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Hot Summer S&M

By: brianmcbubblesworth



It was a hot Friday to end a hot Summer. The city had rarely been hotter, and all he wanted was to put the legal briefs and affidavits behind him. The firm's rival partners had created multiple Labor Day party invitations to the Hamptons, but he had rebuffed the offers to cruise parties full of Carrie Bradshaw wannabes. Downing vodka tonics and enjoying a weekend to himself was on his mind. He ordered a 2nd, smiled as the bartender delivered it, and squeezed the juice out of the lime before stirring. He stared into the mirror behind the bar and noticed the specks of grey creeping into his sandy brown hair. As he frowned, crow's feet spread from his grey eyes. Breaking his self centered spell, the bar's door opened, and he noticed a petite brunette walk in. She sat at the bar, ran her fingers through her hair, looking a bit tired, and ordered a glass of wine. 

After a few minutes, he couldn't help but find her face familiar. She would glance furtively at him. As her wine glass emptied, he ordered her a 2nd. She smiled as the bartender told her he sent it, and he figured out how he knew her. He walked over to her and said, "This may sound like a corny pick up line but are you Winnie - "

"Myerson," she finished for him, "It's Wendy now, no one outside my family calls me Winnie."

"You might not remember me, but I'm a old friend of your brothers, Ryan Landry," he answered.

"Of course I do. You and my brothers other high school friends only teased me for years," she playfully responded, "I've seen on Facebook that you get to play hot shot lawyer in the big bad city, but you waited half an hour to come over."

"Yes, yes, no one has secrets or privacy anymore. What are you doing here? Are you still in school?" he asked.

"I escaped Berkeley this spring, and now I'm working PR for a publicist in L.A. This is a business trip that I'm extending into a shopping long weekend," she answered. She proceeded to inform him of her college career, study abroad, some friendships, and other minor life details that he didn't really care about. He responded kindly to her stories and encouraged her to share. He did notice how she had grown from a gawky pre-teen into a striking young woman. Slender but shapely legs stretched out from under her skirt. Her eyes weren't the blue he had remembered. He could see the green in them, and felt them pierce his mental armor when she'd tip her glass back to sip her drink. The conversation lulled, and she glanced down at her heels. Ryan decided to move.

"We can keep this conversation going as I show you what an Associate's salary can buy in Manhattan," he offered.

"I'll do you one better. My hotel is close, and we can order room service," Wendy responded pulling him closer by his tie, "I have to warn you I play rough."

"I play rougher Winnie. You're a 22 year old who hasn't seen half of what I have," he said with a coy smile.

"Try me. I promise I play harder. One stipulation your honor: we play by my rules," Wendy answered in a stern tone, "You'd learn a thing, or three, from me." After settling the tab, walking a few blocks, and waiting for the elevator, they entered when Ryan grabbed her and forcefully kissed her. She returned his kiss, and bit his lip as she unlocked lips.

"Patience, wait until we get to my room," she whispered to him. They got to her room, and he removed his suit jacket. She told him to remove his clothes while she went to the bathroom. He waited for her on the bed, stretching his legs out a bit in preparation for sex. Wendy stopped by the closet before turning towards the bed. She had a hairbrush, some belts and his tie in her hands. Ryan must have had a quizzical look on his face.

"OK, if you want to play we can play, but I told you I play rough," Wendy said almost questioning him while declaring her intentions, "If you don't mind a bit of play, I can gladly teach you how."

"I'm game," Ryan answered, showing a tougher front than he really felt, "What are your rules?"

"You do as I say, be my sub, and whenever you want to stop, just say a safe word," Wendy instructed. Her blue-green eyes looked cold and serious as she played with the hairbrush in her hand, "anything you want will be the code for me to stop."

"OK, if I want to stop, I'll say 'teddy bear'," Ryan answered and realized he was in for a new experience. He had not been through any BDSM before besides minor spanking girlfriends' asses during lovemaking. Wendy looked amazing naked, the vodka was flowing through his veins, and he felt nervous but comfortable. He asked, "So when does it start?" 

"Now. First you need to get up and remove those old man boxer shorts," Wendy said, "You think I'll let a plain white boxer short wearing pathetic loser fuck me. Get on your knees." Ryan got on his knees. He suppressed a laugh..

"You laughing at me? Apologize," Wendy demanded.

