18. Scarlet

EIGHTEEN

SCARLET

Two hours later, Winnie is exhausted from her swim and sleeping under the TV that's playing Secret Life of Pets 2, and Remington is laying on my massage table, the sheet and blanket we used for modesty now tossed to the floor.

Applying pressure to his inner thigh with the heel of my palm, I make tight circles, slowly sweeping up and down, reaching higher with each rotation. He moans when I find a forming knot and begin working it loose, the sound deep, throaty, and highly arousing. Tucking my head down as I clench my thighs against the tingle in my clit, I focus a bit more pressure on the spot, making him hiss my name, his growing dick trapped inside his tight boxers catching my eye.

Moving up toward the joint and groin, I switch to using my finger tips. My breath comes in short, panting bursts, as I feel his lower body tense, give a short jerk upward, and then relax. It's the same involuntary reflex he gives me when I'm writhing in his lap while we make out.

I could get lost learning each response his body gives off under my touch. It's heady and powerful knowing I fray his restraint as easily as he does mine. That with a few well placed touches along his skin, he can become as desperate as me.

When he swears my name again, his cock jumping up and leaving a small drop of moisture in his underwear, I think I actually whimper, the urge to pull the waistband back and lick him visceral.

"Scar, baby," he rasps, hazily breaking me out of my trance, my hands having stopped working at some point. "Imma need you to distract me."

"Uh-huh," I nod, slowly tearing my gaze away from his lap. Meeting his dilated, hazel eyes, I force a swallow down my throat and re-engage my hands, closing his leg and motioning for him to roll over.

He gives me a pointed look and I quickly dart my eyes up to the ceiling knowing he needs to adjust himself, chewing on my lip as I fish around for something to talk about.

"All good," he murmurs at the same time I say, "So I've been thinking."

While I take a couple pumps of oil and warm it in my hands, he prods, "Go on."

"You know how I read a lot of romance books?" I ask, starting at his shoulders.

"Yeah, you and your thing for catchers," he attempts to laugh.

Applying a little extra pressure until he apologizes for teasing me, I say, "Well, they have what we call spice."

"Spice?"

"Smut."

"Still not following."

"Sex," I nearly shout, suddenly embarrassed. "They have sex scenes, spicy, hot, panty melting, sex scenes."

Stretching his arms over the table as I stand in front of him and start on his shoulders, Remington drags his calloused palms up and down the back of my thighs, sending a hot quiver through my pussy.

"Okay, so you read spicy books. What about it?"

I stutter as his fingers caress the line right under my butt, my thighs caught between opening for him and clenching against the rush of arousal threatening to leak out of me.

"Well, I sometimes get really, really turned on while reading and masturbate to the scenes. Which got me thinking… Oh fuck," I moan as his hands reach for my inner thighs, his thumbs massaging me, my back curling and fingers digging into him.

"That's it, baby girl. Mark my back," he drawls, praising, "Good girl," as I rake my nails along his muscles, drawing red lines.

Extracting my nails from him, I hastily step back, his lust suddenly dampening as he sits up.

"Scarlet, did I?—"

"Nope!" I cry. "Nope, you didn't do anything. I just…" shifting my weight, I swear under my breath and throw out, "Fuck Remi, I'm really horny. Like all the time. I'm constantly having to get my toys out and get myself off and I would really, really like to start doing that with you instead of alone."

"Okay baby, all you have to do is tell me."

"That's just it," I say, taking another step back as he gets off the table and retrieves the sheet, tying it around his waist as if that's going to get my mind off wanting his dick. "I want to try letting you have full control." Pointing to my Kindle, I explain, "I downloaded a number of books with my favorite scenes and highlighted the things I find particularly arousing. Things I want to try, kinks I want to discuss and experiment with, and stuff I think I would be comfortable with you doing without us having to talk about it or you announcing each move before it happens. I'm not made of glass, and while I don't know what will spook me, I want you to give me more of that," I say, swirling my finger in the air in his direction.

"More of what?" he asks. "I just want to be sure we're on the same page and then yes, I'll read whatever you want me to."

