Chapter Nine
Lorelei
I relax whenever I realize that it’s Remington. I have more questions than answers at this point, but I’m going to kick his ass for scaring me. Although, based on the way he had me pressed against the wall, I’m going to assume that he finds a certain level of enjoyment from my fear.
I unlock my door, and the second I step in, he picks me up and goes straight to my bedroom.
I turn to find that he has a mask on. I know it’s him, but I question it.
I gasp loudly and start fighting him, but with very little effort, he nearly rips my clothes off as he gets me on my bed.
Adrenaline is pumping through my veins and for whatever reason, I have tears in my eyes.
He must think that I’m hurt. Something about the way he touches me sparks a memory in my brain that I wasn’t aware was available. He’s been here before.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I say as he ties my wrists to my headboard. “Please. Please take off the mask. Remy, please.”
He stops when he hears me say his name. He looks at me for a second but ultimately takes off the mask.
The look on his face is unlike anything I’ve ever seen from him before.
He is the same man, only darker. The sweet and innocent man is gone, and in its place is a slightly more unhinged version that is undoubtedly obsessed with me.
He must be the man from the elevator that I see every night.
Is this what he’s been hiding? I knew that someone was following me home at night after the shift at the club, but I was sure it was Omar.
I didn’t have anything to back that up, but no one ever scared me, so I never did anything about it.
I knew if it was a client that I would’ve been raped three times over by now, but they just walked with me.
They stayed in the shadows, and no one ever fucked with me. It’s like they were watching over me.
“You look scared,” he remarks as he moves onto the bed between my legs.
“Not scared,” I say. “Shocked.”
“Oh?”
“How long have you been following me?” I ask.
“Longer than what is sane,” he says simply.
“I always knew someone was there,” I say. “I didn’t know it was you, though.”
“If you didn’t know who it was, why not speak up?” he asks as he kisses my thigh.
“Because you were my guardian. You never spoke to me, you were just there,” I sigh.
“You are reckless.”
“You are crazy,” I counter. He smiles wickedly at me before spreading my legs more and dropping his head to flick his tongue across my clit. “Oh, fuck.”
“Tell me,” he says, licking me again. “How many times do you think I’ve tasted your sweet little cunt?”
“Oh my God,” I groan.
“Hmm?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say.
“I’m going to explain something, and then I’m going to eat your pussy until I think that you’ve had enough. Got it?”
“Yes! Okay. Yeah. I’m listening,” I choke out.
“Every night, you put your kettle on the stove and go take a shower. Every night I put a sedative in your tea,” he says. “Every night, I get to play with you.”
“Just you?” I ask.
“What?” he asks, confused. “Yes. Just me.”
“Okay,” I say.
“I have done everything but fuck you in your sleep,” he says. “I have forced my cock down your throat. I’ve made you come on my hand, but my favorite thing to do is to taste this sweet little pussy.”
“You haven’t…”
“I’ve never fucked you. The first time I have you on my cock, I want us both to be aware,” he says.
“You’re the man from the elevator,” I choke out as he licks me again.
“What man?” he asks with a growl.
“T-There’s a man… he’s on the elevator every night. I usually see him on weekends. He doesn’t say anything and I’ve never seen his face, but he’s always there. That’s you,” I pant. “Why stalk me?”
“Because I like to see who you are when no one’s watching,” he says. “I like to see how you respond to me when you don’t mean to.”
“W-when was the first time you touched me?” I ask.
“You were almost nineteen,” he says. “I’ve been watching you for far longer.”
“Cam stalks Tris,” I moan when he nips at my clit. “She doesn’t know it, but I woke once when we were in the same dorm apartment.”
“What did he do?”
“I think he was jerking off. I rolled over so I don’t know,” I say. “Please stop teasing me.”
“Why do you think you are ruined?”
“Because I am. I’ve let men fuck me for years,” I whine. “Remy.”
“Whatever happened before now, I’m not concerned about it. Going forward, you belong to me. No one will ever touch you again. No one will ever feel you again. Understand?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Good girl,” he says. I gasp when he latches onto my clit and sucks hard.
“Oh, God!” I moan loudly. My eyes roll back when he pushes two fingers into me and curls them in. I’m still sore, but he goes slowly.
“You see, Little Fawn, I know everything about your body. I know how to make you come, I know how to keep you on edge, I know how to make you soak this bed. I may have not been inside of you yet, but I know your body better than you,” he brags.