"I'm sorry," Ryan answered.

"I'm sorry Mistress," Wendy said.

"I'm sorry Mistress," Ryan complied. Wendy proceeded to berate him for 5 minutes, calling him every name he had ever heard and even a few new ones. He felt like a kid who had broken the kitchen window with a baseball, but it felt fun to have a sexy, naked woman wasting this much time yelling at him. Wendy then told him to kiss his Mistresses' feet. He complied. She laid back on the bed and ordered him to lick her pussy. Ryan eagerly started his cunnilingus routine. About five seconds into it she stopped him.

"You think you're going to eat me out the way you want to. No. Start with your Mistresses' clit, you can find that can't you idiot boy?" Wendy barked. Ryan spent what felt like ten minutes just caressing her clit with his tongue. He would reach up to fondle her tits, and she would stop him informing him that she would not allow him to. He would look up and see her pale breasts and pink nipples, and he'd instinctively reach for them. Her denials made him want to grab them more and more. Wendy next instructed him to lap at her labia while massaging her clit with his thumb. He obediently complied and enjoyed hearing her soft moans. 

In the midst of going down on her, she grabbed him by the hair and told him he needed to receive his punishment for upsetting his Mistress. He was a bit surprised as he had done all she had asked, but he went with it. She grabbed the hairbrush and ordered him to bend over her knee. She yanked at his erection and stuck it between her thighs as he bent over.

"You will never call your Mistress 'Winnie' ever again. Promise?" Wendy said as she swatted him on the ass. His rear stung as the back of the wooden hairbrush made contact.

"Ok, I promise," Ryan pledged. A few more quick smacks, and Wendy asked again, "Will you ever say Winnie again?"

"NO," he cried as she really laid into him.

"Wrong. You will only say 'Winnie' if I order you to, correct?" Wendy explained. Ryan agreed and shook his bent head. Ryan noticed his hard on had become firmer, and Wendy must have noticed as she ordered him to the bed on his back. She grabbed the belts and tied his right arm to the bed frame. As she went for his left arm Ryan said, "Teddy Bear."

"Ok, what's up? You seem ready to go," Wendy said glancing at his dick. Ryan explained he wanted one arm loosely tied in case something went wrong. Something out of a Stephen King novel stuck in his head. Wendy agreed, and then went back into Mistress mode. She removed the lamp shade from one of the nightstand lamps and turned the light on. With his swimmer's build stretched across the bed, he was at her mercy. She turned to him and mocked his cross, his grooming, his 5 o'clock shadow, and anything else she could think of. Despite his engorged member, she told him he needed a cleaning before she'd mount him. She started to blow him and removed her ornate ring. Ryan closed his eyes and enjoyed her work. She used her tongue and flecked at his head, teasing him. He hadn't noticed her slow down, and he opened his eyes to see her stretching her arm to place her ring on the light bulb. He watched her as she went back to a steady pace and realized why she had placed her ring on the bulb. She had sped up the fellatio as she placed the hot ring against his right thigh. The pain was quick and intense. Combined with her oral skills, he felt lightheaded and nearly came. She would remove the ring and reapply ever so often. The hot ring combined with her oral prowess sent adrenaline rushes to his head. Wendy stopped, and squatted over his chest. Looking down on him she asked,

"Are you ready to be used you piece of shit?" At this point, Ryan did not care at all, and just wanted to fuck her. She slapped his face.

"Yes."

"That's not right, scumbag. Will a pathetic chump like you bring me pleasure?" Wendy asked followed by another slap.

"I will. I'll fuck you any way you want," Ryan answered a bit impatient.

"No, I will fuck you and use you so that I get off. If you aren't an good, I'll kick your ass out of here to finish yourself off in your little apartment all by your lonesome," Wendy retorted. She was good. He now really wanted to give it to her. Before she slid down to his dick, Ryan asked, "Please, can you tie that left arm tighter?" She smiled and made the belt loop a tight cinch. She grabbed his tie and stuffed it in his mouth. 

"How much did this cost?" she inquired.

"$85," he answered.

