The Bureau of Pleasure Control Ch. 05

She wanted to sit here while he stroked her forever, and she wanted to get so much closer than this unbearable arm's length distance. She wanted to tease him out of his mind, and also give him everything he wanted.

She wanted him soft and helpless, cocky and confident, over and under and all around her.

She wanted all the things.

He slowed his rhythm, holding out for her answer. She had to settle on one.

"I want to ride you," she said, giving him a squeeze.

"Hell yeah."

"Without you coming inside me."

"The deprivation tests never end, do they?" Zach joked.

"Neither of us needs—"

"To end up explaining that," Zach agreed.

"Can you handle that for me?" she asked.

With all of his weight on his feet and one hand, he lifted himself up and gingerly removed the dildo, setting it aside with a fond pat on the base.

"Yeah, I can handle it," said Zach. "But you have to be ready to get off of me the second I say."

He lay back on the table. Kristen straddled him, pausing just to marvel at his smooth warmth against her pussy. She ground back and forth a couple of times, savoring another round of gathering moisture, before lining him up and sliding down onto him.

She gasped at each of the stabs of pleasure that radiated through her, as she stretched frictionlessly around him.

He hadn't looked that big, no bigger than the bootlegged beginner toy she had left behind in the secret desk compartment of her old room, but it had been months since she'd felt even one finger's worth of vaginal penetration.

"Oh, oh wow," she muttered, bringing her hands reflexively to her breasts and regretting the decision to leave her rock-hard nipples out of play.

"Uh-huh," Zach agreed with her assessment of the sensation, pacing his breath carefully to keep his response in check.

"You'll tell me when?"

"I'll tell you," he promised.

Kristen rocked her hips, shifting back and forth over his hardness, setting off more pleasure-stabs, watching his face for warnings that the ride was about to end.

She knew there was a chance Zach could last long enough to finish her, since he was apparently so much less deprived than she was, but she had learned in her first ever Bureau appointment not to underestimate how much attention she needed, even when she was at her most desperate.

He might have to make her stop right on the edge, or even right at the start of her orgasm, wasting it completely. And maybe... maybe that was what she deserved for trying to cheat the system, said a nagging in the back of her mind.

Maybe she should just enjoy the feel of him. Maybe she could settle for that. She hadn't crossed that last line yet. She could try to hold back until he reached his limit, and then decline any offers to get her off in other ways, lock herself back up, and pretend this had never happened. This stimulation would all still be unauthorized, of course, but would it be so bad if she only edged herself, made her sentence harder instead of easier?

She tried to decide on that, tried to wish for it, tried to hold off the building wave inside of her. When her skin was buzzing, her vaginal walls clenching around him, and her clit quivering like a bubble dying to pop, she leaned down to kiss Zach, planning to whisper something so teasing that it would force him to force her off of him at the critical moment.

"Can I?" she heard herself whisper instead. "Do I still have time? Can I, can I, can I, can I have one now?" she was slipping toward babbling nonsense and couldn't seem to get a grip. "Please, please will you hold it in for me? Will you let me—"

"I've got you," said Zach, holding her by the hips.

"Please..."

"Don't beg, just take it. Let me give it to you. Without their permission. Stick it to them with me, rebel."

Kristen didn't have any more time left to think. She arched her back and cried out with reckless, blissful horror as the illicit pleasure quaked uncontrollably through her.

She dug her fingers into Zach's chest and let her hips take every last stroke they wanted, without needing to count.

Gasping for breath and realizing how hard she'd grabbed him, she collapsed forward and kissed the soft skin where her fingers had been a moment ago, silently apologizing to each little red mark, one at a time.

"Kristen. Fuck, you're so beautiful. Kristen." The tone of Zach's voice, he was calling to her. She tried to remember how to answer.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to need you to move, now."

"Right!" Kristen scrambled to support her weight on her tingling limbs and lifted herself off of Zach.

Zach reached down to rub himself, to keep the feeling going.

"Could you... could you hand me the cracker box?" He pointed, stumbling over the effort of thinking ahead. "Easier to sneak it into the trash that way. In case they do a blacklight sweep."

"It's okay," said Kristen, backing up on her knees toward the edge of the table, guessing at his worries before he finished explaining. "I've got you, too."

Wrapping her hand around his, she leaned down to take the head of his cock in her mouth, fluttering her tongue lightly under it.

Zach took in a sharp breath of surprise and then relaxed his hand, letting her move it away and suck him in deeper.

"Soon," he gasped, legs flexing against the hard table beneath them.

Kristen continued fluttering the full length of her tongue against his smooth warmth.

"Soon... S—"

Zach's fingers found their way into Kristen's hair as he spasmed under her, and the thick, salty wave hit the back of her throat.

Her mouth watered at the stimulation, any stimulation, of her deadened tastebuds, and she was suddenly ravenous, for salt, for skin, even for the faint bitter undernotes and the tang she recognized as her own fluids clinging to him.

When it was time to swallow and pull away to leave Zach's overtaxed nerves in peace, she ran her tongue along the crease of his hip joint to try to prolong the experience, until he pushed her away with a ticklish laugh.

"Holy shit," Kristen gasped.

"I'll say," Zach agreed.

"I can taste you!"

"Well, yeah— oh. Oh!" Zach realized. "Hell of a moment for it to kick back in. Thanks for not choking."

Kristen kissed the center of his chest, with tongue. "Not even a concern."

She sat up and started surveying the floor for what they would need to put back in place, in what order.

