She swallowed but already knew the response. "Whatever you wish, Sir."
He nodded. "Very nice. And it shall be. Since you seem to like your orgasms and have little control, I think I'll indulge you." Nerves tingled and her heart stopped when his lower lip kicked up in a half smile. Danger shimmered from his presence. "I'll give you as many orgasms as you can handle."
Oh, no.
She stood frozen in place. Her belly fluttered with sweet anticipation and a hint of dread. She'd heard of this type of punishment before, but of course, Rem had never been too hard on her when they'd been together. No, he'd tried to show her the rules and be strict, but always indulged her when she protested too much.
But the Rem she knew was no longer here. The man before her had a different goal, to push her to the extreme limits of her endurance in order to find the deepest of pleasures and the surrender. Somehow, the threat added an intensity to the play that made her wet and aching. Cara longed to drop to her knees and service him; have him use her until he achieved his own satisfaction. The new Rem wasn't going to go easy on her. He wanted a strong woman who could hold her own.
It was time to show him how she'd grown and changed.
"Lie down on the bed spread eagled and wait for me."
His gaze challenged her to protest.
Cara dragged in a breath and went to the bed.
-Em's EORD-
Chapter Five
REMINGTON FOCUSED ON UNZIPPING his black duffel bag, but his fingers shook around the tab. Fuck. He'd never been this thrown off in a scene before and he had to get his shit together. She'd always had a witchlike tendency to get him hard and fog his brain, and now he discovered nothing had changed. Watching her orgasm under the sting of his palm sent shock loads of satisfaction and possessiveness through his body.
She'd been magnificent. Giving herself up and over to anything he wanted, and letting her body take the orgasm it demanded. Cara never would've had the strength to deal with being so vulnerable. Their play had been tame when they were together, and he'd guided with a gentle hand, not wanting to scare her from the intense demands burning in his gut. Not wanting her to know about his true, dark cravings for domination and complete surrender.
For the first time, he didn't have to hold back. He could sink into his fantasy and give in to the raw hunger.
If only his emotions weren't ricocheting all over the damn place.
Five years. It was hard to believe her, but the truth reflected in her face in a way she couldn't hide. Cara hadn't come with another man. Why? Was she playing some type of game with him? Or had his memory haunted her in the same way?
No, he couldn't allow her to affect him. With another sub, he would've never held her after disobeying his command. He enjoyed being strict, but Cara's trembling body called to his. Rem had to hold her, comfort, stroke her soft skin and press her against his body. Her scent wrapped around him like a beautiful memory, the tang of fresh peaches, ripe and juicy and ready for his bite. He waited for her to say yellow and slow things down when he mentioned his punishment.
Instead, she'd walked to the bed without hesitation.
His dick wept for relief. His balls drew up tightly, straining behind his jeans. Rem hadn't been this uncomfortable in years. But tonight, finally, he'd take his pleasure. Take Cara any way he wanted, until he wrung the last drop of her essence out of his system. By morning, he'd be able to walk away without her memory haunting him.
First, though, he needed answers.
Rem withdrew the smooth leather ties from his bag, and fur lined shackles. Set the clitoral vibrator on the dresser. Condoms. Then turned.
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 vib
rator 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.