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I stood up, stepped into the harness, pulled the straps tight and heard myself say, in a voice I didn’t recognise, “On your back, Elena. Knees up.”
She stared at me. At the silicone jutting out in front of me, shiny with lube. At my face. For the first time in the six years I’d known her, Elena was lost for words.
“I’ve never,” she began.
“Do you want to?”
She looked at it again. Her thighs shifted. “Seven minutes,” she whispered, which I decided was a yes.
I eased her down and pushed in slowly, one inch at a time. She was so wet that the toy slid in almost easily, and she gasped and gripped my forearms, and her eyes widened and then fluttered closed.
“Oh God. Oh, you bastard. That’s, oh, that’s good.”
I fucked her slow and deep, long strokes that made her toes curl. I leaned over to kiss her, and she kissed back like a woman starving, her legs wrapped round my waist, heels digging in. When she climbed on top to ride it, I held her hips and watched her take it, her head thrown back, the swallow on her hip tilting with every roll. She came with a cry, shaking and swearing, and collapsed forward onto my chest.
“If you ever tell anyone,” she said, still panting, “I will kill you.”
Then she slid down my body and took my cock in her mouth, and I came in under a minute.
The timer beeped. She wiped her mouth.
“Back in the bag,” she said. “Next weekend, you’re on your knees.”
Ending 10 of 16: Turned Tables. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.