"Even better," she smiled and then glided down on his dick. She started with a bounce to her riding, finding a rhythm. Her pear shaped breasts gently moving and peeking out whenever her long, black hair swayed. She cursed him as she rode, calling him the worst fuck she had ever had, which only made him tilt his body more or thrust harder with her bobs. She shifted a bit as she got wetter and started to grind in a circular motion, leaning down to place their faces inches from one another. She threatened him, "I'll kill you if I don't come; I'll call a queer here to finish you; I'll stomp on your balls if I don't get off," as she dug her nails into his ribs.

He could feel the heat from her pussy and she started to quickly grind down on his pubic bone with her clit. He tilted his waist for a better angle, and she dipped her mouth to his ears. She bit his earlobe, and Ryan grimaced in pain. She stopped her biting and let the mask of mistress slip short enough to whisper, "I'm coming little bitch," into his ear. He smiled as she pulled her body back, but she furrowed her brows, and said, "I'm not done."

Wrapping her hands around his throat, she rode him for another orgasm. The gentle choking combined with the tie stuffed in his mouth had caused him to go light-headed, but had amplified his senses. Ryan could feel a bit of warmth on his ear. Wendy looked down, removed the tie and untied his arms quickly. He asked what was the matter, and she explained that she bit a little too hard during her climax. She started to resume her grinding and told him they could switch to doggie style by the desk so she could watch him come. They got up in front of the mirror and he started to pound her. She gave him instructions as to how to hit her spots. Freed of the restraints, he felt a bit out of focus. Ryan was missing something and told her he needed her closer. He needed her to order him, not just give suggestions. They laid on the bed with Wendy on top of Ryan in reverse. He could feel the sweat on her back and ass on his body.

"I knew you'd love it. I knew your pathetic little ass would love this," Wendy cooed at him. Ryan moved her mass of dark hair out of his face and begged her to talk him up. It was thrilling to be with a woman who was so active and engaged.

"Of course you need me. You need your Mistress to let you come. You haven't felt this way before have you, fuckface," Wendy whispered up to him. She was right. He hadn't been this hard in years. He could feel his orgasm coming and breathed a bit shallower.

"Come now. I want you to come, come now you fucking twit." Wendy demanded, and in that moment he felt his groin spasm. His cock flexed several times, and he felt himself slowly pump Wendy. Time slowed a bit as he felt that muscle at the base of his cock squeeze itself sore. He moved his arm across her body and grabbed her left breast. As his body shut down, she slid off him, gave him a kiss, and walked to the bathroom as if nothing happened. Ryan saw her saunter back and slide up to him. After a few minutes of silence, Ryan felt his thoughts come together and recalled a promise for room service.

"So your parents sent you to Europe to study, and French men taught you this?" Ryan playfully asked. 

"I never said anything about a man teaching me this. It is amazing what you find you are capable of with just a little guidance," she answered as she turned her head to chat, "A different partner can pull something new out of you."

"So do we order food now or do we go for round 2," he asked trying to appear suave. His exhaustion must have betrayed him as Wendy cracked a smile.

"Well big shot, I think we should order up some food and take a breather," she answered as she reached over for the room service menu. Reading the menu, she shot him a glance and said, "Plus, if you want to touch me again tonight, you're going to have to wash your Mistress first."

Hot Summer S&M Ch. 02



Room service had been plundered, and a bottle of overpriced wine was sitting on the dresser. The boutique hotels of New York City knew how to mark everything up. At least this building had been restored, so Ryan was pretty sure the adjoining rooms could not hear their shouting and sex. Wendy rested her head on his chest and traced her fingers along his ribs. After spending the afternoon listening to Wendy recount her journey through college, Ryan spent the post-meal hour recounting the horrors of Yale Law School and slaving away as an associate with Sullivan & Barnswell. How many students does it take to change a lightbulb at Yale? None, because New Haven looks better in the dark. Law, despite the client business trips, had become just another routine.

He rambled on, mesmerized by the S shape that her lower back, ass and legs made. 

It was all filler. As he told anecdotes of dating doe eyed idealists who turned into corporate lawyers, he could not take his eyes off her body. Her skin was a pale white with few beauty marks. The bend of her elbow and the thinness of her upper arm draped across his chest looked too small to have been the same arms that had controlled and dominated him earlier. Her features seemed too delicate. Her right leg was slung over his, and she would slide it up and down in a slow pattern. He had enough and finally made a move for a second go around. He lifted her chin and kissed her softly and slowly. 

