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because of Amber.
    She’d left him over six
months ago. One moment she’d been a member of Club Kink, and then she’d been
gone, like she was never there. At first he’d tried to move on and take another
sub, but none of them were like Amber. The woman before him understood him. She
got him and never pushed for more.
    “Why did you come back?” she
asked, tears in her eyes.
    He hated causing her
physical pain. Spanking her, tying her up, and being a dominant was different from
literally hurting her with his presence.
    Leaning down, he brushed his
lips across hers and moaned. She tasted so damn sweet. Would there ever be a
time when he wasn’t so taken by her?
    Her hand went to his chest.
She tried to push him away. He felt it in the shoves until eventually she
fisted his shirt, tugging him close.
    Gripping her waist, he
lifted her up on the counter. The movement sent her coffee cup flying, spilling
the contents over the side and the cup clattering to the floor.
    “I need you,” she said,
moaning, whimpering with need.
    Elijah gripped her waist,
slamming his lips on hers to bring her closer to orgasm. This is what it was always
like with them. The burning heat and the sizzling fire blazed thicker than ever
before. He truly thought he was going to get burned or the fire was going to
burn out. With Amber, the passion and flames only seemed to burn forever
brighter.
    All too soon, Amber shoved
him away. “No, I’m not doing this. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be
coming here.”
    He stepped back and watched
as she started to clean up the mess from the coffee and the cup.
    “We need to talk.”
    “No, no more talking. I’m
not your pet or your sweet Amber. I’m me, Elijah. I’m Heather’s best friend and
someone you barely know.” She threw the cup in the sink. Going up behind her,
Elijah nibbled on her neck, banding his arms around her waist as he did.
    “I know you better than
Heather. I’m the only person you’ve ever allowed to see the real you, and do
you know what I see?” he asked, pushing her like he always did.
    Amber was such a
contradiction of submissive fire. She could do as she was told and walk through
any scene he put her through. He could tan her ass with the coiled whip and
she’d still not scream out. If he made her uncomfortable or she didn’t want his
attention then she’d curse, scream, and fight until he backed down.
    Her passionate nature was
how he knew when she screamed red, he was taking
things too far. When she’d witnessed him with the thin, blonde woman, Erika,
he’d pushed her too far. He didn’t know what he was hoping to achieve by her
seeing him with another woman. An outburst? Some hint
that she cared about him? He was looking for anything to convince him that he
meant more to Amber than a Dom. Not once in all the years they’d been together
had she talked about her feelings. He wasn’t attracted to Erika at all. She’d
been someone he used to try to get closer to the real woman he wanted. His plan
backfired, and he’d lost Amber.
    From the very beginning,
Heather’s eighteenth birthday, their time together had been a struggle. They’d
never come clean or been on a real date. Nothing between them was conventional.
They gravitated toward each other like two magnets that really were the polar
opposites.
    “What do you see?” she
asked. Her body was rigid and tense.
    “I see a beautiful woman who
is unsure of where the future will take her. You’re lonely, Amber, and I can
take that loneliness away. I really can.” She snorted, but he continued. “We
can be together.”
    “No,” she said, shaking her
head. “We can’t be together. It’s impossible.”
    “You’re running from me,” he
said, getting angry with her.
    “No, I’m not running at
all.”
    He nibbled on her neck,
trying to get her to relax against him. She remained tense in his arms. Letting
out a sigh, he spun her to face him, getting covered with soap as he did.
    “What happened