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.
Rem lay in the dark and remembered the day she had left.
He'd never forget the choking panic and fear when he'd come home and found all her stuff gone. His calls and texts went unanswered. Rem called the police like a crazy man, and his brothers had barely been able to calm him down until they found the brief note laid neatly on the nightstand he hadn't seen.
I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. Forgive me.
Stupid. God, he'd felt so stupid when he realized she'd walked out on her own and he'd been the chump refusing to see the truth. How many days had he gone black, stumbling in a drunken fog of pain and loss? His brothers got him through it, but even now, Rem realized he'd never truly recovered from the way it ended. He never knew why. Endless nights caught up with torturous images of her with another man kept him from sleep. Finally, he forced himself to move on and forget her. Cara Winters was never coming back. Slowly, the pain was replaced by bitterness and anger, and when the memories hit, he learned how to bury them deep