Beg Me (3 page)

His hand stroked her hair, lifting the strands and combing his fingers through it. A moan hovered on her lips. His touch was pure heaven, and she ached for more. “You cut your hair. Straightened it, too.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I like it. The style suits you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He continued his inspection, his hands caressing her shoulders, exploring her firm flesh as he traced the line of her spine and drew goose bumps. He cupped her ass cheeks, pinching slightly, and then dipped one finger between her legs.

“You’re wet.”

Embarrassment hit, but she was already too turned on to care. Her pussy was swollen and tight. She loved being on display for him, ready to do what he commanded. The sheer freedom of giving herself over to this man who’d once held her heart in an iron grip coursed through her like a delicious drug.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

His voice lashed like a whip, but his fingers were gentle as he swirled and rubbed her labia, gathering the moisture and coating her clit. Cara remained still, eyes half closed against the pleasure, fighting her body’s reaction to ask for more. “Yes, Sir,” she choked out.

“You used to fight me in this position. Said you didn’t like being on your knees in front of me. Has this changed?”

“No, Sir.”

“When I ask you a question, you will answer me honestly. Has this changed?”

Goosebumps broke out on her skin. “No, Sir. I liked it before. I was too afraid to admit it.”

His grip tightened on her ass. Cara waited in the silence for his next move. She swore no matter how hard his questions were, she owed him her honesty. Tonight was not just about being physically naked, but emotionally. It was the driving force of what had been lacking in her life since she left Rem, and the craving for a Dom to challenge her on all levels haunted her continuously. Finally, tonight, she’d get what she wanted, but only if she was brave enough to give it.

“Forehead to the floor. Use your fingers to spread your ass cheeks wide. I want to see what belongs to me tonight.”

He removed his fingers. A shudder shook her, but Cara dropped her forehead down to the carpet, and reached back to hold herself open to him. Arousal dripped down her inner thighs as she felt his blistering gaze study her pussy. She’d never felt more helpless. By him forcing her to present her body, he chained her tighter to his control and ratcheted her excitement.

“Your orgasms belong to me. Every single one of them. If you come without permission, you will be punished. If you do not obey my orders, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I love you in this position. Offering your pretty pink pussy up to me to do whatever I want. I can touch you like this.” His fingers swept over her weeping, swollen lips, stroking with merciless demand until she squeezed her eyes shut and locked her muscles to remain still. “Or use my tongue. Do you taste the same I wonder? Like soft, ripened peaches? Let’s see.”

Cara moaned with pleasure as his hot, wet tongue swiped her slit, gathering up her taste. He licked her with quick, teasing motions that hardened her clit and caused her hips to push back slightly for more. The sharp sting of his hand against her ass made her jerk. “Stay still.” She panted for breath as he went back to licking her, until finally, mercilessly, he stood again and the squeak of his loafers hit her ears.

“Yes, still the same. Delicious.”

Cara shook with the need for more. The need to come. She bit back her cries, knowing tonight was on his terms, and he’d just begun. Still, how long had it been since a man caused her to be this wet and achy after only a few moments? She craved an orgasm, dreamed of letting her body shatter until there was nothing left in her world but pleasure.

“I can see your clit begging for more. Do you want to come, Cara?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, her fingers curling into tiny fists.

“Tonight, you are my fuck toy. My gorgeous little slut. You will not come until I’m ready. Let’s get back to the dirty little things I can do with your pussy. Ah, yes, I can spank it.”

Oh, God.

Cara had always been a bit squeamish about certain BDSM play, but her body lit up like a firecracker at his casual statement. Would he spank her there? No, she was too vulnerable. No, she couldn’t take it. She licked her lips. Say yellow? Or…

“Have you ever had your sweet pussy spanked, Cara?”

“No, Sir.”

“Sometimes it throws a woman into orgasm. The shock of pain turns into hot pleasure. You will not come though, will you?”

Her thighs trembled and her fingers shook as she held herself open. “No, Sir.” She held her breath, waiting for the sting, waiting for pain, but his fingers rubbed her labia in tiny circles, his thumb penetrating her in short, sharp strokes that ripped away her breath. So good. Her clit throbbed for pressure, and her cunt squeezed his finger, begging for more. “What a good little slut you are, wanting more. Like this, sweetheart?” He added another finger, giving just enough pressure. The world tilted as she hung on desperately for control, panicking at thought of her body breaking away from her.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

“And this?” Once again, his tongue worked her, flicking her clit, around and around, refusing to give her the flat of his tongue or the pressure needed to go over the edge. Frustrated tears stung her eyes. Cara didn’t know such torture existed. Every ounce of need and want centered around her clit and the Holy Grail of orgasm. Her skin pricked with sweat, her nipples stabbed the carpet, her arms shook, and she swayed back and forth under the delicious licks of his tongue. “I asked you a question, Cara. Do you like my mouth on your pussy?”

