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“Please let me come now,” I said. “Right now. I can’t take any more.”
“Greedy.” But her eyes were gleaming. “All right, Mark. Since you asked so nicely.”
She took my cock in her fist and stroked, quick and firm, with that perfect twisting motion on the upstroke that she knows I can’t resist. The pressure rose in me like a wave. My toes curled. My hips lifted off the bed. I heard myself saying her name, over and over, and I knew it was coming, it was coming.
Elena took her hand away.
She lifted both palms into the air, like a surgeon. I came anyway, helplessly, in long, slow, useless spurts that ran down my cock and over my balls, without a single spark of the proper pleasure, my whole body clenching around nothing. It felt like falling down a flight of stairs in slow motion.
“Oh, that was lovely,” Elena said, deeply satisfied. “Ruined. Look at you.”
“You evil, evil woman.”
“You asked me to let you come. I said all right. I didn’t say how.” She grabbed a tissue and, with great tenderness, wiped me clean, then undid the cuffs and kissed each of my wrists. “Don’t sulk. That’s one of the best things I’ve ever seen.”
I lay there, spent and gutted and strangely grateful, while she curled up next to me and laughed into my shoulder. I did forgive her.
Eventually.
Ending 2 of 16: Ruined. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.