TAMED | FREENBECKY

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Freen Sarocha hated the full moon.

Not just what it did to her after the sun went down, but the way it hijacked her body during the long hours leading up to its appearance in the night sky. How it had her in its grip from the moment she woke up in the morning, skin too tight and nerve endings screaming. The sensations only intensified as the sun arced overhead, bringing not pain but pleasure so intense it nearly crippled her.

By the time the escort arrived an hour before sunset, she was so aroused that even the simple brush of fabric against her arm threatened to usher her into mindless release, and that made an already difficult appointment absolutely unbearable. No matter how crazy the full moon made her, fucking wasn't an option, not even with a professional.

Tonight was particularly painful. Not only was it the perigee moon, the biggest one of the year, but she had to train a new escort for the first time in fourteen months. She was proud of the last girl for graduating from medical school, but this change in routine had Freen sick with worry. She had finally settled into some sort of rhythm and hated to start from scratch again, especially while battling horniness that would kill a weaker person.

And because the universe clearly hated her, the agency had sent a redhead. A gorgeous, curvy one who stood on Freen's porch oozing sex and looking like she knew a secret that would make Freen happy for the rest of her life. Freen suppressed a groan at the bolt of pleasure that shot straight down to her toes. Next time she definitely needed to request they send a blonde. This monthly ritual was hard enough as it was.

Gathering all her strength, Freen said, "You're late."

"I'm sorry. Traffic was a nightmare." The escort stepped inside Freen's house with a subtle glance around. "I'm Renee, by the way. Not sure if they told you who they were sending."

"It's nice to meet you, Renee." Freen stayed calm even as she eyed the wall clock. She didn't have much time to explain the routine, but what was done, was done. Now she had to focus on making it through this next part. "I hope you don't mind if we start immediately."

"Not at all." Renee searched Freen's face but betrayed no reaction other than attraction. She was very good at her job. "So you were one of Kelli's clients?"

"For over a year, yes. Really nice girl." Freen hoped she sounded polite and that it wasn't obvious she was struggling to put one foot in front of the other as she led Renee to her spare bedroom. "What did they tell you about this appointment?"

"Only that you like to be dominated. Tied up."

The smell of Renee's shampoo briefly chased away thoughts of the urgency of the situation. It would be so easy to push her up against the wall, to kiss her full lips and slide a hand under her skirt. To take her hard and fast while she still had time. She could smell that Renee wanted it, not just because she was being paid. Freen stopped in front of the guest room door and closed her eyes, exhaling.

Not an option.

"I think I'm going to enjoy tying you up, Freen." Renee's fingers trailed lightly down Freen's arm. "Very much."

Freen pulled away sharply, gritting her teeth as her pussy contracted and a weak orgasm rolled through her body. "Please don't—"

"Did you just...?" Renee's grin reached her eyes. "Wow."

Eager to put some distance between them, Freen opened the door to her guest room. Then she turned to gauge Renee's reaction to the large metal table bolted to the center of the floor. This was the part she hated, when the escort got her first notion that Freen wouldn't be her average client.