Glancing at the floor, I whisper, "More of how you told me what to do and guided me, praised me, said, ‘good girl' when I pleased you…"

"I can do that," he nods, his earlier concern melting away and an almost wolfish glint coming to his eyes.

Smiling, I murmur, "Okay. My Kindle is um, on the table over there," I point. "I'm going to go upstairs to our shower and uh, yeah…"

Turning on my heel so quickly my sneaker squeaks, I run. I run up the stairs to the main floor and up still to the master suite. I don't stop until I'm wrenching open my night stand and digging through the satin pouches that house the individual toys I brought with me.

Following The Incident, my therapy had been two fold. First the coping, processing, and healing part. Then the sexual part. Because of what happened, Christy was very adamant that to fully move on and not be held back, I had to learn to reprogram my brain and body to enjoy sexual pleasure under the right circumstances. It had been infinitely more difficult than the other exercises we went through, and more than once I had been ready to quit.

However, eventually it started to work. I found a safe space in graduating from young adult romance novels to big girl books, the Woman in Peril trope being a personal favorite at the start for obvious reasons. Reading the stories of women, even if fictional, overcoming the trauma inflicted upon them by their abusers and not just living, but prospering and finding new and healthy love, was empowering and gave me the hope and confidence I needed to further dive into Christy's homework assignments for me.

Thus began my very spicy books and rather large toy collection. Clit suckers, bullet vibrators, Rabbits, traditional dildos, knotting dildos, anal plugs, I have it all. Including my second favorite toy that I purchased in order to live out my favorite kink—one I hope doesn't send Remi for the hills when he reads about it—my ejaculating dildo.

I can't really explain it. But when I read my first breeding scene, it made me so aroused I was slipping my fingers under my dress and pushing my panties aside while turning the pages back to read the scene again without any conscious thought. Now, imagining the feeling of someone's cum, Remington's cum, inside me is that thing that gets me over the cliff every single time. And thinking of the risks associated with it when everything else in my life is orderly and free of risk, the image of me pregnant and him unable to keep his hands off of me, hearing him tell me he's going to fuck me until I'm round with his child so every one knows who I belong to, it makes me wet and desperate every time.

Finding the teal bag that's hardly longer than my palm, I take it into the bathroom with me, peeling my leggings and sport tank off as I go. Once there, I get the shower turned on and begin unpacking my toy and its attachments at the sink. Humming as I measure and mix the sticky substance, I put the syringe in and fill it up, attaching the tube to the bottom.

Then looking at myself in the mirror, I cup my breasts and start to play with my nipples. Rolling, pinching, pulling. I feel each touch slide down my spine and connect to my clit like hot liquid, Remi's name a soft prayer on my lips.

It's not long before I start reaching for my pussy, my fingers eager to feel the source of the slick currently sticking to the top of my thighs. My first caress is feather light, my body excitedly jumping as I whimper from the touch.

Circling my entrance, I bring my arousal up to the swollen bundle of nerves and begin lazily petting it. As it grows erect and my eyes turn heavy, I reach for the dildo, beginning to walk over to the shower.

Inside, I suction the toy's base to the built in bench and exchange my hand for humping the shaft until my cunt is gliding along the silicone with ease.

Turning around, I widen my stance, holding it in place as I start to work the flared head inside me. Moaning as I lower inch-by-inch, I miss the sound of Remington stepping into the shower until I'm fully seated on my toy, my eyes locked with his as I say his name.

"If I'm overstepping?—"

"Stay," I nearly purr, rising up and slowly dropping back down, rubbing my clit and nipple simultaneously. "Watch me, Remi, please."

Leaning against the steam covered glass, his cock fucking his hand at the same easy pace I use the toy, he growls, "Then show me how you get yourself off, baby girl. And do not push that plunger. From here on out, the only cum allowed in your cunt is mine."

Biting down on my lip to stifle my ensuing keen, I start rubbing and fucking faster, nodding my head and releasing my lip when he coaxes, "Be as loud as you want; I want my ears ringing with your screams. Is this what you want, Scar? You want me to watch you as you get yourself off?"

"Yes," I moan, the ridges of the dildo's shaft stroking my g-spot.

