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she was fat. It took time, but by doling out strict punishments for each infraction, eventually she’d stopped insulting herself, and him, by putting down her body. His hand tingled at the memory of spanking her gorgeous ass, his favorite part of her anatomy. The way she’d wiggle and scream, trying desperately to pull away though she’d grown so wet and hot he ended up fucking her before the punishment was even done.
    Crap. His dick grew hard, pulsing against his jeans like he was a kid again. He’d fallen for her in his freshman year at college when they were only nineteen years old. English 101. They’d been tortured with poetry, and the instructor forced them to recite a poem aloud to the group. He never forgot the bright flame of her hair hiding her face as she ducked her head to read. The slow, seductive baritone of her voice, the trembling of her fingers as she clutched the book was a moment in time that was forever etched in his mind. He’d fallen hard right then and there. Asked her out. And fell in love with her over the next few months.
    The memories crashed in his head. College sweethearts. The odds had been against them, but Remington knew she was the one he wanted. He’d already known his tendencies for dominance in the bedroom, and she was a pure hearted submissive, full of sweetness and the need to surrender to him. Cara hadn’t wanted to admit she was submissive though, not liking the term or assumptions. He tried showing her all the pleasures of letting him take charge in the bedroom, and her body lit up under his instruction. Still, Rem figured they’d take it slow and explore different levels as she became more comfortable. They graduated, and he decided to go to dealer school in Atlantic City. They moved in together while she studied history and worked on her master’s degree, planning to teach at the college level. Everything had been perfect. Planned out. They’d been happy. Their future bright with endless possibilities.
    Until she disappeared.
    Now, she stood before him. Wanting to be submissive. His submissive. Rem had the chance to find the truth, and experience the one thing that haunted him throughout the years.
    Cara Winter’s full submission.
    He motioned to the velvet chaise. “Sit down and let’s talk first.”
    Her fingers clenched, and then slowly relaxed. Her chest rose as she dragged in a breath, calming herself, and walked over to the chaise. Her motions were elegant. Simplified. She’d grown into herself and achieved full power, owning her curves and body with a pride that elicited a raw lust. Her breasts spilled over the black corset, cinching in at the waist and flaring at the hips. The black skirt barely covered her full ass, clinging to her flesh and stretching to accommodate as she strode across the room. Muscled legs flexed, working the four inch black stilettos, he’d instructed her to wear. Rem imagined her heels digging into his thighs as he fucked her. Imagined her spread-eagled against the wall, while those heels tilted her ass up like a gift made for him and only him.
    Fuck. He needed to get his shit together before she realized he was acting like a horny teen rather than an experienced Dom. She couldn’t know how badly he’d missed her, or how often he’d thought of her over the years. If he was to own her submission, he needed to be in full control at all times.
    Rem re-focused and sat across from her. Steepling his fingers together, he waited in perfect silence, gathering his thoughts. The old Cara would’ve ducked her head. Fidgeted. Sighed impatiently. The new Cara looked back at him with a steady gaze, completely still, and focused on his next action. His gut twisted in arousal, warring with anger. Where had she learned such control? How many men had she given herself to after she ran from him? Had he been so disappointing she needed to replace him? Rem tamped down on the bitterness and spoke. “I’d like a bit more background before we continue. I