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flesh for Marcus’ eyes to devour. She let the shirt fall to the floor, trying to suck in her belly.
    “Don’t present yourself to me any other way than how you really are.” He kept his voice purposely severe. “There is no shame in showing your body to the one who owns it when he tells you to.”
    Her tits were pushed into a white satin bra, cleavage spilling out the tops. He clenched his hands, making fists at his sides. He wanted to feel her so badly but he was going to make them both wait.
    “Unhook the bra.”
    This time she complied with no hesitation. Reaching back, she snapped the hook. The straps fell down her arms and she pulled the bra off in an inadvertent striptease. It landed on top of her blouse. As her full breasts spilled from confinement, he noticed her rosy nipples were puckered and begging for his teeth. Not yet, not yet , became his mantra.
    “Touch your nipples.”
    She gently grasped her breasts. Her eyes were cast downward, refusing to meet his. He would have to work on that. He liked a woman to look at him whenever he was doing something to her or when she was pleasing herself at his request. There was nothing sexier than a pair of half-hooded eyes shining with delight.
    Marcus rubbed the front of his pants, no longer bothering to hide his erection. His hand settled on the line parallel with his zipper. The motion seemed to set her off because she started to pluck at her stiff nipples, rolling them between her thumb and finger.
    “Pull up your skirt.” Marcus found it hard to keep his voice even and had to throttle back a moan as her skirt traveled up, showing even more of that creamy, smooth skin.
    “Lose the pantyhose.” He wanted her in stockings or nothing at all.
    She slid her small hands down her thighs, kicking off her shoes. Her tits swung with the motion as she pushed her hose completely off. This time a moan did escape as Marcus imagined grabbing those rounded globes and palming them hard while he ground his erection into that generous ass and his mouth was locked on the nape of her neck, marking her as his.
    Carrie straightened and lifted her skirt to the top of her soft thighs. White satin panties failed to hide the dark patch between her legs. Damn, she was juicy.
    Her body was pale and soft. The total opposite of the women he usually bedded. His body came alive as he imagined sinking into her pliant flesh. Fuck was the only coherent thought running through his traitorous mind.
    “Take off the panties then turn around and place your hands on the wall.” His voice was much harsher this time. He was trying to get some control over himself; anything to keep from slamming into her now. Marcus wanted to draw this out, to make it last. Wanted her so needy that she’d do anything he asked.
    The idea of her bound to his bed, her heart-shaped ass in the air while he took her, taunted him, made him crazy. He hadn’t felt desire this intense in years. Long before his marriage. Hell, maybe all the way back to when he was a fucking eighteen-year-old kid discovering the pleasures of dominating a woman for the first time.
    He stalked over to her, leaning into her and letting her feel his heat. He knew she felt his hard dick pressing into her ass. He brushed his hands along the insides of her legs, starting at her knees and working his way steadily up.
    “Press your ass out, Carrie, and spread your legs wide. I want to see all of you,” he murmured, an unfamiliar hunger making his voice gravelly.
    She pushed that fantastically full ass out and spread her thighs wide open for his view. His hand went between her legs, moving along her pussy lips. They were bare and so fucking silky to the touch. His mouth watered with the desire to take those sweet lips into his mouth.
    Running his middle finger down her moist slit and up to her ass, he circled the petal opening and whispered, “Have you ever been taken here?” He pressed his finger lightly against the barrier, and she gasped.
    When she