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all she could do was strain against her bonds and wait for his touch to grow more firm, more urgent.
    “Do you like being teased?” he asked.
    “Teasing is a promise. So long as you keep your promises, I like it.”
    His thumb ventured further in, stroking just along her lips and making her shudder.
    “Oh, I keep my promises.”
    As he stroked her under her panties with his thumbs, playing back and forth with pressure and depth, he leaned forward and placed a kiss between her breasts, where her bra clasp nestled. She briefly wondered if he was going to try to undo it with his teeth, but instead, he ran his tongue over the top of her bra, dipping in to connect with her nipple and send thrills shooting through her.
    “I feel like an XBOX controller,” she gasped, and he chuckled into her breast and moved his thumbs faster in a pattern that she instantly recognized. “The Konami code. Do I get more guys, or... oh, God.” B and A were apparently his pointer fingers, and the buttons were deeper than the expected. She writhed and slid down to give him better access, his fingers deep inside her and his thumbs swirling over her wet clit. When she whimpered, he withdrew his hands, making her growl at how close she'd been to coming already.
    “Don't worry. You get infinite lives.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him, her teeth bared. She'd never been denied an orgasm before, and she reached for his face with cuffed hands spread and pulled him in for a punishing, open-mouthed kiss, aching to wrap her legs around his waist. For a moment, he indulged her and let her lead, kissing her back with the same hungry passion she felt. But then he pulled her hands away by the golden chain and placed them carefully in her lap.
    “Touch yourself.”
    “Kind of hard with the handcuffs.”
    His grin was devilish. “Try.”
    “You're evil.”
    “You wanted Loki.”
    “This is not the mewling quim I was hoping for.”
    Blue eyes locked on hers, he moved her panties aside and placed her fingertips just so, moving them up and down through the slickness until she took over, finding her rhythm despite the limitations of her bindings.
    “So make it purr.”
    “And what are you going to do?”
    He stood and walked away, and she followed his every movement, drinking in the lines of his body as her fingers sped up and sunk in deeper, the chain clinking against her lips through the satin. The tattoo continued down his back over his shoulderbones, and she wanted to lick it and trace his spine down to where two lines of muscle disappeared into his kilt. When he turned around with a big camera cradled in his hands, her breathing sped up in excitement and a touch of fear. No one had ever taken dirty pictures of her, and she'd never made a sex tape, and the thought of being on film like this, so open and hungry and primal, was deeply erotic.
    “You're not going to...”
    He shook his head, hair swinging, and held out an SD chip. “Not if you don't want me to. But this is a brand new memory card, and I'll give it to you afterward. You can look at it or crush it or toss it in the ocean. Your choice.”
    The SD card twinkled in the lights, and her fingers went still and soaked as she tried to collect her thoughts. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted to do to her, to be his plaything. And yet... photos. They could be permanent. They could show up online somewhere. But he would give her the card. But she didn't want pictures of herself. She wanted...
    “You say I get the card afterward?”
    He nodded. “Tell me, Wonder Woman. Do you want this?”
    Lissa closed her eyes and swallowed. No, she wouldn't lie to him. What was the point?
    If you're playing the game, play the game.
    “I do. But I want you on there, too. I want...”
    His grin curled, pure sex with a touch of evil. “Let me take pictures of you. Maybe later I'll put it on the tripod and press Record. Is that what you want?”
    She bit her lip and moved her fingers in and out, just thinking