20. Scarlet

TWENTY

SCARLET

"Remington, I'm close," I breathlessly pant, sweat misting my skin as I start to crest, only for him to pull the bullet vibrator away from my clit again. Letting out a sob as I start to come back down, I plead, "I don't think I can take much more."

"You can, baby girl," he growls, before removing my hands from where they're locked behind his head. Licking up a bead of sweat as it rolls down my shoulder, he commands, "You can and you will." Then, at odds with the dominant side he brought out this morning when he woke up to me using the toy on my clit while reading next to him in bed, he gently lifts my silk bound wrists, kissing the bow that keeps me bound and checks in, "Are you still doing okay?"

Turning my cheek to reach where he sits with me cradled between his legs, I kiss the corner of his mouth and assure him.

"Yeah, I'm good. Keep going."

At my words, he tucks his tenderness away and flexes his thighs that are bracketed over my own. Stretching his hips, he uses his hold on my body to pull my legs wider, further exposing my glistening pussy to the standing mirror he moved from the corner of our room to the foot of the bed.

"Put your arms back around me." Following his command, he gently grips my chin to make sure I'm looking at him in the mirror and praises, "You're being such a good girl for me. Look how pretty you are spread out and waiting for me to use. Your cunt is practically begging for my cock, isn't it, baby?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Is that what you want, Scar? You're desperate for my cock? Is that why you were playing with my pussy this morning?"

"Oh God, yes. Please, fuck me," I cry as he circles the vibrator around my stiff nipple before snaking it down my sternum and stomach.

I can feel the dark chuckle that leaves Remington along my back, the sound beginning to short circuit what's left of my brain cells. Hand around my throat, he elongates my neck so my head falls back on his shoulder as he purrs in my ear, "That's right, baby. I am your fuckin' God. Now seek your absolution and come for me." He cups my pussy so the bullet is pressed from my clit to my opening with the highest setting turned on.

At the onslaught of sensation, I scream a string of profanities, my body arching against him and pulling at the points where he holds me. I'm so sensitive from being worked to the edge over and over again that the relentless vibration is almost painful, but the sharp kiss of overstimulation only serves to further heighten my desperate arousal. I sob and cry, tears rolling down my cheeks as the muscles deep within me rapidly begin to tighten.

My slick fluid is leaking into his hand as my pussy clenches with the need to be filled. I'm close, the build up to teetering on the edge having taken mere seconds this time. But unlike the previous rounds of edging, my release is now remaining stubbornly elusive.

"Remi… please… I need… I need more," I babble, not sure I can take another second of my nerves being dialed in at an eleven.

"Do you trust me?"

"Oh God, yes!" I shout without hesitation.

Kissing the side of my face, he says, "Good." Then he gives my throat a faint squeeze that has me whimpering for more before letting me go, prompting him to promise, "Next time, baby."

Switching which hand is holding my toy of pleasure and torture to me, Remington reaches the fingers soaked with my wetness past my cunt. I see it in the mirror before I feel it and with my inhibitions lost in the wind, I eagerly plead, "Daddy, please. I love it," doing my best to relax my body against the tautly wound tension of my desperation.

"Then you better plan on me taking this ass too, baby girl," he responds, pressing against me.

His touch alone is enough to ratchet me up another level. The moan that the feel of his finger draws out of me is long and husky. But when he circles his finger around to spread my wetness and begins to push, I lose it. I use what little movement his hold grants me to bare down, hearing his short grunt as he buries his face in my neck, peppering me with sweet kisses. Yet another tick added to my flooded senses.

"Fuck, I can't wait to have all of you, Scar. I promise, I'm going to lo–" the rest of what Remi says is lost to my scream as his finger goes inside me and I shatter.

My vision dances with spots. My breath comes in short pants of his name and unintelligible sounds of gratitude. My tears flow even more freely as the tension slowly seeps from my muscles. My body clenches around that single finger as he pumps it in, out, and in again, each time giving me more. I'm shaking as my pussy convulses and I squirt, soaking the sheets beneath me, making him swear with reverence as he watches it all happen in the mirror. And still, he fucks my ass with that single finger while keeping the bullet against me, drawing the longest orgasm of my life out into repeatedly crashing waves, only beginning to work me down once my thighs start to fight him in a bid to close against the growing sensitivity.

Once I'm calm and in a languid heap, laying against him and floating through a warm, airy space in my head, Remington releases my legs and pulls my arms free from around his neck. Untying my hands, he lets the silk ribbon flutter to the floor and kisses my cheek before getting up. Distantly I hear the water running, but a moment later he's back, his hands smelling of the apple vanilla soap I put in the bathroom yesterday. Before I can say anything, a cool towel is caressed up each of my thighs before coming to rest between my legs.

"Come here, baby," he gently coos, scooping me up in his arms as he settles back against the headboard. A second hand towel is lovingly wiped along my hairline, my cheeks, and my neck, all the while with Remington softly praising, "You did so good. I'm so proud of you. You're absolutely perfect, baby girl."

Hardly able to do more than mumble and lazily kiss the air in his direction as my eyes grow heavy, he coaxes, "Have some water for me first, Scar," bringing the tumbler I brought to bed last night to my lips. "Good girl." Kissing the top of my head and bringing the sheet and duvet over my body to banish the chill I'm only just beginning to register, he hums, "Sleep, baby girl. I've got you." His arms wrap around me as I curl up on my side, covered and protected by the man I think I'm in love with.