Zach grabbed for one of the study tablets and checked the screen. "We still have fifteen minutes before we're due anywhere. Stay with me? Just for a few?"

Kristen was anxious to get everything back to a state of apparent innocence, to know that they had really gotten away with this. But she wanted to stay more.

She lay back on the table next to Zach, stroking the wet spot on his chest that she had just kissed. In spite of the danger pricking at her mind, her body felt more relaxed than she'd remembered was possible.

"Would you believe that was the first dick I've ever had?" she asked.

"You're fucking with me," said Zach.

Kristen shook her head. "Well, the first one made of flesh and blood that my pussy has ever had," she qualified.

Zach propped his head up slightly on his clasped hands, looking rather pleased with himself. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"

Kristen rolled onto her side, resting her cheek thoughtfully on the back of her hand. "Hmm. now, to be fair, I was more than six weeks denied. A couch cushion with a hairbrush handle tied to it would have felt like the best I'd ever had."

Zach's jaw dropped with an appalled sound. He shifted to face her and reached across to give her a single, affectionate spank.

"It had to be noted!" Kristen giggled.

"So, you're saying it was the best you've ever had?"

"Shut up," she spanked him lightly in return.

"So, you're saying it was worse than a couch cushion with a hairbrush tied to it?" He was laughing again now. "Come on. Your first live dick. Honest review."

"Honestly, I only told you that because I thought you'd enjoy knowing," said Kristen. "Boys and their obsession with 'firsts' and all that."

"Hey! I don't have a... eh." Zach gave up mid-sentence, gently stroking her recovering pussy. "Okay, yeah, fine. It's pretty hot knowing. Thanks."

"You're welcome," said Kristen. "To me... I didn't really have 'hopes' about that specifically. It wasn't even on my bucket list."

"And now?"

"It... wasn't as different as I assumed it would be," she answered.

"From being with girls, you mean?"

Kristen nodded. "I mean, it was different from anything I've done before because you're a different person, and that always is. And this," she waved her hand around the training room, the chastity devices on the floor, the whole situation, "this is all so different. But it still felt real. Close. Alive."

She spent a while searching for more adjectives, then shook her head.

"In short, fuck comparisons. That was incredible."

Zach grinned so widely that Kristen had to ask, "What?"

"I told you," he snorted.

That cued another playful spank for him.

"What about you?" Kristen asked him afterward. "Was it," she winced at how she was about to put this, "was it as special for you? Knowing that you could just sneak off and take care of yourself any time you wanted if it didn't work out?"

"Are you kidding?" said Zach. "Nothing I could do alone in a bathroom stall with a sock stuffed in my mouth would ever make something like this less.... Nothing could even prepare me for...." he sighed, looking similarly dissatisfied with the words his thoughts had chosen to shape themselves into. "There's, uh, there's no substitute for the feeling of trusting someone else."

Kristen rested her head against his chest. They were certainly going to have to hold onto that feeling now. With the urgent rush of hormones fading, she was relieved to find that Zach still felt like someone she could share a secret this big with.

"Was that too sappy?" Zach asked after a moment's silence. "I can talk about that mouth of yours instead, if you want." He ran a finger along her lower lip. "Only getting a few seconds of it around me, I'd call that a tease if I didn't know what real teasing feels like."

"Oh, you can tuck that away in your 'firsts' drawer too," Kristen realized, between kisses to the side of his hand. "First dick I've ever been able to taste."

She expected this to draw another grin of self-consciously silly pride, but it seemed to bring on a wave of seriousness instead.

"You're going to report that your taste came back, aren't you?" Zach asked.

"I mean, I'll make up a story about how we were eating sugar-free granola bars or something when it happened," said Kristen. "But yeah, I have to report the timing on how long the injection lasted."

"And then get another one?" Zach asked.

"I guess so."

"It's still a volunteer program, right?"

"Worth twenty points a week," Kristen noted. "The more I volunteer now, the more stimulation I'll be able to afford when my three months are up."

"And the faster the Bureau can finish their tests and make the injections standard practice," said Zach.

Kristen's heart thumped at this thought. She'd never really contemplated how the Bureau's ongoing research might change the status quo of people's lives, let alone whether her participation would make any difference one way or another.

"Or," said Zach, "you could enjoy a cheeseburger with me tonight, say no to your next trial injection, and make it harder for them to take the joy of cheeseburgers away from you, me, and everyone else forever. You wouldn't even have to break any rules."

Kristen searched the ceiling for answers.

The Bureau of Pleasure Control was what held society together. Sure, Kristen was scared of and frustrated with them sometimes. Or, more like all the time. There were certainly things she'd do differently if she were in charge, and she did enjoy challenging the boundaries, as long as there was someone authoritative around who would be sure to keep things from going too far.

But actually working against them felt either pointless or grievously dangerous. And if it was dangerous, not only to herself. Officer Deacon had told her stories about other methods of controlling humanity, and the horrors that had come from them. Kristen wouldn't want to be the person who plunged the world back into disease and starvation, even if she believed she had that power.

She had spent the last month and half practicing to wield the Bureau method as judiciously as possible. At some point, she had begun to think of it as more than a good career that could ensure her a modest regular allowance of pleasure for herself. Balancing honest service to the Bureau with identifying and advocating for her subjects' needs was starting to feel like a contribution. Maybe even a calling.

Not something that could be wrong.

But then, there were probably millions of people tasting and enjoying cheeseburgers right now, without the world falling apart. How much harm could it cause for her to join them, and try to make it last?

Zach sighed, stood up, and reached for his cage. "Think about it, okay?"

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