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dressed only in her stockings, corset, and thin undershift.
    She sensed he was observing her through his lowered eyes, so she took her time climbing onto the bed and knelt between his thighs.
    “Madame Helene said you bed men. Is that true?” She cupped his balls and slid her finger behind them to stroke the soft skin of his taint. Tension shuddered through him as she played with him.
    “I—I don’t remember.”
    She leaned forward, easing her finger toward the pucker of his arsehole, watching the surge of his cock and the flush of renewed arousal on his face.
    “You seem to like this.”
    He swallowed hard and moved restlessly against her. “I—don’t know.”
    She removed her hand and licked her middle finger. His gaze fixed on her hand as she returned to cupping his balls, her thumb at the base of his cock, her longest finger now pressing for admittance against his hole. His cock was fully erect now, and she licked at it, sucking him occasionally as she pushed deeper, watching him as she did it for signs of discomfort. But there were none. Whatever Lord Keyes did in his private life, he was no stranger to another man’s cock, but then any aristocrat who’d attended one of the great public schools could claim the same.
    She pulled back and simply studied him, the lean muscle at his hips, the intriguing lines down to his groin, and the fair thatch of hair between his legs. Careful not to jog his shoulder she climbed over his hips and sat on his stomach, his cock settled behind her buttocks.
    “When you are well, I’m going to take you in the arse while you fuck me. I’m not sure what I’ll use, but something nice and wide and . . .” She undulated her hips and felt her own arousal slide against his skin. “Rigid, harder than a cock, and I’ll make you take all of it until you beg me not to stop.”
    She rose up onto her knees and placed her hand on the top of the headboard bringing her breasts close to his face. With her other hand, she pushed her loosened corset down, cupped her breast, and brought it to his mouth.
    “Kiss me here.”
    With a helpless sound, he opened his mouth and started to suck and lick her nipple. Desire coursed through her and she thrust her fingers into her sex to the rhythm of his sucking until she was so close to coming she shook with it. His cock thrust against her buttocks, wet now and as hot as she was.
    “Look at me,” she ordered, and he obeyed, his eyes narrowed with lust. “Watch me take you.”
    She shifted down and lifted herself over him, one hand holding his cock upright. With a soft moan, she used him to rub her clit and then around her aching, needy sex.
    “Take me.” His words were less of a command and more of a desperate plea. She liked that.
    She lowered herself over the first inch of him and then off and then took a little more. The sensation of fullness was exquisite. The third time she took all of him, her greedy moan joining his as she rocked against him straining to take every bit of his impressive shaft. She touched her clit and circled the now swollen bud, let him watch her use him as she wanted for her own pleasure. He was trapped beneath her, his cock at her bidding, his beautiful body straining to give her what she wanted.
    She should have felt triumphant. But he didn’t know who she was....
    “Set me free, damn you.” His hoarse words broke the spell. “Let me touch you.”
    The thought of his hands on her . . . She climaxed and barely held on to her ability to breathe, let alone contemplate untying him. Did he think her vulnerable now; did he truly think he could make demands of her?
    She rocked against him, driving herself toward another peak, using his stiff cock as it was meant to be used, for her pleasure, not his, never his.
    “God, I need to come, I—”
    Before he even finished speaking, she pulled away from him and watched as he climaxed, his seed soaking the sheets between his thighs. It was an impressive sight. This time, when he