“Yes, Sir, God, yes.”

“You will not come.”

The sharp sting of his open palm against her hard clit sent her over the edge. Pain jolted, then morphed into ecstasy. With a scream, her body jerked and she came hard, excruciating pleasure wracking her body in wave after wave. She shook under the violent spasms, and suddenly his arms were around her naked back. He soothed her with gentle caresses, down her spine, over her ass, her thighs, while he spoke in a dark, deep tone that touched a quiet place deep inside. Cara held her position with a ruthless determination, until he finally tugged her arms free, pulling her up from the floor and into his arms.

His scent surrounded her, and her cheek lay against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Cara leaned in, accepting his warm strength. Flashbacks hit like stinging pebbles thrown at her.

The gentleness and love in his eyes when he held her after an orgasm. The way he’d tuck her tight into his body, wrapping his arms around her so she always felt safe and protected. Cherished. He was a man who could bring her to a ruthless orgasm, yet care for her with such shattering tenderness, her heart had never been able to escape the memory and belong to another.

The knowledge she still belonged to Remington Steele sliced through her with merciless precision. My God, no wonder her past relationships never amounted to more than a few dates or encounters. In a way, she’d always known she belonged to him. But being back in his arms confirmed the truth.

She was still in love with him.

“You disobeyed me, Cara,” he whispered in her ear. The sweet caress of his hands over her body contradicted the hard promise in his voice. “You’ve always had trouble controlling your orgasms. You still haven’t met the Dom to correct this behavior?”

“No, Sir. It’s just…” she trailed off, swallowing back the words.

“Finish your sentence.”

“It’s just with you.”

He leaned back and tipped her chin up. Studied her face with hard eyes. “Do you think you can gain favor with me by pretty lies? I don’t care how many men fucked you or how many times you came with them. But I won’t tolerate lies.”

She flushed but gave him back a stubborn glare. “I’m not lying. I have trouble orgasming with men. It’s easier to do it myself.”

Shock flared in those blue eyes. “You’ve obviously been trained in BDSM. You’re trying to tell me your past Doms never brought you to orgasm? It’s been five years since you ran from me. How am I supposed to believe this?”

“I’ve only been with a few other men. “

“Tell me about them.”

“One man I was involved with for six months. He didn’t really know the lifestyle. I got — frustrated. When I couldn’t orgasm from regular intercourse without kink, he became upset and eventually ended it. The second said he liked BDSM and we built a friendship, but he wasn’t a true Dominant. He enjoyed playing a bit, spanking, ordering me around. But again, I had trouble reaching orgasm and we ended it as friends. The third man is a practicing Dom who took me to his club, Chains. I decided I needed to go back into the lifestyle to find what I was looking for. I took an introductory course to learn the formal practices. You already taught me so much, but I needed more, on my own terms. Under his protection, I experimented and learned what I liked and what I didn’t. He was only able to give me an orgasm with a vibrator. Not by his own hand.”

“He never fucked you?”

“No, Sir. I haven’t been able to come with another man since I left you.”

Silence shattered the room. Cara knew he probed her gaze for truth, but there was nowhere to hide tonight. She’d hold nothing back with him. All of these years running from him had brought her right back into his arms.

“Then why are you here tonight?”

“To be free,” she whispered. “I want to be pushed to my limits and beyond. I want to have orgasms and see if I can reach subspace with the right man. Tonight was the first time I intended to experience a full scene.”

He stepped back, seemingly trying to sift through her words. It must sound farfetched, but the two other men who’d touched her had been pale imitations of the only one who owned her body and heart. She enjoyed the way her Dom teacher, Paul, brought her deep into BDSM, but she hadn’t wanted him to fuck her. For her, it was learning what her body needed, and how far she wanted to push. Paul had respected her wishes.

No man had been able to set her off with a simple touch, like Rem.

Suddenly, he turned and towered over her. Blue eyes blazed with a mingle of emotions she’d never seen before, but his face was tight and his voice cold. “I think it’s time we both share some hard truths, don’t you? But first, I owe you a punishment. What do you think it should be, Cara?”

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

R
EMINGTON 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.