"Let's get back to some fun," Ryan whispered and slid his hand down to caress her breast. He lightly twisted a nipple and slid his finger along the underside of her tit, "You can't tease me with your body much longer." 

"Well you may have not worked up too much of a sweat, but I definitely did, and we can play another game," Wendy interrupted him as she tied her hair back in a bun, "How about you clean your Mistress up nice and good?" 

"I'm game, anything is fair, same rules, same safe word?" Ryan asked. She nodded her head, grabbed his tie and lead him to the bathroom. She turned the secondary lights on and left the overhead light off. She slung his tie over the sink. She checked the towels and skipped about naked, leaving him standing in the doorway with an erection taking shape. She had a light step, and her lithe legs moved like a dancer's pair. She turned and handed him her liquid soap. 

"Fill the tub with hot water, adding this at the halfway mark. Switch the water to lukewarm to top it off and call me in when ready," Wendy instructed. Ryan felt a bit let down, but trusted her guidance. She had led him through passionate and new types of pleasure just an hour earlier. His cock throbbed slightly just from the memory. He set the bath up, and after several minutes called her in, "Wendy... everything is ready...". 

"Get off the tub, you shit," she growled as soon as she came in, "Take my hand and help your Mistress in." She slipped into the water and told him to grab her body poof. He got it soaped up and went to reach for her body. She grabbed his wrist and twisted hard. She hissed how angry she was that he thought he could start washing her tits first. She told him to start at her feet. She lifted a foot out of the water and let him begin. He rubbed her foot in silence and as he pampered her toes on the left foot, she lifted the right. As he finished, she said, "You may enter the tub. Now, take great care with my legs." 

"Yes, Mistress," he replied and tenderly rubbed her calves. He assumed she'd keep her Mistress mask on, but could tell she approved of the massaging and thorough rubdown of her slender legs as she let out small sighs. She had shapely yet thin legs that tapered to her narrow ankles. He had slept with plenty of thin women, but so many had that wiry muscle or stick thin look. Maybe it was the yoga she mentioned earlier that shaped them so well, but he could trace his hands along them the whole night. He cautiously moved up to her torso and went to clean her stomach. She swatted his hand and pointed at her arms. She sat up to get closer and stared him down. He cleaned her arms and allowed their fingers to intertwine just for a moment. She got to her knees and ordered him to do the same. Seeing the water drip down the slope of her pale breasts, Ryan's erection grew firm. 

"You may clean my body," she said with a triumphant smirk. He slid soap along her breasts and across her stomach, softly washing the suds off with water. He cupped the pale pears of her chest to let water skim over the surface of her skin. Her nipples were small, symmetrical circles and well placed on her tits. He dared not to touch his lips to them for fear she'd slap him, but would that really be a bad thing? He reached for her pussy, which produced a smile from her and said, "You want that clean, don't you?" 

"Of course, as long as you let me," Ryan answered as Wendy nodded approval. He massaged her pussy with the poof, and paid attention to the way she had groomed herself. Wendy had left a small, upside down egg shaped patch of short hair; she was not like the women of New York he had been sleeping with who had waxed themselves down to nothing. She turned, lifted the bun she had made of her hair and told him to wash her back. He enjoyed the sight of her back. Pinching in at her slim waist, it was a wonderful slope of white down to her ass. He made sure to wash her cute little butt that popped out at him as she bent over to lean against the edge of the tub. He rubbed her firm rear and thought about how he had pounded her doggie style just before their meal. Her ass was a tight bubble of flesh that with her thin waist, looked like a small, upside down heart from his view. He considered his work done and paused. He wanted to bend her over there and ravish her, throwing the game out the window. It took amazing control of his desires to wait for her word. 

"Come a little closer and give me your hand," Wendy ordered. She grabbed his right hand and slid her body back up against his. She moved his hand down to her clit, turned her head and whispered into his ear, "Make your Mistress come with your hand." Ryan felt a little let down as he wanted to fuck her so bad right then, but she had to have something planned. He trusted her and massaged her clit. Ryan kissed her neck and bit at her ear. He sucked on her lobe for good measure. She reached back and grabbed at his cock. He was firm just from her wet, naked presence. He'd kiss her and she'd let go; he'd smack her ass, and she'd shimmy closer to him. He moved his hand in a circular motion, trying to hit her clit at all angles. When he'd feel her body tense, he'd switch to a light tapping of it. Occasionally, the sensations must have been too much for Wendy, as she'd dip her body well below the water line. He could still feel the extra heat from her pussy on his hand underwater as the water had started to cool. After what felt like an eternity of this back and forth touching, he grabbed her left tit, bit her earlobe and fingered her clit rapidly. 

