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shook her head no, Marcus continued, “Have you ever had anything in your ass, Carrie?”
    Her head hit the wall. “Yes, a plug.”
    “How often?” He pressed his face to her cheek, his mouth less than an inch from her mouth. “Answer me, Carrie. How often do you push a plug up this delicious ass of yours?”
    “A few…a few times a week,” she whispered. Marcus gathered more of her moisture on his finger and slid it back between her cheeks, sliding the tip into her. He wiggled it slightly back and forth. She relaxed immediately and he knew she would take his cock tonight, anywhere he wanted to give it to her.
    “When you fuck yourself? Is that when you use it? Or do you let your lover give you that pleasure?”
    He didn’t want to think why the answer was so important to him, but it was. The idea of another man touching her this way brought a swift ribbon of anger swelling through him, demanding that he take her and make her forget about any other man she ever let touch her body.
    “There’s no one. I use it on myself,” she cried as he swirled his finger around once more before pulling out.
    With one hand, he opened her swollen lower lips, spreading them wide. The other slipped around her drenched hole and up to her clit. It wasn’t large but it was so hard. He pinched it lightly between his fingers, drawing a whimper from her. It wouldn’t take much for her to come quickly but Marcus wouldn’t allow that.
    “You can’t come, ever, unless I say you can. Otherwise I’ll be forced to punish you.”
    He didn’t think she was listening. Instead she was rubbing herself against his hand. He abruptly stopped his stroking, placing a smack on her left ass cheek before continuing to play with her clit. He thrust his finger into her and slapped her other cheek, harder this time. She moaned but stilled her movements. Her ass did indeed turn a delicious shade of pink, and Marcus forced himself not to go to his knees and taste her then and there.
    He removed his hand and turned her around. Her light brown hair was plastered against her face, her breathing was shallow. She was trembling with the need to orgasm, and Marcus knew that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
    “On your knees, Carrie,” he ordered.

Chapter Five
     
    Carrie knelt on shaky knees. She felt like she was going to float away on her unfulfilled pleasure. Hands at her sides, she waited for his next move. Reading up on submission and playing a little bit with her last boyfriend hadn’t prepared her for the feelings flying in her bloodstream now.
    Experiencing this with Marcus was a totally different animal than what she had with Charles, her old boyfriend. Her emotions were bouncing all over the place. Excitement, desire, wanting to please, they were all playing havoc with her mind. She loved the idea of her choices being guided by another. It was heaven not to have to think about what to do, only to obey and feel.
    “Spread your knees,” he rapped out, eyeing her critically. She quickly complied, spreading her knees wide, ready for his touch. “Now lift your breasts.” He contemplated the soft, white flesh with obvious greed. “They are mine, and you will always offer them to me.”
    With every command, she watched his cock swell more. With every command, she felt the moisture slide down the inside of her thighs. She was afraid that if he said much more, permission or not, she would come like she’d never come before.
    “Shoulders back. And look at me. This is your presentation position.” Rubbing one big hand along the length of his cock, he walked slowly around her, examining her posture. “This is the position you will always take with me until I give you other instructions.” He came around to face her again and reached out, tapping her full lower lip with one hard finger. “Do you understand?”
    Carrie nodded mutely. She wanted nothing more than to offer herself to this man.
    He slid the zipper of his Armani pants