We’re back in a Superior Room, the same one in which I first met Prynne, which was absolutely by design. If that wasn’t obvious, then the champagne on ice would be more than enough to give Prynne a hint.

“Someone was awfully presumptuous about me joining him in his room tonight.”

“To be fair, if you hadn’t shown up, I would have sat in that corner drowning my tears with that champagne,” I say, doing my best to sound like a pathetic sap.

“Aww,” she coos, mocking me.

I reach out and pull her in so she’s pressed against me once again. I’ll have to buy her dresses more often. This one makes it feel like she’s wearing nothing at all as my hands slide across the small of her back to her ass.

“Are we going to…?” Prynne leaves the question open-ended, but I don’t need to be a mind reader to know what she’s asking.

“No, not tonight,” I say slowly. “Tonight the only thing I’m going to penetrate is that pretty little head of yours. I want to know what makes Prynne, Prynne. Or better yet, what made Faith Flanders, Prynne Dawson.”

The way her breath gets heavier, I might as well have told her I was going to pop her cherry after all.

I reach out one hooked finger to lift her chin so she’s looking up at me. “But get this Prynne, when it does finally happen, I’m going to be the one doing it.”

Now her eyes are perfect saucers and her breath has completely stopped.

“Breathe,” I whisper with a small grin on my face.

She inhales, then laughs it out, her body relaxing in my arms. “So, what do you want to know about me?”

“I do believe I said bare it all, which means…” I let my eyes wander down to her dress.

She laughs again. “Naked?”

“When in the Sexton Hotel…”

A wicked grin comes to her face and her eyes wander down to my chest. “You first this time.”

Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “You really are a hungry little tigress aren’t you?”

“What? You’re always watching me undress while you stay clothed. It’s your turn. Besides,” she adds, taking a deep breath, “there’s something I want to try when you’re done.”

My eyes narrow slightly, filled with intrigue at that last comment. But I’m not stupid enough to waste any time. I shrug out of my blazer and let it fall to the floor.

“Wait,” she says, just as my hands come up to undo the first button on my shirt. “I want to do it.”

I slowly lower my hands, but another part of me is quick to rise. Fuck if this woman isn’t everything I could wish for and more.

Prynne’s hands come up to my shoulders and she walks me back toward the window, the smile on her face becoming more and more impish. Only when the soft thump of my back hitting the glass echoes in the silent, fully lit room does it disappear. It’s replaced by intense concentration as her eyes once again fall to my chest.

The only sound from that point on is our heavy breathing and the soft hush of fabric as her delicate fingers go to work on my buttons. I’ve never been undressed by a woman before, at least not like this, slowly and deliberately. There’s something thrilling and erotic about being used this way, Prynne taking complete control of my state of undress.

All for the viewing pleasure of eight million New Yorkers.

She continues to work in silence, sliding the unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders. I pull away from the glass to allow it to drop behind me. The cool feel of that hard surface against my bare back is not nearly as much of a shock to the system as watching Prynne fall to her knees before me to work on my pants.

“I think I like you in this position.”

Her eyes roll up to mine and a teasing smile comes to her face. “Just wait until you see what I have in store for you.”

It’s obvious what’s coming, but I find myself mildly surprised. Up until now, I’ve been the one leading the action, coaching her along as she pleasured herself, eating her pussy in the tub until she came so hard against my face I practically felt the orgasms by osmosis.

It’s your turn.

I’m already halfway there when she unleashes my dick. She drags my pants down my legs and I step out of them. I feel like royalty being serviced by a geisha or concubine when she actually takes the time to remove my socks and shoes for me. I guess she really does want to return the favor since I’m buck naked by the time she’s done. And hard as a fucking rock.

Any doubt I have about Prynne’s ability to handle what’s right before her eyes is quickly eradicated by the look on her face when she rises back up to face it. There is definitely something to be said for enthusiasm over experience. Besides, I’m a pretty good teacher.

The moment her mouth surrounds the head of my cock I know that she’ll be the one schooling me tonight. Her hands come up to encircle the shaft and she guides them down the length of it. Her mouth is stretched to its limit as it follows. Bless her heart, she goes as far as she can take it before gagging. It’s more than good enough for me.

My bare ass pressed against the glass behind me only intensifies the feeling of her hands and mouth. Most of New York is a spectator to this bit of debauchery and I’m loving it. Let them get their salacious thrill watching this once wholesome virgin debase both herself and me for their enjoyment. I take that thought and ride with it, helping her along.

“That’s right Prynne, take that fucking cock down your throat. Show New York how much good, little Faith Flanders likes having her face fucked.”

I discovered that first night what button in particular sets her off. Dirty talk. Sure enough, she hums around my cock with excitement, her strokes getting faster and more urgent. I’m not sure if it’s my building pleasure that’s spurring her on, or the way those degrading words fill her head.

“Fuck me with that pretty little mouth of yours. Give them a performance worth watching. Make them come just from watching how dirty and depraved you are.”

I see one hand reach underneath her dress, twisting around until her fingers find their way beneath whatever lacy little thing she has on tonight. That hand is no less rabid than the one still firmly around my dick.

It’s enough to push me over the edge.

“I’m coming, Prynne,” I warn her.

Those hazel eyes stare back up at me, just like I imagined they would that time I stood in front of this very window and came from the vision of her.

“Fuck yes!” I groan, my head banging back so hard on the glass an audible thunk punctuates it.

Prynne swallows almost every drop, some of it ending up on her chin when she pulls away with a smile. As I recover she reaches one hand up to wipe it away and lick it off her fingers.

Good God, this woman.

It takes me a moment to recover before I can speak. “Okay, so my first question has to be, where the fuck did you learn all that, artist formerly known as Faith Flanders?”

Her smile becomes seductive as she stands back up before me. “What do you think I did when I first left Bluett and no longer had adult blocks on my internet access?”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise and laugh. “You are a thing of wonder, Prynne Dawson.”

“And you need to do the honors,” she says, reaching a hand up to pull her hair to one side and presenting the side zipper of her dress to me. “After all, we have a lot of exposing to do, no?”