"Slow down, I want this to build you impatient fuck," Wendy blurted out quickly, suppressing a moan. Ryan slowed his rhythm and occasionally penetrated her pussy with his middle finger. He could see her wet leg muscles tighten and relax. He was happy to bring her this much pleasure. He stuck his other index finger in her mouth and she sucked on it slightly. He turned her face to try to kiss her, but she turned away. She slid her body up against his and dug her nails into his body. They felt like knives in his flesh. She dug into his body deeper as if it would suppress her urge to come. 

"Faster, faster, oh God.... faster, I'm going to come," she let out a slight yelp and then a huge gasp. Ryan saw her entire body shudder. He kept working her clit as she let out a smaller, echo-like 2nd orgasm. She leaned forward on the tub's edge and breathed deeply. Ryan knelt with his cock poking out of the water's surface, pulsing and waiting. She pulled the tub's plug and let the water begin to drain. He wondered what she had in store for him. 

Wendy turned & kissed him. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, swirled her tongue around his, unlocked their lips and told him to go to the sink. She dried herself off a bit before turning her attention to Ryan. She walked up beside him, and he stood charged & tense. 

"Knot your tie," she ordered. He tied a half Windsor knot as she stared into his eyes. He watched her grab her body wash and apply some to his hard on. She grabbed his cock in one hand and his tie in the other. She slowly started to stroke him off. Once she got a feel for his length and the slightly mushroomed tip, she established a pattern to her stroke. She kept her rhythm slow and squeezed a bit harder at the end of her stroke. His dick was long enough that he could anticipate that final little pinch at the end of a crank. He felt the blood pumping through his dick as she kept up her work in silence. She used a caring, sensual pump to her stroke, and his body responded to the intensity. He kept his breathing in check, closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly to relax. It was Wendy who broke the silence. 

"Don't you dare zone out on me. You're lucky I'm standing here wasting energy on your pathetic ass. Grab the sink and lean forward," she shouted and slid behind him a bit as it was a tight fit in the small bathroom. He now figured it out. She held the long tail of his tie in her hand behind his back and stroked him off. They locked gazes in the mirror. Without breaking her rhythm, she pulled on the tie and choked him a bit. He felt his throat tighten, dick harden and vision blur. She released and kept jerking him off. She slowed down even more and slid down the entire shaft. The lack of air and the following rush made his nerves tingle and pulse. 

"Don't be a pussy and pass out on me. I can't carry you to bed. I'll just leave you on the floor to sleep this off," she teased, "Plus you wouldn't come. You can't do without that, right? You need to come for your Mistress, don't you?" 

"Yes, please... go... faster," he whispered, he stared at the curve of her torso in the mirror. Her right nipple poked out from behind her arm as it swayed with her stroke. 

"No, you need to be a patient little bitch," was her retort. She kept the super slow pace and squeezed his head even tighter as she pulled the tie tight. With the tie pulled, she sped up and loosened her grip on his cock. He felt giddy, squinted his eyes and cracked a smile. 

"You like this? I could make this a lot worse for you," Wendy threatened. Her slight smile betrayed her words. She intermittently pulled & slackened on the tie while she quickly but gently pumped on his cock. She would throw in a reverse grip, turned only her index finger and thumb into as close to a circle as she could around his penis, and varied her grip to hit every sensor on his cock. Her thin fingers felt light as if dancing around his dick. She was working him up, and he could feel the rising tide through his body as his orgasm approached. He grasped the pedestal sink a bit tighter in his hands, flexing his arms for the eruption. 

"God, I'm so close, Mistress, I'm go-" Ryan started to say as Wendy let go of his cock. He stood there with his cock throbbing but his moment was lost, "What the fuck?!? I was going to release and come, your hands were so... arrgghhhh... please, finish me now." 

