Era's pendulous breasts brushed my belly. My eyes grew wide at the sight—I wanted to absorb them, to brand their image in my brain. As it were, I panted like a dog.

"Am I making you hot?" she purred. Again, I tugged at my restraints. I was so tightly bound that I could barely bend my elbows, my knees.

"I can't—I can't do it," I gasped. "I can't do this anymore." Era smiled evilly and crawled back down my body.

"I say you can."

She slid two fingers into her pussy and began thrusting violently. The creamy squelching drove me mad with desire. No, I'd passed desire a long time ago—it was need.

"Please!" I shouted. She stopped suddenly.

"Jeez, alright." Her eyes landed on my cock—or what had been my cock. It was now taut, swollen, and as purple as an eggplant. Precum settled in my naval in strings. She traced two fingers around the head. I jerked at her touch.

"Ah!" She stopped.

"Be good." I summoned all of my self-control to obey her, pressing myself into the mattress.

Satisfied, she leaned down and began to suck me. Her wet, rough tongue played quickly over the glands. Her head bobbed, lips passing over my shaft, up-and-down, up-and-down. I knew if I moved she would stop. The pleasure rose all around me, pulsing, waiting to break—

My cock popped out of her mouth.

"I know your tricks, Kyle." She looked at me with an arched brow.

"Please," I whispered. In response, she cupped my balls and began a gentle massage. I groaned aloud.

"Not until I see a tear," she told me.

I'd tried to make myself cry. I was no good at acting. The frustration was...