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about it. Before she'd consciously made the decision, she was nodding.
    Mark quickly set up a tripod ten feet away and tested the view before kneeling before her.
    “Best answer ever. Now...” His camera pointed at her, hiding his face, the lens wide and blinking. “Show me.”
    Lissa felt suddenly shy, wondering what she looked like when she was this turned on. What if the camera showed her worst features, the rumple in her stomach or stray hairs or messed up lipstick.
    And then the camera clicked, and she saw herself reflected in the glass, and damned if it wasn't one of the hottest things she'd ever seen, her mouth open just a little and her eyes wide and dilated and her breasts pushed up and heaving. She swallowed hard and let her fingers move back and forth, just a little. Eyes closed, she leaned her head back against the chair and opened herself up to feeling and soon completely forgot about the camera.
    The song had changed to something unfamiliar, but she liked it, and the beat was powerful and primal and made her wiggle back and forth. The camera clicked again and again, and she gasped when she felt Mark sliding the straps of her bra down and unsnapping the front to release her breasts to the hot press of the lights. She didn't open her eyes as he rolled her nipple between firm fingers and made her moan. Without meaning to, she had worked one of her ankles free of the cord, and she slipped her leg out and slung it over the chair's arm, knowing that she was all but baring her soul to him, along with her pussy.
    “Show me,” he said again, voice husky.
    She shook her head no but ever so slowly moved her panties aside.
    Eyes closed, Lissa trembled, feeling that she had somehow crossed a line into unfamiliar country. She started to cover herself, but firm fingers held the cloth back as his tongue licked a wide, wet path where she held herself open between trembling fingertips. Caught by surprise and more turned on than she'd been, ever, Lissa slid down as far as she could and opened her eyes to find Mark's camera on the tripod and his face buried in her pussy, his tongue working her with hungry persistence. He looked up and met her gaze, then reached down to untie her other ankle and gently but firmly hook her leg over the other arm of the chair, spreading her completely for his view and tasting.
    Lissa was utterly lost in the moment, in the lights and the strange set and the pound of the music and the madness of letting a stranger pleasure her and encourage her to give in to desires she didn't even know she had. Still shackled, her fingers ran through his hair and ached to trace his shoulders and back and hips. One of his fingers curled into her, and she mewled and looked directly into the camera, watching the red light blink and knowing that she was being recorded like this, vulnerable and taken over with lust and sensation.
    That only made it hotter.
    With her thumb on the handcuff, she thought about flicking the latch and releasing her wrists and taking the situation—and him—into her own hands. But that felt like a betrayal, somehow, and she wanted to keep her word. Invoking the magic of Wonder Woman made it impossible for her to defy his rules, as much as she wanted to.
    For the second time since walking into the room, Lissa was getting close to her release, could feel the first fine echoes and tried to pull Mark to her, to urge him on. One of her legs unwrapped from the chair arm and curled around his back, but he kissed her and pulled away, cheeks glinting with her juices.
    He ran wet fingers through his hair, tangling it. “What do you want?”
    The words came between pants. “To come all over the place.”
    “How do you want that to happen?”
    Lissa looked at the camera, a blush turning her cheeks even redder. “I... don't want to say.”
    Mark grinned, rubbed a thumb over her, making her wiggle. “That sounds promising.”
    “Come closer.”
    Still on his knees, he moved closer to put his ear to