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her foot on the bed and began to work her way from ankle to thigh.
    “Now the other one,” Will said, already hard. “But stand at the foot of the bed—and spread your legs farther apart this time.”
    Her green eyes flew wide, and a crimson blush crept up her skin from her breasts to her cheeks. But she did as he asked, moving to stand at the foot of the bed, her legs shoulder-width apart. Then she scooped more cream from the jar and lifted her other leg.
    “I can see your clit—just the tip of it peeking out—and your rosy inner lips. Remember what it feels like when I suck them into my mouth? Hmm?”
    He heard her breathing quicken, saw her hands falter. But she said nothing.
    Then she reached for the skin cream again, rubbed it between her palms and slid her hands over her hips to her ass.
    “Turn around. Yeah, like that.” He watched her hands slide slowly over her rounded, white ass cheeks and felt his erection thicken. “God, I love your ass, Lissy. I want to nip it. I want to squeeze it. I want to rub my hands over it while you’re bent over and I’m fucking you.”
    Lissy heard the bed shift, felt his feet hit the floor, and spun to face him, certain now she’d made a terrible mistake. He was taking his revenge.
    “Let me help with that, sugar.” His cock standing rigid against his abdomen, he strode over to her, then dragged his fingers through her scented cream.
    A strong arm snaked around her waist, turned her away from him. Then his hands, hot and slick, began to move over her buttocks, cupping her, shaping her, making her shiver.
    A rush of heat flared deep in her belly, leaving her wet and wanting. “This is cheating.”
    “Don’t talk to me about cheating. You’ve been torturing me with this little display every morning. I’m just taking my due.” His hands left her body, returned with more cream. “I wonder—are you wet, Lissy?”
    His slathered hands reached around, rubbed her inner thighs, then slid slowly upward, the tips of his fingers grazing her labia, parting her, flicking her already swollen clitoris. Her knees turned to water, and she sank back into him.
    “Mmmm, you are wet. You want me.” Then he pressed himself against her, his cock a hard ridge against her back. “Just like I want you.”
    He held her against him with one arm, scooped up more cream.
    “I-I can do this myself.” It was a pathetic attempt, but it was the most she could do.
    “You can, but I’m not going to let you. Not this time.” He rubbed his hands slowly over the curves and hollows of her hips and belly, moving slowly upward, inch by agonizing inch, until her nipples puckered in anticipation of his touch.
    When he finally closed his hands over her, it was heaven, his fingers tugging and teasing her slippery, aching crests, sending sharp tremors of pleasure to her belly, making her inner muscles clench and her body shake with raw, flaming lust. Her breath broke, and she moaned his name. “Oh, God, Will!”
    Without warning, he released her, and she heard a drawer slide open. She turned to find him digging through delicate, lacy lingerie as if it were tube socks.
    “What—?”
    “Perfect.” He held a black satin corset out to her, motioned for her to turn around.
    She did as he demanded, raising her arms so he could tuck the satin and stays beneath her breasts, then gasping when he began to lace her with sharp tugs. Whether it was the corset or her level of arousal, she could scarcely breathe.
    Next, he sat her on the edge of the bed, knelt between her parted thighs and rolled black silk stockings up her legs, fastening them in place with the garters. Then he sat back on his heels, caressed her naked inner thighs and raked her with his hungry gaze. “I bet you’re wet enough to take all of me in one thrust.”
    Lissy’s answer was a frustrated moan. She felt the flesh between her thighs pulse, every nerve in her body aching to be fucked, words of surrender on her tongue. His cock was so