God, she was beautiful. Her hands grasped the spindles of the headboard, legs spread wide apart, feet flat on the quilt. Her bright red hair spilled over the stark white of the pillow. The full curves of her body lay before him like a feast. White, unblemished skin tempted him to mark her with his hand. His belt. His dick.
Pushing back his desire to climb on the bed and fuck her senseless, he concentrated on tying both hands to the bed, and shackling her feet to each bedpost. He checked the fit, making sure she had enough space to allow circulation, then studied her face for any sense of discomfort. Her eyes grew a bit glassy, and her nipples were hard little points stabbing up into the air. The position allowed her wetness to gleam on her inner thighs, and her clit had poked from its hood, ready to play again.
Good. She was as turned on as he was. Wary, but not fearful. Exactly how he liked his sub.
Exactly how he liked Cara.
“Look at you spread out before me,” he murmured, walking around the bed. “I can do anything I want. And what I want is to see you orgasm again. You’re so pretty when you come, Cara. All flushed and trembling, wet and hot. You like to come, don’t you?”
Her voice wobbled. “Yes, Sir.”
Rem loved being fully dressed while she lay naked before him, like his spoils he could enjoy at leisure. Her body shook a bit in its bindings, and she tugged her wrists as if to check the hold.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Now, I’m going to give you this one for free. Come whenever you want. Enjoy.”
Her eyes widened, and Rem almost chuckled at the wariness on her face. Of course, she’d find out soon enough. Orgasm torture was one of his favorite punishments, allowing him to both push his lover and exploit all of her sexual preferences in one shot. Also a lot of damn fun. He didn’t know how Cara would respond, so he decided to begin slow and easy, then ramp her up.
Getting more comfortable for the fun ahead, Rem toed off his shoes and peeled off his t-shirt, throwing it to the side. The appreciation and lust in her gaze gave him a surge of satisfaction. He intended to satisfy her and block any other thoughts of other men, until her body wept for only his touch. Kneeling on the bed before her spread thighs, he began to stroke her slightly damp skin with long, slow caresses. From her ankles and up her legs, behind her knee to the hip, he re-learned the texture and sweep of her sweet body. Tweaking a hard nipple, he enjoyed her long moan as he cupped her heavy breasts and massaged, keeping pressure on the tips until she arched helplessly against him for more. She sucked in her belly as he ran a finger across the crease of inner thighs, skating over her bare, plump mound that demanded more.
“Has your body changed, Cara? Do you still like when I do this?” His thumb pressed lightly against her clit, flicking the nub back and forth until she writhed and pulled at her bonds. “Ah, yes, I see you do. What if I do this?” Rem lowered his head and licked her, scraping the edge of his teeth so gently against her clit her pussy wept. Breathing in her musky scent, he judged her already close to her second orgasm. Enjoying her open response, Rem stepped it up and curling his fingers, plunged three deep into her tight channel, curving to the right where her G-spot used to be. One thrust. Two. His lips closed around the throbbing nub and sucked hard.
She came against his mouth, hips jerking furiously, and he drew it out by sucking her even harder, his fingers mercilessly pushing her toward another peak. Twisting half of her body in a mingle of pain and pleasure, he kept up the intensity and was rewarded by her third orgasm, her voice hoarse as she screamed his name in helpless abandon.
Panting, she collapsed on the mattress. Licking his lips to gather up her delicious essence, he grabbed the vibrator to the side and turned it on low. The sound echoed but she was too far gone to register what was about to happen next.
“Beautiful, Cara. If you were mine, I’d lock you up and force you to come every hour. Your body was made for fucking. Even now, your juicy cunt wants more, doesn’t it?”
“No! No more, Sir, please.”
“Yes. Much more. Let’s begin again.”
Her moan stiffened his dick to the point of pain. He placed the humming vibrator against her sensitive clit, and her eyes flew open, shock carving out her face. “Oh, God, no.”
“My name is Sir. If you want to beg for mercy, you do it to me.”
He bent his head and sucked on a tight nipple, biting, licking, while he kept the vibrator against her nub, moving it around in slow circles so her entire clit got the full massage. Gasps escaped her swollen lips, and she flung her head back and forth in denial. She jerked and tried to avoid the vibrator, but Rem kept up the steady pace, moving to the other breast, pinching and licking until she was so sensitive, he bet she’d come from nipple play alone.
