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the woman.
    Oh! He smacked the woman with the fringe in a path up her inner thighs until she quivered beneath him. Every brush against the woman in the video sent a wave of pleasure through Anna’s clit. Her muscles clenched and she picked up speed, rubbing faster and harder until the edges of an orgasm toyed with her.
    After few minutes, the man set the new toy down and used his hands, teasing the woman’s clit with gentle strokes until she screamed out again. But he didn’t stop. He just worked her harder, prolonging her orgasm, drawing it out, making her shake and spasm on the bed.
    Anna swallowed and opened her mouth, panting in arousal as the man pulled away to stroke his cock. Thick and ramrod straight, Anna licked her lips and leaned in closer. She’d given a few blow jobs in college, but both guys had been average, with dicks that seemed rather small. Not this man. Not even close.
    How would that feel inside her? Breaching her for the first time, filling her up, taking her virginity. Would it hurt, or would she cry out in ecstasy?
    Unwrapping a condom, the man slid it on and positioned himself at the woman’s gaping entrance. Oh my god. He’s going to fuck her. Anna stroked herself again, watching in wonder as the man thrust himself home. The woman came in an instant, arching and screaming and pulling on the restraints as he fucked her. Again and again he pumped, slamming into her as she gasped and trembled.
    As he came, groaning his release into the condom, Anna teetered over into the abyss. The room fuzzed out, her brain shocked electric, and she gripped the chair to keep from falling over. Holy hell .

    James inhaled in a rush. Anna coming had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And he’d seen a lot.
    Tucked away inside his library, he’d poured himself a scotch and sat down. As he’d sipped the drink, he’d tried to rid himself of her memory, failing miserably. The door chimed, and assuming it was Malcolm coming to check on him, he’d let it go at first. But when the man didn’t show up, he’d gone to his monitor to check.
    The whole wing was equipped with closed circuit video surveillance—necessary for a man of means like himself. He’d watched her sneak in, tiptoe to his bedroom and continue down the hall. He could count on one hand the times she’d been inside his personal space. She wasn’t invited.
    Anger had flashed hot in his mind, but he stilled when she hesitated at the door to his office. Would she go inside? And if so, what would she do? In minutes he had his answer.
    When the video popped up on screen, he nearly bolted into the office and dragged her out by the hair. But he could see, even from the camera in the ceiling, how her shock gave way to arousal. How her legs trembled with every smack of the paddle, how she bit her lip to keep from gasping out loud.
    But he’d never expected an orgasm. As she slipped her fingers beneath her panties and pleasured herself, he groaned and gripped the table for support. Christ almighty .
    Her chest heaved up and down, bouncing the diamond like a penny on a mattress, and he couldn’t look away. Over and over she rubbed her fingers, faster when the scene intensified on screen, slower when the couple backed off. If he didn’t see her with his own eyes, he’d never believe it. But watching bondage play turned her on.
    The video neared conclusion and James tensed. He could tell she was close—parted lips, flush cheeks, fingers flicking with each thrust of hips on screen. And then she came. Head thrown back, eyes fluttering shut, lost in a haze of bliss. Her whole body trembled, and he longed to be there, wrapping her up in his arms and never letting go.
    The video man pulled the condom off and James frowned. What would she think? Anna blinked the screen into focus as he turned around on screen, spent condom in hand, and winked at the camera. The shock was palpable. She jumped in the chair, hand flying to her mouth as she yanked the other out