"Are you questioning my decisions you simple fuckstick? You're nothing but a tool for me, and I don't need this shit. I'm just rewarding a little bitch like you for getting me off. Turn and stand by the tub," she wiped her right hand on a towel and grabbed the tie. Squirting body wash into his hands, "Stroke yourself off you piece of shit, I'm not finishing you off and getting all messy. You just cleaned your Mistress, you idiot, why would I get my hands all dirty and slimey after that? Did you expect me to stroke your mess onto my pretty little titties? This isn't your choice. Shut up, listen to me, and stop smiling!" She jabbed at his ribs with her thumb. He started to masturbate. He went to his normal grip and cranked. 

"No, no no, stop, no, start slow you fucktard. You think I'm going to choke you while you're pounding away like a jackhammer. You're lucky I'm even still here you loser," she grabbed his right hand and showed him the proper pace, "Now that's the right speed, and grab it hard you pansy." She grasped the tie and started to pull on the tail. She would apply soft pressure and slacken as if she could read his mind when it was too much. His dick's nerves were on fire, he felt happy, almost euphoric. 

"Is this good?" she inquired and slapped him, "You seem a bit harder here than when we fucked. Were you cheating me out of a diamond dick treatment? Have you been holding out on me, your Mistress? I might have to rip off some leg hair and flick your balls," Wendy wouldn't stop with this playful banter and slapped him again, "You can speed up a bit. I can see the shine of pre-cum. Good boy, I'm glad you're getting close for me. If you don't come soon, I'm going to get bored and just leave you here to finish all alone," she ran an index finger down the outline of his tricep, "I like your arms, this one looks so nice jacking away for its Mistress. It's the same arm that got me off. You think you can get close again for me?" She batted her eyes and stroked at his chin, staring into his grey eyes. 

"Yes, Mistress," Ryan answered calmly and closed his eyes. 

"No, don't close your fucking eyes and go to some fantasyland on me," she demanded and struck him hard, "Don't you dare take your eyes off me and fantasize about some Manhattan bitch you met at some martini bar. You're not going to think about some anorexic flake with implants when I'm doing all of this work. No porn fantasy zone out. Keep your eyes open and stay in control when you come for me," she ordered as she pulled again on his tie. She stood up and kissed him as he stroked his cock. She pulled away and whispered something that sounded like Spanish or French at him. Wendy used her right hand to play with his balls while he pounded away. Ryan had no clue what she said as he was in a laser guided mindset with his mental focus on his coming orgasm and her eyes. She was rolling his balls in her thin fingers. She'd squeeze the sack hard like popping a balloon then switch to a gentle rub. Wendy's whispers were a little louder now. 

"Come you useless piece of garbage. Come now, fucker, let it out so I don't have to waste any extra time on you. Jesus, you old man, will you just finish already. Am I not good enough? Are you saying your Mistress is not hot enough for you to get off? You have no idea the punishment in store for you if you do not get off now!," she barked. That threat and her permission was what he needed. As Ryan slipped out a slight moan & stared into her eyes, he came. It was just dark enough that he could see Wendy's pupils as the orgasm coursed through his body. He could feel an explosion at the base of his cock and a pulse at the tip. Seeing his juice flying, Wendy rose on the balls of her feet to kiss Ryan. She let his tie go, grabbed the back of his neck & shoulder and kissed him as he pumped away. Ryan let his tongue slide around hers and grabbed her right arm with his free hand. All he could feel was her tongue, her lips, her touch and the spasms of joy from his cock. All he could hear was the splatter of semen in the tub and rushed breathing between their kissing. 

The tension in Ryan's body evaporated, and he relaxed. Wendy broke that embrace and turned the shower on. She let her hair out of its makeshift bun and let the water wash away his released joy. She stepped into the tub and let the water wet her hair. He leaned back on the sink for a moment to breathe deeply and soaked in the post-cum serenity. His heart rate was slowly coming down, and that pulse running through his cock was becoming softer. With a clear mind, he calmy took in her petite features and wonderful profile under the shower's stream. Her long dark hair when wet was an even more striking contrast against her pale skin than normal. 

"You going to come in or you just going to let that body wash dry on your package?" Wendy asked smiling at him. Her question shook him from that daze. Ryan stood up, rubbed his neck a bit and stepped into the shower. He wrapped his arms around Wendy and getting around her wet mass of dark hair, pecked her on the cheek. He wiped some shampoo off her shoulders, traced a soapy finger along the curve of her back, and burned the memory of that moment into his mind.