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them. They couldn’t go back.
    But they could move forward.
    “Rem, I thought about contacting you, but I was afraid I’d beg your forgiveness and re-start the cycle. I had to grow up and find my own way first. I never stopped loving you.”
    His lips tightened. “Cara, you were never returning to me. And I couldn’t take you back. The cliché is exactly right – there’s too much water under this bridge to save. What you love is the memory of your first love. But it wasn’t real.”
    Her eyes stung. “Yes, it was,” she said. “It was so real it scared the living hell out of me. Don’t you know why I signed up for FANTA-C, Rem? I wanted to experience everything I’d ever been afraid of. You were right. I’m a submissive, and I love that part of myself. I just wasn’t ready to be your submissive. Now, I know I’m the woman I always knew I could be. Not a girl, but a woman to hold her own and not be afraid when things get hard. A woman strong enough to be yours.”
    Rem shook his head. “What we had is long gone. You’ve haunted me over the years. I think we were meant to see each other one last time to clear up the past. Maybe we can finally let each other go now.”
    Cara jerked back. Of course. He looked at this night as a cleansing to wring her from his system. She didn’t blame him. All she could do is give him everything he asked for and more. Surrender her body and her heart and soul. If she lost, at least she had no regrets.
    “Rem, you’re not alone. I’ve woken up every morning with the memory of your face behind my closed lids. I’ve gone to sleep every night with your name on my lips.”
    In seconds, he roared up and flipped her over, pinning her arms back and pressing her deep into the mattress. She gasped at the leashed savagery of his hold, the thick strain of his cock pressing against her buttocks. Primal desire pumped through her veins and made her wet.
    “I’m not here to talk about the past,” he growled in her ear. “I’m here to test your limits. I’m here to fuck you over and over until dawn. Understood?”
    She shivered and kept her secret close to her heart. Everything made sense now. These last five years had been necessary to make her way back to him, and gain his forgiveness. She’d win him back. She had no choice, but right now, he was her Dom and demanded her submission. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Get up from the bed and wait for my instructions.”
    He climbed off her. Cara stood beside the bed, naked. She made sure to keep her shoulders back and spread her legs. His nod of approval made her confidence surge. Cara watched him rustle a spreader bar from his duffel bag, along with two long chains. Her eyes widened in surprise when he walked to the center of the room and attached the chains to the hooks in the ceiling.
    His lip kicked up in that famous half smile. “FANTA-C has these hotels for a reason. I told them exactly what I needed for tonight, and they provided.” He tested the hold and made some adjustments. “Come here, Cara.”
    She obeyed. He shackled each of her wrists. Her hands were pulled above her head, but not too high where she’d cramp up. “Feet wide apart, please.” Cara spread her legs wide, and he slipped the spreader bar between her ankles. Once again, he adjusted the width until she was open to him but her thighs weren’t straining with discomfort. The position put her completely at his mercy, her body on display for whatever he wanted to do.
    The slow, smug grin curved his lips. How badly she wanted that delicious mouth on her everywhere. The memory of those powerful orgasms tightened her nipples into hard points, and immediately, her pussy throbbed in demand. Remington Steele was addictive. Her body had never forgotten him, and was well trained in responding to the slightest touch or look.
    “Very nice. Does anything hurt?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “We’ll fix that soon.” Her heart pounded frantically as he removed a flogger. Smacking it