"You want me to watch you and wish it was my tongue on you? My fingers inside you? My cock stretching your sweet little cunt?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I pant, picking up speed.

With the ridges rubbing along my front wall, my finger circling and pressing on my clit, and Remington's gaze fixated on where the toy is sinking in and out of my pussy as he pumps his dick, I'm so close, my filter completely gone from the heat of the moment as I beg, "I want your cum. Please Daddy, I'll be so good."

Standing up and striding over, his cock reaching for his naval as he goes, he stops before me, a finger under my chin as he tilts my gaze up to him.

"Is that who I am? Am I your Daddy now?"

"Yes."

"And you love being Daddy's good girl, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Because you know you'll only get my cum if you listen to me, right?"

Biting my lip over my whine, I nod my head, making an unintelligible sound in the affirmative.

"Good," he praises, petting my wet hair. "Now stand."

I don't hesitate. The moment the words leave his mouth, I let the toy slip free and rise.

"Such a good girl," he coos, yanking the dildo free. Tossing it to the side where it lands with a wet smack, he says, "You won't need that one any more," taking its place on the bench.

Reclining back into the small alcove, he fists his cock, pumping up and down, wrist twisting as he reaches the head, the movement hypnotic and something I'm committing to memory. Patting a spot beside his spread thigh, he instructs, "Foot here," adding, "I'm not gonna touch you, baby girl, not yet. But I want to watch you come and when you do, I'm goin' to paint this pretty little pussy with my seed." Nodding, my brow pinched, I lean forward and rest my hand above his head, bringing my breasts closer to him as I find my balance. Then reaching between my thighs, I sink in one finger, then a second, curling and stroking as I work them in and out, my thumb strumming my clit.

"So fuckin' pretty. Look at how pink and puffy you are. I bet you taste so good."

Pulling my fingers out, I hold them up to his lips in offer. A short sigh escapes me as he opens and sucks my fingers in. I can feel the vibration of his moan as his tongue swirls around and between, chasing every drop of my arousal. Letting me go with a pop, he licks his lips and says, "I can't wait to have more."

Returning, I waste no time working myself up to the edge. This close, I can feel Remington's short breath glide across my nipples. His exhale becomes my inhale, my moans an echo to the grunts coming from his chest. His pace matches mine, working faster and faster as our bodies grow taut with expectation.

Reaching out, he spreads his large palm over my lower abdomen and with shining, determined eyes, heatedly promises, "I'm gonna put my baby in here."

And that's it. That one sentence is all I need to tip over the edge. I come in a rush, my pussy clamping down on my fingers, fruitlessly milking them to force the fulfillment of his promise. My back bows under the flooding release of built up pressure, his name a hoarse shout as I ride my hand through each crashing wave, my thighs trying to snap closed but the urge to please him and let him see each pulse and convulsion far stronger.

"So beautiful, baby girl," he coos. "So perfect." Sitting up, his hand moving faster, he asks, "Are you ready for Daddy?"

"Yes," I cry.

"Say please."

"Please, give me your cum. I want your baby," I plead.

"So sweet. Move your hand, baby."

Quick to comply, I slip my fingers out and move them to spread myself for him. The first shot of his cum is hot and thick, the feeling so euphoric, I'm leaning forward and plunging my tongue into his mouth as more comes, his sounds and mine getting lost between.

Pulling back as he starts to pant, Remington brings our foreheads together, the both of us looking down at the mess we've made.

Kissing my cheek as he huffs out another breath and says, "You're fuckin' perfect you know that, Scarlet? God, that was the hottest thing I've ever done. You're gonna ruin me."

Seeing the first drop hit the tile and start to wash away, I pout.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Not answering, I scoop my fingers over my sensitive cunt and as he's about to protest, I push it inside me, whispering, "For safekeeping," before lowering my foot and placing my knees on either side of him. Sitting back on his thighs so his dick rests between us, I drape my arms around his neck and lazily kiss him along his hairline, jaw, and down to his neck where I bite and murmur, "Mine."

"Yeah baby girl, all yours," he chuckles, pulling me in closer. "All yours."