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“How much interest?” I asked, which was the wrong question, and also the right one.
“Let’s find out.” She slipped the blindfold over my eyes, buckled the cuffs round my wrists, and I felt my hands pulled gently above my head. “Twenty minutes, remember. But I like to round up.”
She rounded up to an hour.
I lost all sense of time. There was only the dark, the sound of her breathing, and her hands. Warm oil spread across my chest and belly and thighs, long, slow strokes that made me shiver. Her mouth on the inside of my wrist. Her teeth on my hip. A feather-light touch along my cock, there and gone, over and over. When I pleaded, she shushed me. When I swore, she laughed. Twice she brought me right to the edge and sat very still, her fingers circling my balls, until the urge faded and I whimpered with relief and despair.
Finally I felt her weight settle over me. She slid down on my cock, hot and slick and impossibly tight, and I made a sound that I think was her name.
“This is the balance,” she whispered. “Everything you owe me, with interest. Every minute you saved.”
She rode me, slow, deep, tight little circles, one hand on my chest, until her breath broke and she clenched around me, and I heard her say, “Now. Good boy. Now.”
I came like I was falling off a cliff.
She took off the blindfold. Her eyes were wet and shining.
“Balance carried forward,” she said, and kissed me.
Ending 11 of 16: Compound Interest. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.