finger moving faster inside me. The taboo feeling of being penetrated there has me burning from the inside out in the best way.

“My job,” he says, “which I will enjoy immensely, is to get this beautiful body to fulfill its intended purpose.”

He squeezes my breast for emphasis. “These big breasts should be full of milk.” His fingers graze my nipples, and I shudder.

“And these hips,” he says, his hand sliding down my waist and onto my ass cheek, “They’re so wide, perfect for giving birth to a nice healthy baby.”

Normally I’d almost cry at someone talking to me like this. After trying and failing for so long, talk like this would just make me upset and feel hopeless, but Dominick sounds so confident that I begin to really envision it.

“And if your pussy is too tight,” he rasps. “Then I’ll just have to loosen it up with my cock.”

His finger moves faster and faster in my asshole, and just as I start to feel comfortable, another slides in and stretches me wider.

“Jesus.”

“You like this,” he says, and each time his fingers go knuckle-deep, his hand slaps loud against my thick ass cheeks. “You love it, don’t you? I see how wet you are. Your pussy is fucking soaking.”

I’m moaning with abandon. I don’t know if he expects me to answer, but hearing him talk like that makes me feel so good. The feeling of shame is there, of course it is with two fingers in my ass, but the way he touches me lets me know he likes it. It reassures me. He talks to me as if I should feel ashamed, but he touches me in a way that makes me feel like more than a woman. He makes me feel as if I am the perfect woman—the ideal.

I start to rub my clit, but Dominick slaps my hand away. “No, Madrigal, I want you to let go enough that you cum, just like this.”

I put my hand back against the wall and bite my lip. I focus on his fingers sliding in and out of my tight hole.

“Good,” he says. “Now I know your mind is wandering, so I’m going to guide you.”

I clear my mind as I wait for his orders.

“I want you to imagine yourself on the other side of that mirror. I want you to imagine how that man saw you as you walked in.”

I try to do it, but it’s hard. I imagine the man watching me enter, but it strains me, and the vision is vague—much vaguer than my time with Dominick.

“He’s a man, Madrigal,” Dominick says, his hand still slapping against my ass cheeks as he stretches me. “Where do his eyes go as you walk in?”

I imagine his eyes going down and locking on my ass as I enter. My hips sway as I walk, and draws his eyes.

I moan, and he growls with approval.

“Then you do what?” Dominick asks, “I wasn’t there.”

“I take my belt off,” I whine through my moans.

“Walk me through it,” he says. “Tell me what he sees and thinks.”

His fingers slide up into me, and he stops moving. He just leaves his fingers buried in my ass, which feels amazing, but now that he’s not moving, my moans subside and I can speak.

“I… he, I mean, he watches me take off my belt, and—”

“He’s with a woman, right?” Dominick asks, and he wiggles a finger just enough that a stifled moan escapes me.

“The woman undoes his belt as I undo mine. Then... then she pulls his cock out.”

“Is it hard?” Dominick asks. “

I nod. “He got hard as soon as he saw me walk in, because he knew what I was going to do, and he gets off knowing that I don’t know he’s watching.”

Dominick laughs.

“When I undo the buttons on my shirt,” I whisper, “The woman looks at him and taunts him. She asks him if he likes big breasts.”

“Does he?” Dominick asks, sliding his two fingers in and out of me ever so slowly.

“He doesn’t answer,” I say. “He just laughs at her and watches me, hoping I’ll take my shirt off. But I don’t. I just lay down on the bed and start touching myself with my jeans still on. That annoys him, a bit, but it makes him hungrier for more. The woman starts to stroke his hard cock as I finger myself, and his hand wanders down between her legs. She’s wearing a skirt.”

His fingers move slowly in and out, and the stimulation powers me through this mental exercise. I start to really feel like I’m in the stranger’s head, and I see myself from the outside in a way I never have before.

“He swats the woman’s hand away when I take too long. He doesn’t want to cum until I do. He starts to focus on fingering her. She can last longer than him, and he wants to edge.”

“Like you are now,” Dominick whispers into my ear, his fingers’ movement keeping me wet and horny as ever, but not bringing me far enough to cum.

“When I finally tear off my shirt, his cock is about to explode,” I say. “So he forces himself to wait, because he knows I’m still not there. He likes the contrast—he’s forcing himself not to cum, while I’m struggling so hard to make myself cum. He turns toward the woman and kisses her, squeezing her breasts because he remembers her earlier comment. He wants her to feel loved. They love each other, I think.”

“They are married,” Dominick says.

I don’t know if it’s true. If he knows who the couple is, or if he’s just feeding my fantasy.

“The woman is close to cumming now, so they both focus on kissing, they are just waiting for me. When I finally get my pants off, they look back at me with renewed focus. They watch intently as I overcome the block, and when my hips start bucking up, they lose it. The man shoves the woman against the window, and he rams his cock inside her. He starts to fuck her hard from behind as I scream and moan.”

“Good, good,” Dominick hisses. “You’re making so much progress, Madrigal, you’ll be done with me in no time.”

A pang of terror hits me when he says that, but I suppress it. I go back into the man’s head.

“He thrusts in and out as he watches me start to cum. When he can tell I’m hitting my climax, he fucks her as hard as he possibly can. His hips slam her like a jackhammer, and he explodes inside her just as I twitch and tremble.”

Then I remember what I actually saw.

“Wait,” I say, “No, he pulls out, and she turns around to face him. She presses her breasts together. They aren’t big enough to have any cleavage unless she presses them together. She’s self-conscious still because of how big mine are, but then he blows his load all over her chest, and that makes everything better for her. She’s happy and fulfilled because he looks down at her tits just as he cums, instead of at me.”

Dominick’s fingers slide faster in and out, and I realize I’m actually going to cum even though my clit and pussy aren’t being touched at all. I buck my hips against him, and suddenly the sensation intensifies ten-fold.

“Ahhh! Fuck!”

“Don’t talk me through it,” Dominick says, his voice punctuated by exerted grunts. “Just see it in your head.”

When the mirror switches and I can see them, they both are fully satisfied. She came already, just before I did, and then he came on her chest. Now they look at me, and they feel a connection with me. We all came together, and all the tension between us has resolved itself. I still felt deathly ashamed, but it’s resolved itself now that Dominick walked me through it.

Then the orgasm hits me.

I scream, and I reach for my clit as soon as I do, Dominick squeezes my wrist and pins it to the wall.

His fingers pound my asshole, and I sway my hips back and buck my hips against him furiously to increase the friction and force of penetration. My pussy juices are dripping down my thighs, and the whole hallway smells like sex.

“Let that beautiful body cum hard, Madrigal,” Dominick whispers. “Cum hard for me.”

I cum harder, and harder, hot electricity and cold fire surges through every part of me. Through my veins and up into my brain. I scream, and then when I realize the couple is still in the room, the orgasm obliterates my entire consciousness.

I come out of the other side laughing, crying. They hear me! They can fucking hear me cumming like there’s no tomorrow as Dominick fingers my asshole. Maybe they are fucking each other again? Or maybe he’s just stroking her body gently, caressing her breasts so that she knows she’s loved, but either way they can hear me.

I scream louder for them, and Dominick laughs as he spanks me with his free hand.

When my orgasm is over, my body is weak and trembling, he slides his fingers out of me, turns me around to face him, and kisses me deeply and with abandon.