Chapter Nine #3
“Fuck no. You are not getting out of this that easily,” I say as I sit up.
He goes to sit up with me, but I move to straddle his body while he is still naked, and I don’t have panties on.
He groans and rubs his hands down his face, but I grab his wrists and lay his hands on my thighs.
“I am the only one who gets to decide what hurts and what doesn’t.
Not you. Not Cam. Not Tris. If I had a problem with what you did, it wouldn’t take much to get Cam to handle it.
When those men hurt me, I may have not fought them, but I spoke up.
Not everyone has that ability, but I do.
I did it as a teen, and I am doing it now. ”
“I understand, Lorelei,” he says simply.
“You’re just saying that so I’ll shut up,” I say with a frown. I yelp when he grabs me by the throat and pulls me down for a kiss. I relax and move my hands to the bed to support myself.
“I’m conflicted because I know I should feel bad, but I don’t,” he explains. “I knew you’d be consenting, but I still took advantage of you. That should eat me alive, but it doesn’t. That makes me no better than the men who hurt you in that room.”
“Those men,” I say as I shift my hips and slowly lower onto his cock, filling myself inch by inch.
“Only cared about their pleasure. Not mine. Theirs. They didn’t take the time to get me off…
No, they fucked me and found pleasure in my pain.
Does the thought of me sobbing while you fuck me make you want to fuck me harder? ”
“No,” he groans.
“Then just shut the fuck up about it and do what you did to me all of those times you came into this room and played with me while I slept,” I say, slowly moving my hips.
“Fuck, Lori,” he groans. “I’m going to kick your little ass for topping.”
“Do it, Remington. Where is that man who throat-fucked me in my sleep?” I ask. “Hmm?”
“I can’t. Cam is here…”
“Well then, you better learn how to get me to shut the fuck up or I am not stopping,” I warn. “I will fucking edge you until you break.”
“Why, Lori?” he groans. I can see it on his face that he wants to.
“You tore yourself in half, Remy. Part of you, everyone else saw, but the other side hid in this room with me while I slept. I want to meet him. I want to meet the man who claims to own me,” I say.
I tighten my pussy around his cock, and his eyes roll back.
I take all of him and stay seated on him.
“You have two fucking choices here, Remy. You can either let me see the real you, or I’m in charge.
You come when I tell you to come. You get on your fucking knees for me when I tell you to.
If you don’t want to dominate me, then I will happily take you down a few fucking notches.
You think I am above tying you to this bed and making you come so many times that you beg me to stop?
Eventually, you’ll come dry and there wouldn’t be a goddamn thing you can do about it.
How hard do you think you’ll come for me when I have your cock in a sucking machine while I fuck your ass with a dildo cast from your dick?
Please… try me. See how fucking far that will get you.
I live to make grown men cry and you are not a fucking exception. ”
Remy’s eyes are darkened, and his teeth are gritted. He’s pissed off and seconds from breaking. I want to draw out the side of him that spent all of that time with me. I know Remy, but I want to meet my guardian.
“Have it your way,” I laugh. I start to move off him, and he breaks.
All of a sudden, Remy flips us. He lays his hand over my mouth and slams into me so hard that a scream rips from my throat, but he doesn’t stop.
After a second, he brings my legs to his shoulders and leans into me so he can wrap his hands around my throat as he pounds into me.
I can’t breathe, but he doesn’t give a fuck.
I wanted to meet this side, and now I am.
Every minute or so, he lets me breathe, but he never slows down or gives me any reprieve from fucking me hard and deep.
“You are my fucking toy to break, Little Fawn,” he growls. “Mine. I fucking own you, this cunt, and every fucking breath you take. You wanted this so badly, well here the fuck I am, baby. You will never escape me; not even in death.”
It feels as though he is fucking the soul out of my body. Everything feels like one giant orgasm. My body is tense and I am shaking violently as my arousal floods out of me every time I come.
“Oh my God,” I choke out when he abruptly stops without coming and uncovers my mouth.
“Don’t forget you asked for this, Lori,” he says as he pulls my arms up and ties them to the headboard with his belt. With one knee beside my head, his other foot flat on the bed and his hands fisting my hair, he shoves his cock down my throat.
This man starts throat-fucking me far faster than anyone has ever done to me.
I, for whatever reason, start fighting and thrashing under him, but it only makes him groan and go faster, deeper.
When I get myself to stop fighting, I suck hard.
Remy lets out a delicious moan from deep in his chest, and I can feel how his cock pulsates in my throat as he starts to fall.
“Fuuuuck, yes. Swallow me… Fuck, just like that. Good girl. Yes,” he moans.
“Well damn, Remy,” I pant. He unties my arms before leaning down to get in my face.
“The next time you try to top me, I’m taking your ass. No mercy. No holding back. You want to be a bratty little shit, fine. You want to meet the man in me that should fucking terrify you, fine . You’ve got no goddamn idea what you’ve released, Lori,” he growls in my face.
“I’ve set you free,” I say with a soft smile. “You don’t have to hide who you are with me anymore.”
Instead of responding, he kisses me and brings himself down to lay his head on my chest. I can feel it in his body that he needs comfort, but has no idea how to ask for it.
