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“Please,” I said. “Make me earn it. Please, Elena. I want to earn it.”
She went very still behind me. When she spoke again her voice was warm and rough, a voice I’d only ever heard in my head.
“Oh, you perfect, filthy thing. All right. Earn it.”
She fucked me deep and slow, hips snapping, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other still wrapped loosely round my cock. “Count for me. Every time I push in, you say thank you. And I want to hear it.”
“Thank you.” Push. “Thank you.” Push. “Thank you, Elena.”
I lost count at thirty. She edged me with her fingers every time my voice cracked, and I knew I’d never been so full, so open, or so utterly helpless. My cock was leaking onto the sheets. I was sweating, shaking, sobbing little noises into the pillow. When she changed the angle and the head of the strap-on pressed hard against my prostate, I felt a light go on inside me and thought, this is it. This is what everyone’s been talking about.
“You’ve been so good,” she panted. “So brave. Do you want to come?”
“Yes. God. Please.”
“Then come, Mark. Right now.”
She stroked me three times, hard and fast, and I came with a roar, hot ropes across the duvet, my whole body convulsing around her while she held me through it. She slid out and gathered me up, trembling and soaked, against her chest.
“Same time next Friday,” she whispered into my hair, “and I think you should let me pick the category.”
She was already planning a second list.
Ending 5 of 16: Earned. You found the full happy ending.