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and I wouldn’t look back. There’d be no
reason for us to ever see each other again.
    The beast within me
roared for more.
    I headed into the
master bath and cranked on the shower, hot. Steam started curling out
of the glass-enclosed chamber. I stripped down naked.
    The problem was, it
wasn’t often that life served you up your fantasies. And this
wasn’t just any fantasy. This wasn’t the sexy substitute teacher
in high school I’d hoped wasn’t wearing panties. This was the one
who got away, the girl who’d kept me hard for months on end and
continued to torture me all the years since. I’d never gotten her
out of my system. Even now on a warm summer’s night, six years
slipped away and it was her soft, plump lips, her erect, needy
nipples and her sweet, juicy ass that starred in my most hardcore
erotic fantasies.
    Stepping into the
shower, I lathered my skin, letting the hot water pound into my wired
muscles. That workout could have killed an ox, but I was still raring
to go. My cock stood up full, demanding and rock hard.
    Who’d believe Kara
Brooks had come walking back into my life? The one woman I couldn’t
forget. It wasn’t as if I was hurting for company. I knew I could
pick up my phone and have a woman with me in the shower in twenty
minutes. I didn’t work to get women, they came to me, flocked was
more like it, with an almost boring predictability. It had always
been that way. Even back when I’d been a piss-poor kid in trouble
with the law, I’d still had that bad boy edge girls loved to run
their fingers along, even if it got them hurt. Now that I had money,
there wasn’t a woman I couldn’t get my hands on. Model, porn
star, married bored and rich, I’d tasted them all.
    But Kara, she was my
ultimate fantasy. Back when I’d known her, I hadn’t even realized
what I fully wanted. Now I knew. I’d gotten more sophisticated over
the years. I didn’t just go to random bars anymore and pick them
out of a line up, though I was pretty good at that, finding the ones
whose eyes would glaze over with lust when they gave in to
submission.
    Now I went to clubs
that catered specifically to men with my particular tastes. BDSM
clubs, where you could train someone new or acquire someone who
already knew the ropes. Literally. Billings even had one, small and
basic but it did the trick. And once I got to New York, I had my pick
of the darkest fantasies the world had to offer. I’d learned how to
wield power and wield it well, how to bring a woman to the brink
again and again, taking her further than she’d ever dreamed and
finally giving her the release she deeply craved.
    Back when I’d known
Kara, I’d only known that I wanted her. Now I knew I wanted to
possess her, own her, dominate every inch of her and more.
    And she’d come to me
needing me. Vulnerable. Asking for my help. Wanting to be put under
my control, actually asking to work for me. I had to bite back an
ironic laugh. She was an innocent. I could see it in her eyes. Years
had passed but she had no idea what she was messing with.
    I reached down and took
my hard-on in my hand. Grasping my thick shaft, I began to stroke. I
could feel the need within me. She’d once had power over me. Now it
was time to have power over her. Complete power.
    I had her right where I
wanted her. I could strike a bargain, require an exchange. Force her
to submit. The steam curled around me. The rhythm of my hand sped up,
my breathing faster, harder.
    It was time. The beast
needed to be let out of the cage. It was time to torment her the way
she’d tormented me. How I’d longed for her and could never have
her, not the way I’d wanted. Not the way I’d needed.
    Now I wanted her
completely in my power. I needed to see her pant and cry out and
plead for the fulfillment that I’d deny. I’d had years to
cultivate dark sexual fantasies. Now it was time to unleash them.
    One week. I’d strike
a bargain. I’d agree to help her. She’d even suggested that