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called to his. Rem had to hold her, comfort, stroke her soft skin and press her against his body. Her scent wrapped around him like a beautiful memory, the tang of fresh peaches, ripe and juicy and ready for his bite. He waited for her to say yellow and slow things down when he mentioned his punishment.
    Instead, she’d walked to the bed without hesitation.
    His dick wept for relief. His balls drew up tightly, straining behind his jeans. Rem hadn’t been this uncomfortable in years. But tonight, finally, he’d take his pleasure. Take Cara any way he wanted, until he wrung the last drop of her essence out of his system. By morning, he’d be able to walk away without her memory haunting him.
    First, though, he needed answers.
    Rem withdrew the smooth leather ties from his bag, and fur lined shackles. Set the clitoral vibrator on the dresser. Condoms. Then turned.
    God, she was beautiful. Her hands grasped the spindles of the headboard, legs spread wide apart, feet flat on the quilt. Her bright red hair spilled over the stark white of the pillow. The full curves of her body lay before him like a feast. White, unblemished skin tempted him to mark her with his hand. His belt. His dick.
    Pushing back his desire to climb on the bed and fuck her senseless, he concentrated on tying both hands to the bed, and shackling her feet to each bedpost. He checked the fit, making sure she had enough space to allow circulation, then studied her face for any sense of discomfort. Her eyes grew a bit glassy, and her nipples were hard little points stabbing up into the air. The position allowed her wetness to gleam on her inner thighs, and her clit had poked from its hood, ready to play again.
    Good. She was as turned on as he was. Wary, but not fearful. Exactly how he liked his sub.
    Exactly how he liked Cara.
    “Look at you spread out before me,” he murmured, walking around the bed. “I can do anything I want. And what I want is to see you orgasm again. You’re so pretty when you come, Cara. All flushed and trembling, wet and hot. You like to come, don’t you?”
    Her voice wobbled. “Yes, Sir.”
    Rem loved being fully dressed while she lay naked before him, like his spoils he could enjoy at leisure. Her body shook a bit in its bindings, and she tugged her wrists as if to check the hold.
    “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Now, I’m going to give you this one for free. Come whenever you want. Enjoy.”
    Her eyes widened, and Rem almost chuckled at the wariness on her face. Of course, she’d find out soon enough. Orgasm torture was one of his favorite punishments, allowing him to both push his lover and exploit all of her sexual preferences in one shot. Also a lot of damn fun. He didn’t know how Cara would respond, so he decided to begin slow and easy, then ramp her up.
    Getting more comfortable for the fun ahead, Rem toed off his shoes and peeled off his t-shirt, throwing it to the side. The appreciation and lust in her gaze gave him a surge of satisfaction. He intended to satisfy her and block any other thoughts of other men, until her body wept for only his touch. Kneeling on the bed before her spread thighs, he began to stroke her slightly damp skin with long, slow caresses. From her ankles and up her legs, behind her knee to the hip, he re-learned the texture and sweep of her sweet body. Tweaking a hard nipple, he enjoyed her long moan as he cupped her heavy breasts and massaged, keeping pressure on the tips until she arched helplessly against him for more. She sucked in her belly as he ran a finger across the crease of inner thighs, skating over her bare, plump mound that demanded more.
    “Has your body changed, Cara? Do you still like when I do this?” His thumb pressed lightly against her clit, flicking the nub back and forth until she writhed and pulled at her bonds. “Ah, yes, I see you do. What if I do this?” Rem lowered his head and licked her, scraping the edge of his teeth so gently against her clit