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I didn’t move. Not an inch.
“Oh,” Vivienne said softly, behind me. “Oh, well done.”
She rewarded me. That’s the only word for it. She took off the blindfold and let me watch while she knelt and took my cock into her mouth, slow, all the way, holding my eyes the whole time. When I started to shake she stopped, stood up, and pushed me back onto the bed with one hand on my chest.
“You don’t touch,” she reminded me. “You just take it.”
She rolled a condom on me and straddled me, the leather harness creaking. She rode me hard and fast, using me exactly how she wanted, her hands pinning my wrists to the pillow. Every time I got close she stopped and waited and smiled down at me until I begged. I begged a lot. I had no idea I had it in me.
“Please, Miss. Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” she said, and came on me with a long, shuddering moan, and then said, “Now.” I came so hard I saw stars.
Afterwards she untied me, wrapped me in the hotel robe, made me a cup of tea with three sugars and sat with me while I came back to earth.
“Aftercare,” she explained. “Very important.”
I booked her again the next month. And the month after that.
Ending 5 of 16: Good Boy. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.