“Rem! Sir! I’m going to come again!”
“Good girl. Come for me.”
He bit down on her nipple hard and ramped up the vibrator to its highest setting.
Cara came, bucking under his hold, and he laughed low, drinking in her beautiful face caught in up in ecstasy. In this moment, she was strong and open and real, more real than she’d ever been before when he’d promised her his heart, a ring, and his future.
She shook underneath him, and he dropped gentle kisses along her jaw, her temple, smoothing back her tangled hair. “Magnificent. But you’re not done yet, are you sweetheart? There’s more for me to take. More for you to give.”
Pupils dilated, she slurred her words like a drunk. “Can’t, Sir. Please, no more. Hurts.”
He hardened his heart, telling himself she needed to be pushed to the edge. This was what they both needed, and he wouldn’t be granting her fantasy if he didn’t take her to the limit of her control. Rem soothed her with tender kisses, finally settling on that gorgeous mouth. Her lips were raw from being bitten, and he sipped from them gently, his tongue tracing the seam, dipping in for just a taste.
Her mouth opened.
He dove deep.
Rem groaned in sheer heaven as her familiar taste swamped his senses. Plunging his tongue in the dark, wet cave, he took with demand, fucking her mouth mercilessly until she gave him what she wanted and let him take her fully. The years melted away and his heart burst from his chest with the need to conquer; protect; own.
Until he reminded himself she was only his for the night.
He ripped his mouth from hers and stared into her face. “Beg me to come again, Cara.”
“Noooo,” she moaned, trying to fight him, a sob caught in her throat. “I can’t.”
“Try again. Unless you want to do this all night.”
Rem watched. Waited. He prepared himself for the word yellow or red to burst from her lips. He couldn’t blame her. Cara wasn’t used to being pushed like other subs. She always hid behind excuses or fear of being completely naked with him, physically and emotionally. He hadn’t cared when she belonged to him. He’d loved her with a raw passion worth everything. He’d been committed to teaching her to open up to her fantasies and allow him to protect her.
Rem locked up the messy emotions twisting through his body, his fingers poised to rip away the vibrator and call an end to the evening.
Irish green eyes met and held his, foggy with too much pleasure and the threat of more to come. The words came out ragged, in a whisper.
“Please, Sir. I’m begging for another orgasm.”
Stunned, he locked his gaze on hers, making sure she wasn’t too far gone to know what she was doing. The glint of determination and strength mirrored back excited him. Wrecked him. Humbled him.
Damn her. Damn her for making him want her this badly again.
“Very nice.” This time he placed the vibrator deep inside of her, just brushing her clit with soft, slow strokes, bringing her back up the slippery slope back into full arousal. Rem took his time, tasting every inch of her skin as he pushed the instrument of torture in and out of her pussy. Her skin flushed, and her nipples pebbled. This time, instead of writhing and tearing at the bonds, she seemed to let go, accepting the tinge of pain from her swollen tissues, allowing herself to surrender back to the pleasure.
Rem slid back down her body, needing to get his mouth on her again. He played, using his tongue to lick and stroke her labia, her pussy, all the while fucking her deep with the vibrator. He gathered the wetness leaking from her thighs, humming under his breath dirty words that ramped up her arousal, watching her pretty pussy tighten and get ready again for another orgasm. Finally, she hovered on the edge, trying to fight it off but not able to control her body. Feeling like a fucking God, he lifted his head and watched her face, plunging the vibrator in and out, deeper and deeper, sliding just the right pressure against her sensitive clit and—
“Come for me, Cara.”
She convulsed sobbing his name as she came again under his command. He reveled in the breaking apart of her body under his, smashing through the barriers, until there was nothing between them but honest need.
Tears leaked from her eyes but he wasn’t done. Not yet.
“Please, Sir. Please don’t make me do it again. I’m sorry. I’m sorry—”
“Once more. I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you clench around my dick. I need your last orgasm.”
She shuddered. Rem put the vibrator on the edge of the bed and unbuckled his pants. Ripping the zipper down, he shrugged his jeans over his hips and quickly donned the condom. Even half wrecked, and over-sated, she watched him hungrily, gaze feasting on his dick like she wanted a taste.
