"You're wet," Daniel repeated, quieter, his lips just a breath away. His index finger traced the outside of my lips to my clit, my nerve endings heightened, my shivering in response. "Very wet. Tell me now you aren't turned on," he taunted.
"Yes," I trembled.
Darren was still bent over the bed, his back to us. My eyes were still focused on his ass. Daniel caught me.
"Would you like to have Darren join us?" Daniel's left hand ran over my right breast and stomach.
"Yes," I repeated without hesitation, the kind of fast thinking that could only be brought on by arousal. There was no time to take it back.
"Darren," called Daniel. "come over and join us, please. Crawl to between her legs and stop." As before, Darren did as he was told, lifting himself off the bed and moving slowly towards me, halting in front of my chair, between my spread thighs as Daniel had requested.
"Still just research, Natasha?" Daniel said, returning to me. "Maybe you'd like to put in your article a very common fantasy Darren told me he's read on the internet."
"What fantasy?" I asked, turning flush, hanging on to the twists and turns the night was taking.
"You don't know?" Daniel's tongue darted in my ear; Darren was looking into my eyes. Was he an innocent party, or part of the planning all along? "Such hypnotic eyes he has," Daniel continued, his warm breath kissing down my face. "Darren tells me it's well known that many women fantasize about having a threesome with Savage Garden."
I turned to face Daniel. "I couldn't put that in my article."
Daniel smiled. "No, you couldn't, could you? Nor could you put that in your case, it's going to come true."
He had me there. Noone would possibly believe me, even if I did choose to tell. But it was happening. Or would happen. It was starting to happen. Daniel's lips grazed mine, his tongue slithering inside, touching and teasing.
"The mindset, Natasha," he whispered. "Do you recall what you said? A dominant can put fear in a submissive with just a light touch."
"I'm not a--" I began to protest, but Daniel quieted me by putting a finger across my lips. "You know what you are. I could tell when we were talking downstairs. Remember, you're still free to leave if you wish. Do you still want to? I will stop." He glanced at Darren. "We will stop."
I looked at Daniel, then at Darren between my legs, close enough to catch the aroma of my sex, ready to put his lips upon me with the ultimate kiss.
"It's your decision, Natasha."
It was up to me. I could use my power over them, rearrange myself and tell both of them this was unacceptable, to quit playing this game and walk out. I already had most of what I needed for my piece. After all, the real power belonged to the submissive; he or she decided what the scene would entail and how far it would go.
Daniel's hand was stroking my thigh. "It's your decision," he repeated. "Nothing is done without your consent."
No, nothing would be.