Yes

Remy nods before she finds the words.

“Yes,” she says, hoarse. “I want that. I’ve never had it. Not like that. I want it this time.”

Mia keeps Remy’s face in her hands a second longer, then lets go.

“Then we drop the lesson.”

Remy blinks. Adam has not stepped back. His cock is still wet from her throat, hanging heavy in front of her mouth, close enough that Remy feels the heat of it when she breathes.

Mia sits on the arm of the couch so Remy has to look up at her past that cock.

“You are not teaching me anything,” Mia says. “You need to hear that while he’s in front of your face. You don’t get my husband’s cock because you talked a big game in a cubicle. You don’t get it because you’ve taken bigger. You haven’t. You get it because I am allowing it. That is the only reason.”

Remy’s eyes flick to Adam, then back to Mia.

“Say it in your head until it sticks. Mia said yes. That’s why this cock is in the room with you. Mia said you could have it in your mouth. Mia will say if it goes in your cunt. If I say no, you go home with a sore throat and a story you don’t get to tell at work. If I say yes, he uses you. Not the other way around.”

Adam stays silent. His cock hangs there, thick, wet with Remy’s spit, a fact she can no longer dress up as a demonstration.

“I set the pace,” Mia says. “I decide when it starts. I decide how hard he takes you. I decide whether you get to breathe. You walked in here as the woman who was going to show the poor sore wife how to handle him. Look at you now. On my couch. Mouth ruined. Waiting on permission. That is what tonight is. You are not the expert. You are the thing I am letting him use.”

Remy’s throat works. The bitchy tilt tries to climb back onto her face and dies there.

“I will be in the room for all of it,” Mia continues. “You don’t get privacy. You don’t get to pretend this is about you and him. Every time he puts that cock in you, I want you to who handed it over. Me. His wife. The woman you talk down to. You are getting fucked with my permission. You are getting used with my permission. When he finishes, that belongs to the night I allowed. In the morning you leave. You don’t take him with you.”

She leans in a little, close enough that Remy has to hear every word over the sound of her own breathing.

“You wanted the experience you lied about. Fine. You get it as a toy. Not as a teacher. Not as an equal. As a mouth and a cunt I am lending my husband’s cock to because it amuses me to watch him put you in your place.”

Adam shifts half a step closer. His cock brushes Remy’s lower lip.

Mia’s voice is quiet, precise.

“Do you accept?”