He’d get to that later.
For now, he rose, his dick paused at her swollen, wet entrance. Now was the time. She was halfway gone into subspace, not able to tell pleasure from pain, and when all barriers were down truth became King.
“Why did you really leave me, Cara?” he growled. He pushed an inch into her pussy, avoiding her aching clit, not wanting to cause anymore pain until he got her back to the edge. “I want to know the real reason you left me some goddamn note on the bureau after years of belonging to me. Why you didn’t talk to me? Tell me what was really going on? Why did you play me for a fool?”
She cried out, trying to reach out for him, trying to push him away. Her body took over and her hips arched for more. He pushed in another precious inch, giving her just a taste. “Oh, please. I loved you, Rem. I always loved you.”
“Yet you left.” Another inch. His fingers gripped her hips so hard he knew she’d wear his bruises in the morning. “You left and you’re damn well going to tell me why.”
Cara panted, eyes wild. “I was scared.”
“Bullshit. I never would’ve hurt you. You were my whole fucking life. “
This time, he used his fingers to stimulate her clit. She screamed, trying to twist away but he was merciless, delving further into her delicious pussy, his eyes rolling back in his head with the brutal pressure of her channel squeezing his dick.
“It wasn’t you, Rem! I didn’t know if I could be the woman you needed me to be.” He immediately pulled back, pausing to absorb her words. She struggled for breath. “You were always so sure of yourself. You knew what you wanted all the time and I was scared. I never had the time to figure out if I even wanted to be a sub because I loved you so much!”
He wrestled his iron-willed control and thrust inside her.
Her head flung back onto the pillow. Dear God, she was so tight and hot, he was gonna come in a flash. He grit his teeth and held on, feeling her body welcome him like he was finally home.
Her words hit his ears and his heart at the same time, drawing blood. No, it wasn’t right. He’d never tried to make her anything she wasn’t. He’d known how young they both were, and Cara never protested their play — never said she had any doubts during the endless conversations they’d had. He prided himself on open communication, lording it over the Doms he taught as key. How could he have failed at the one element that made him who he was?
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Please, I can’t, I can’t come again.”
“You will. Why didn’t you talk to me?”
Cara sucked in a breath, shaking under the waves of sexual need gripping them both in a vise. The words that broke from her throat made him still above her, his cock buried deep.
“You didn’t listen!” she cried brokenly “I tried to tell you I wasn’t sure. But you were sure enough for both of us, so I ran. I ran because I was a coward, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.” She gulped, shaking violently underneath him. “Please, no more, no more.”
“Come for me, Cara.”
Without hesitation, Rem surged in and out, fucking her so completely, there was nowhere left to hide. His balls tightened up, and he pinched her clit, jerking up toward the right to hit her sweet spot, and then she was coming hard for him, and he let himself go.
Rem threw his head back and let the release wash over him in all its brutal force. Tremors grabbed him in a merciless grip, and he surrendered under the sheer force of ecstasy, spilling his seed, fucking the woman he’d once loved.
The woman he still loved.
Tears fell freely down her cheeks. Rem pressed his forehead to hers for a few precious moments, then left the bed. Unchaining her, he rubbed her ankles and wrists to get circulation back, then grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He sat on the edge of the bed and forced her to sit up halfway. “Drink this, sweetheart. That’s it. You did well, I’m so proud of you.” Between her tears, she gulped down the water, then lie quietly back on the pillows. Black mascara tracked down her cheeks. Her lips were red and bitten up. She was beautiful. Wrecked. Perfect.
His sub.
Rem went into the bathroom and dampened a washcloth. With gentle strokes, he cleaned the stickiness from her thighs, washed up, and returned to bed. She hadn’t moved, just watched him with half dazed eyes that told him she was about to crash.
Rem shrugged off his jeans, and crawled underneath the crisp, white sheets. Gathering her in his arms, he tucked her head against his chest and held her close. Pressed his lips against her tangled hair. And waited.
The sobs shook her deep, coming from her soul, but he never broke his grip, and spoke to her gently, praising her, while he rained kisses over her wet cheeks until she finally settled.