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Heather settles over my mouth again. She controls the pressure through my hair. When I go too slowly, she pulls me closer. When I change the rhythm without instruction, her thighs tighten against my face until I correct it.

My cock presses against my stomach untouched.

Heather looks down at me through the lenses of my glasses. They’ve begun to fog at the edges.

“Your poem is waiting,” she says.

I can’t answer with her body over my mouth.

Heather moves against my tongue. She has no interest in allowing literature to interrupt what she brought me here to do.

My fingers remain locked around the headboard. She holds my face beneath her until her body tightens. The hand in my hair keeps me against her through every movement. She doesn’t let me lift my head until she’s finished.

When she moves away, air reaches me cold around the wetness on my mouth.

She takes off my glasses and wipes the lenses on the blanket. She returns them to my face. “Where were you?”

“Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend.” I keep my hands above my head. “But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.”

She reaches into the pocket of her dress on the floor. The deadbolt keys make a quiet sound before she sets them on my chest.

Cold metal rests over my sternum. The ring moves each time I breathe.

“Continue.”

“Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain.”

Heather closes her hand around my cock. She uses the wetness from her body to stroke me, slow enough that each pull makes the keys slide against my skin.

“But am betroth’d unto your enemy.”

Her hand stops. “Are you?”

“No.”

Her fingers tighten around me. She leans over my body until the keys are trapped between us. Her mouth moves near mine without touching. “Continue.”

I start the line again. She releases my cock and lifts herself over it. The head presses against her pussy. She lowers herself an inch.

“But am betroth’d unto your enemy.”

Another inch. Her body takes me slowly enough that I feel every movement.

“Divorce me, untie or break that knot again.”

Heather stops with half my cock inside her.

My hips lift before I remember the instruction. She rises immediately, taking away what I tried to claim.

“Your hands,” she says.

They’ve left the headboard. I put them back.

She holds herself above me without allowing the head of my cock more than the heat of her body. “Again.”

I repeat the line. This time, I remain still. She takes me to the base in one downward movement. The keys jump on my chest.

“Continue.”