Has anyone ever comforted this man? Something tells me that he is just as broken as I am.
I pull him up so I can lay his head between my breasts and gently run my fingers through his hair.
He slides his hand up my shirt and cups my breast and relaxes into me.
I have tears rolling down my face as I realize that someone has hurt him badly for him to be this broken.
When his breathing evens out, and he falls asleep in my arms, I manage to get the blanket over our lower half just as Cam peeks his head in. I am trying to sniff back my tears so my crying doesn’t wake Remy, but it fucking hurts to know I can’t take away his pain.
“Hey, I thought I heard your sniffling,” Cam says softly. He sits beside me and looks at Remy for a moment.
“Someone hurt him,” I say quietly.
“Did he tell you?”
“No,” I say. “I just know. I can recognize brokenness, because I am just as broken. Who hurt him?”
“His mom,” Cam says.
“Maggie?” I ask, shocked, and he nods. “From the time he was about twelve until he was sixteen, she raped and beat him. He had bruises, but they stayed hidden by clothing.”
“You were over there a lot…”
“I was,” he says, watching my face.
“She hurt you too, didn’t she?”
“Yeah. She’d drug him every night practically. He was aware, but too weak to move. She’d ride him and just repeatedly make him come. She said it was to teach him how to be a better lover.”
“That’s fucking awful,” I say. “Did she…”
“I made the decision to stay with him as much as I could so that he wasn’t alone,” he explains.
“When I was there, I got the same treatment. I was groggy, but I remember most of it. I remember once when I was sixteen… She focused on him for so long that he passed out. She got to me, and the drugs were wearing off.”
“Uh oh…”
“Mmm. Yeah, uh-oh for her,” he says. “When she got on top of me, I snapped. I grabbed her by the hair and slung her down to the bed. He woke up about the time I put her face in a pillow and fucked her ass while she screamed and begged for mercy. I was fucking her dry, and I was fueled by rage and whatever the fuck she gave us. She bled and sobbed, but I didn’t stop.
Eventually I switched and fucked her vaginally, and again…
I didn’t stop. I was so fucking angry for him.
I didn’t care that she hurt me too because I know it brought him comfort to not be alone anymore…
When I finished, I flipped her over and got in her face.
I told her if she ever touched him again, I’d fucking kill her.
I told her she was going to sign the paper to let him start college with me, since we graduated early, and she’d never speak to him again…
I cleaned up, packed his shit, and brought him to the house.
The next day, she signed the papers, and we started college a month later. ”
“Jesus…” I say.
“He has never spoken about it since and he’s not seen her since that night,” Cam adds. “He found a lot of comfort in you, and I knew a long time ago that someday you two would be together… When you were raped in high school, it hurt him a lot. I think that’s when he really got attached to you.”
“Is that why he did the things to me that he did?” I ask.
“I don’t know what specifically he did to you,” he says.
“From what I am gathering, he would drug my tea at night and wait until I fell asleep. He sometimes would get himself off by hand or orally, but he mostly just got me off, I think. I know he never fucked me,” I say.
“All he ever knew was abuse,” Cam says. “I’m not saying what he did was right because I did the same shit to Tris. Hell, I am probably more traumatized by that than I realized until you called me out for it. Remy is a good guy with a good heart. I think the two of you can heal together.”
“So… I was trying to get him to break and show me the part of him that he was when he would visit me at night… I might have threatened to tie him down and make him come without mercy,” I say, and Cam chuckles.
“How’d that go for you?”
“Uh… Violently,” I smile. “I got what I wanted and deserved.”
“I am guessing you think you triggered him?”
“He looked mad…”
“Honey, you are a brat. A giant one,” Cam says.
“I know my best friend, and I know my little sister. You push and push until you get what you want, but it’s never unreasonable.
It’s never for your benefit, either. If you had triggered him, he wouldn’t have fucked you; he would have told you.
Remington has a voice, just like you do.
Have faith that if you cross a line, he will speak up. ”
“I love him… so much, Cam,” I say.
“I know you do,” Cam says. “I told Mom and Dad, by the way.”
“Oh?” I ask. “What did they say?”
“Mom cried. Dad was pretty quiet. I asked their thoughts, and they said they didn’t care that you were working at the club or even that you consented to doing extra. They were more so just upset you got hurt… I told them you quit, and they were happy about that.”
“So, they aren’t disappointed?”
“No, Lorelei,” he says. “No one is or ever has been disappointed in you.”
“Good,” I sigh. “He’s holding my boob, and it’s low-key adorable.”
“Boobs are comforting,” Cam shrugs. “You should get some sleep.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Thank you for checking on me.”
“You are welcome,” he says. “Please don’t fuck in my office. Keep it to yours.”
“We’ll see,” I say with a grin. “Goodnight, Cam.”
“Night, sis,” he laughs as he leaves the room and shuts the door.
“We can fight our demons together, Remy,” I say, kissing the top of his head and closing my eyes. “We never have to be alone again.”
Remy doesn’t say anything, but I know he was awake for most of that. He simply slides his arm under my back so he can squeeze my body against his. He settles again, and this time, we both drift off to sleep.