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I held out my wrists like I was being arrested, and Elena smiled like I’d given her a present.
“Up on the bed. On your back.”
The leather cuffs were soft inside, lined with fleece, and she buckled them snug with a care that made my throat tight. Then she clipped them to the slats of the headboard, one, two, and tugged to check. I couldn’t move my arms more than an inch. I’d never felt so exposed, or so hard.
“Colour?” she asked.
“Green. Very green.”
“Good.” She took off the hoody. Underneath she was wearing the black lace set I’d given her for her birthday and she’d never worn for me, until now. “I’ve been saving this.”
She straddled my chest and kissed me, slow, biting my lip. Then she reached into the bag and came back with a single ice cube, which she ran down my sternum, across my belly, round and round my nipples until I was gasping. She followed the water with her tongue.
When she finally took my cock in her mouth, I nearly shouted. She was slow, wet, merciless. Every time my hips lifted she pulled off and blew cool air over me, and my whole body strained against the cuffs.
“Do you want to come, Mark?”
“God, yes.”
She laughed, low in her throat, and licked one slow stripe up the underside.
“Then you’ll have to decide how to ask,” she said.