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at Marcus’s guarded features. He was darker, older, more experienced than the Sean in my memories. They were so different, how had I mixed them up while Marcus was inside of me?
    “It’s not fair to you. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He nodded, though neither of us could be assured it wouldn’t. Of all the things that could anger him, this was never one of them. Maybe it was our great equalizer. He took other women as his date in public and in my secret heart I loved someone else.
    “Sure you won’t stay?” he asked and I nodded reluctantly.
    “I should go.”
    He walked me to the door after I finished dressing and I didn’t look back at him until the front door closed and I knew he was no longer watching. The empty front door meant something. He had his life when I went home. I had mine.
    I didn’t know how they could ever be the same.
     
     
     
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     While Marcus tied me down, it had rained. The streets were wet and black and within the few blocks to the subway station, my pants felt damp against my ankles.
    The smell of him lingered on my skin while I walked.
    For Marcus and me, it was never meant to go on this long. We’d met at a fundraiser for the public library. He’d apparently spent the whole party following me around with visions of sexy librarians dancing in his head. He approached, all cocky and self-sure of himself, and somewhere in our benign, boring conversation he’d leaned in close, touched his lips to my ear, and told me he wanted to take me home.
    Things like that didn’t happen to girls like me. They just didn’t. A handsome, wealthy man excited by the sight of me? It had felt like a dream, like a more literary version of Pretty Woman but without all the hookers. Somewhere between his smooth voice and my trembling thighs, I’d acquiesced to his request. It should have been a one night stand, but then he discovered how much I craved a dominant man and I discovered how lonely he’d been for a girl who thrived on pleasure and submission. That one night stand became a nightly occurrence for weeks.
    I had always been practical and disbelieving, and my relationship with Marcus was no different. Eventually he’d want to settle down and it would have to be with someone who photographed well.
    It was late enough that the subway station was empty when I arrived. I swiped my card, crossed through the turnstiles, the chunkchunkchunk amazingly loud in the quiet underground. My heels squeaked on the tiles and every fourth light flickered like a horror movie. A whole life time riding these rails at all hours of the day and night and I still felt nervous when I was alone.
    I was a little early for the next train so in the dim, quiet station I found a seat along the back wall, wincing when I sat down, and waited. My wrists ached tonight too, so did my thighs, especially where his last whip had fallen. We’d been at it a long time, and the hours showed on my pale skin as I pulled my jacket cuff up my arm. Bruises, soft but visible, colored around my wrist where I’d been tied. Despite their inconvenient placement, I smiled and touched them gently. I rarely bruised and had never been interested in that level of play, but tonight they felt strangely comforting, like taking a picture of a memory. I could still feel him inside of me if I closed my eyes.
    But when I closed my eyes, I also saw Sean Castle.
     
    We collapsed against the navy blue sheets, panting but saying nothing as our orgasms lingered, each wave punctuating our heavy breathing. I crossed my arms beneath my face and snuggled my cheek into them, blissful. Sean always left me feeling drugged by his ravishment. Some nights I hovered in this foggy, dream-like space where my orgasm kept me pulled under. Minutes or hours might pass before I came through to the other side, always in Sean’s arms, always cared for until I was myself again.
    Tonight we were in it together. We’d tried something new, a toy, and