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automatic motions of her fingers as she unlaced the corset from the front, and shimmied out of the material. Her large breasts hung free, the cool air caressing her nipples and turning them into tight points. Cara bent to pull down her skirt, and step out of the minuscule fabric. Excitement gathered low in her belly as each item of clothing was removed, until she stood naked in front of her Dom, bared for only his pleasure.
    Remington feasted on her with his gaze, touching every inch of skin as if he planned exactly what he was going to do with her. When they’d been in college, Cara had been ashamed of her body. She compared herself to magazine covers and skinny models, always finding herself lacking, wondering when he’d leave her. Rem always punished her for insulting what he said belonged to both of them. She never realized the gift he’d given her early in life, his complete and total devotion to every single part of her.
    She just hadn’t been ready to accept the gift.
    This time, she reveled in the raw lust that twisted his lips and gleamed from his blue eyes. This time, she stood proudly in front of him, knowing he received pleasure from her full breasts and curves, her generous ass and the way she held her shoulders back.
    “Should I take off the shoes, Sir?” she asked.
    “You may leave them on.”
    The burgundy carpet was plush and thick. She dropped gracefully to her knees, widening her stance, clasping her hands behind her back to thrust out her breasts. Her head bent slightly as she dropped her gaze downward. Cara focused on the breath filling her lungs. In. Out. Calm began to seep into her, bit by bit, and her surroundings came into glorious, sharp awareness.
    His scent hit her first. Pleasure tingled her nerve endings from the intoxicating swirl of mint and cloves, a customized cologne she’d always adored. The lash of his body heat tempted her to look up, but she didn’t move. His black loafers squeaked slightly as he walked around her. The anticipation built, fueling her adrenalin, and Cara fought the instinct to participate in the ritual. Years ago, she would’ve lifted her head to peek, or arch toward him for his touch. Not now. She’d learned the slow building tension only made the explosion more satisfying. She wanted desperately to show him how she’d changed.
    His hand stroked her hair, lifting the strands and combing his fingers through it. A moan hovered on her lips. His touch was pure heaven, and she ached for more. “You cut your hair. Straightened it, too.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “I like it. The style suits you.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    He continued his inspection, his hands caressing her shoulders, exploring her firm flesh as he traced the line of her spine and drew goose bumps. He cupped her ass cheeks, pinching slightly, and then dipped one finger between her legs.
    “You’re wet.”
    Embarrassment hit, but she was already too turned on to care. Her pussy was swollen and tight. She loved being on display for him, ready to do what he commanded. The sheer freedom of giving herself over to this man who’d once held her heart in an iron grip coursed through her like a delicious drug.
    “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
    His voice lashed like a whip, but his fingers were gentle as he swirled and rubbed her labia, gathering the moisture and coating her clit. Cara remained still, eyes half closed against the pleasure, fighting her body’s reaction to ask for more. “Yes, Sir,” she choked out.
    “You used to fight me in this position. Said you didn’t like being on your knees in front of me. Has this changed?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “When I ask you a question, you will answer me honestly. Has this changed?”
    Goosebumps broke out on her skin. “No, Sir. I liked it before. I was too afraid to admit it.”
    His grip tightened on her ass. Cara waited in the silence for his next move. She swore no matter how hard his questions were, she owed him her honesty. Tonight was not