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“Wrists,” she said.
I held them out. She took the thin black ribbon from my left wrist, the one that said yes, and looked at me over it.
“Still yes?”
“Yes.”
“Say it properly.”
“Yes. Please. Tie me.”
She looped it twice round both wrists, pulled it snug, and fastened it to the iron scroll at the head of the chaise, just tight enough to keep me honest. Then she stood, reached behind her, and let the black satin fall to her feet.
She was magnificent. Tall, strong, tanned in the candlelight, small high breasts, nipples like dark buttons, a neat strip of black hair. She stepped out of the dress and straddled my lap, wearing only the mask.
“I’m going to take my time,” she said. “And you’re not going to come until I’ve told you to. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
She rolled a condom onto me with her mouth. Then she slid down on my cock in one long, slick, merciless glide and stayed there, fully seated, grinding in tiny circles while I begged. She rode me slowly, then fast, then slowly again, stopping whenever I got close, her nails raking my chest, her voice in my ear: not yet, not yet, you’re so good, not yet.
When she finally said now, I came so hard I saw stars. She followed me down with a shudder, laughing into my neck.
She untied me, kissed my wrists, and kept the ribbon.
Ending 5 of 16: Tied Up. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.