“Then, for the love of God, make me come,” I beg.
“Tell me one good thing about yourself,” he says.
“What? Fuck. I don’t know,” I whine again. “I dance well.”
“Good girl. Keep saying things and you’ll get to come,” he says as he starts lightly sucking on me. When he moves his fingers inside of me, I could cry.
“Ohhh, my God,” I whimper. He starts to stop, so I yell something else. “I’m smart! I have a master’s degree. Fuck, I wanna come…”
“One more,” he mutters against me.
“Remy,” I whimper. “I’m kind. I’m nice to everyone to a fault. Oh, my God!”
He finally sends me spiraling into an orgasm and doesn’t let up.
He is hitting every hidden spot inside me and playing me in ways I didn’t know were possible.
When he stops, I am gasping for air, trying to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” I choke out. He unties my wrists and brings me to his chest when he lies beside me.
He has his body positioned to hide the fact that he’s hard, but I know.
He’s never had someone take care of him before.
He said that he has taken my mouth in my sleep, but he’s never experienced someone giving it to him.
I should be mad. Shit, I should be furious at him.
He did far more than just take advantage of me while I was sleeping.
He drugged me and then played with me. Although I didn’t necessarily consent, I never would’ve said no.
Not to him, at least. I move up to my knees so I can face him, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“What I do best,” I say as I unbutton his pants.
“Lori…”
“Nope. Be a good boy and shut the fuck up so I can suck your cock. You can have control back after you come for me,” I say as I yank his jeans and boxers down.
I try not to react when I see his dick, but holy fuck, he is huge.
He attempts to stop me, but I grab hold of his cock and take him straight to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, fisting my hair. He doesn’t force me and lets me lead. I put my hand on the bed beside him and use the other to stroke him as I bob up and down. “Oh, Lori. Dear God, woman.”
Unlike him, I don’t tease or edge him. I get him there and push him over the edge.
When his body tenses and he groans deeply, I squeeze and massage his balls.
“Fuck, Lori!” he moans. I keep him down my throat and swallow as he comes, but I don’t stop.
He is hypersensitive, and his body jerks when I don’t stop.
He finally pulls me off him, and I laugh as he brings me up.
When I’m close enough, he grabs my face and kisses me hard.
“Good?” I ask when he has me lay my head on his chest. I hear his heart still beating fast in his chest and I laugh.
“For the record, I’ve gotten my dick sucked before but never like that,” he says.
“You have?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I’ve done a lot of things, Lori. I’ve just never fucked anyone. I do love the enthusiasm though,” he says with a grin.
“I should be mad at you,” I say.
“You should.” He gently strokes my hair and doesn’t argue.
“I should be angry because you drugged me over and over again. You used me when I couldn’t say no,” I continue.
“I did and you should be,” he says simply.
“Why did you do it?”
“I don’t know.” He is searching my face for the answer before continuing. “I’ve known for a long time that you are my forever. No matter how hard I tried to stay away and just leave you alone, I couldn’t. You consume every thought in my mind, and I am calmest when I am next to you.”
“That’s… so fucking sweet in the most psychotic way,” I say, and he laughs. “You deserve better than me, Remington.”
“There’s nothing better than perfect, Little Fawn. Your soul is home to me,” he says sweetly.
“I love you,” I say before I can talk myself out of it. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I’ve wanted you for years.”
“I love you too, Lorelei,” he says with a smile. “So fucking much.”
“What now?” I ask before rolling to my back to look at the ceiling. “Where do we go from here?”
“Why were you upset today?” he asks.
“Because I felt embarrassed for throwing myself at you like a cheap hooker.”
“If you hadn’t of been high, I would have accepted your generous offer to teach me,” he says as he rolls to me.
“What about now?” I ask.
“How do you feel?”
“Are you referring to the assault?” I ask, and he nods. “Your dick is giant, so it’s going to be a little uncomfortable either way.”
“What’s my first lesson then, teacher?” He asks as he moves on top of me and settles between my legs.
“Women can’t always go straight to fucking. Even if I want to, sometimes I need a little help getting there,” I say.
“Foreplay,” he says before kissing my neck.
“Yeah,” I choke out. I sigh when he kisses his way down my chest before lightly sucking on my nipples. He rolls the other between his index finger and thumb. I gasp and arch my back to push my breasts out.
“How am I doing?” he asks, kissing me softly.