Chapter 17

Julie

Julie walked back to her room feeling drained. Her parents had never been so overbearing. This was new. Maybe it was some kind of middle age crisis or something. They were way past middle age though. But still, what the heck was up with that.

What a waste of a perfectly good morning. She would have to call Veronica, and let her know she was coming in late.

She climbed the stairs and saw Remy standing by her door.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah."

He walked to her, opening his arms. She held him hard. She was tired of all the bullshit.

"You heard what they said?"

"Only when you started yelling."

"They're crazy."

"You should have told them who you’re dating."

She slapped his chest, "they can't ever know about this."

"We'll see what happens."

"I mean it, Remy, my dad will kill you. Really kill you, you know that."

He sighed.

"All right."

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room. She was ready to just lie down and forget about everything.

"They still want to control my life."

"They're just worried about you. It will pass."

"I'm going to a baptism tomorrow morning."

"Cool."

"With Trey."

She lay on the bed, frustrated as hell. Remy lay besides her, looking at the ceiling.

"It's not like a date or anything, right?"

"No, but my parents seem to want him for me, who knows how he's going to act."

"Just be yourself. He has to understand. I really doubt he'll cross the line with your family so close."

"You're not jealous?"

He gave her a peck on the lips.

"I'm fucking going mad with jealousy, to be honest."

"Liar."

He grabbed her hair.

"I swear. But I want you to go and show him how you belong to me."

The words made her shiver.

"So this is real. We're doing this."

"Yes."

"It's going to end up badly."

"I’ll take the risk."

"Me too."

"We will be okay."

She smiled.

"A secret relationship, then?"

"We'll see how it goes for now."

"I like it, it's so… kinky."

Her eyes narrowed, the idea didn't sound so bad after all, it was an adventure. And maybe he was right. They'd make it work.

"So," Remy said quietly, "are you gay or not?"

"Stop!" She yelled, grabbing a pillow and hitting him with it.

"You want me to prove it you?"

"Would love to."

"So soon after…"

She eyed his mid section teasingly. Remy grabbed her hand and placed it over his manhood. He was probably harder than a couple of hours ago.

"Want to go again?" He asked, jokingly, "I mean, just to be sure."

She hopped on him, still fully dressed. Rubbing her center against his rod.

"You're bad," she said.

"I'm the worst," he replied, grabbing her hair and bringing her closer to him.

He kissed her softly, differently than before. This was a boyfriend's kiss.

Boyfriend. The word almost made her laugh. It sounded so cheesy. Remy was her boyfriend.

At the same time, it sounded so great. She'd found someone she could talk to and be crazy and for some reason he brought out the best in her… along with fulfilling fantasies so dark she didn't even know she had.

She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly at first, but as soon as she saw his rock hard chest and a hint of his abs, she couldn't help herself.

She took it away as fast as she could, then touched him. He made her feel protected. He was a jealous man, she could see the small vein in his forehead swell when she told him about Trey.

"I'll give you something to remember me tomorrow," he said.

"Yes, Remy."

His cock got even harder. What kind of man could do that? Was he ever satisfied?

"I told you to be wary when you said my name," he said, "now I'll have to make you yell it."

She bit her lip, still rubbing her sex against his bulge. She didn't know she could be like this. Like a wild beast, too.

It wasn't a physical thing only, their very souls seemed to be entwined.

His hands went up and grazed her face, his eyes focused on hers. No one had ever looked at her like that. Not only full of desire, but lo—

No.

She wouldn't say it. It was so stupid. She liked him a lot. And he was the same with her. They would have to see.

"I missed you," he said, "I couldn’t be without you any longer."

She kissed him again, his mouth perfect and soft and sweet. His tongue found her and her body trembled.

He lifted her in the air for a second and then laid her on her bed. She didn't even have time to gasp.

He gave her another kiss and slid her shirt off, enjoying every second of it. She wore a black bra, sexy enough for the occasion. She changed it before dinner.

His hands explored her stomach, then her chest and arms, goose bumps filled her skin. She gasped, his hands grazed her body as if she was a fragile, precious crystal. But his eyes… they were full of intensity, his look could bring her to orgasm if he wanted to.

He undid her bra with his left hand and explored her from her thighs to her back to her neck. She was ready.

He brought her down, going over her, still kissing her. His touch began to change, from tender and careful to wild and primal. He couldn't stop himself now. She was at his mercy.

"Take me," she whispered, his hands grabbing her wrists and placing them over her head.

"Not yet," he replied, kissing and sucking and biting her breasts, sending waves of pleasure, rippling through her body.

She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure of the moment.

Where have you been my whole life?

He kept going down, now on her waist, below her navel. She didn't move her hands. She was going to be his tonight. She would surrender to his desires…

Her juices flowed like never before. The previous times they had been together were incredible. Full of passion, lust, want.

This one was different. Slower. It wasn't driven by mere lust. It was more than that. They hadn't seen each other for two days and now their bodies reacted as if it had been a lifetime.

He will be the end of me.

She knew, as he softly kissed her inner thighs, that nothing else would ever come close to this.

She moaned.

"I missed your taste," he said, his tongue rolling up and down, up and down her slit.

Remy was taking his time. Her whole body shivered once again, burning hot, driven by passion.

She was drenched, and each drop of lust between her thighs was his. Her mind was blank. The electric sensation of an orgasm built up until she was ready to explode, her moans turned into yells, louder and louder each time. He'd taken her this far, now she wanted him inside. She wanted to take him in, to feel his warm seed inside of her for a second time.

She was seconds away from orgasming.

"No," he said, "not yet."

Her heart thundered so hard in her chest. His tongue grazed her nub again, letting another moan escape her lips. This was torture.

"I'm going to make you want me all day tomorrow," he said.

Here it was, this was his revenge. He was keeping her on the edge of exploding. I'm going to go mad. But she couldn't do anything about it. She was his.

"Please," she muttered, without even wanting to.

"No."

Her body tensed, ready to finish, she just needed another—

There it was. She yelled and brought her hands to his head, grinding his face on her slit, exploding harder than ever, his mouth and tongue tasting her center and her juices and her lust.

She couldn't stop yelling, this was the hardest she'd come in her life.

When she came back from heaven, she was grinding his face on her slit. And his eyes… she couldn't decide whether they had lust in them or something else. She didn't want to admit it but this was the best one yet, and she'd given him everything she had.

Remy lifted her by the waist and placed her above him. His eyes still locked with hers.

He'd done it so easily, as if she weighted nothing. He pulled her hair back and kissed her neck.

"You're mine," he whispered, not a shred of doubt in his voice. He knew it, and she knew it too.

But she didn't reply.

"Say it."

She shook her head. She wasn't going to give say it so easily.

He tenderly moved aside and she lowered herself on the bed. A contrast to the restrained, lustful fury in his eyes. He wanted to hear her say he was her man.

Remy grabbed her wrists again and placed them below her breasts. His bulge pressed hard against the fabric of his jeans.

His cock was ready for her.

His other hand grazed her ear, her neck, her breasts. He was doing it again. For some reason, being trapped by this beast of a man drove her wild with passion.

There was nothing she could do to escape.

He took off his belt and tied her wrists with it, the high quality leather felt as if it was made for that.

"If you're not going to say you're mine, I'll make you scream it."

Her neighbors. None of them really knew her. This side of her. It was driving her crazy. It was as if she'd kept it hidden, just for it to burst out in the open just for him. Deep down, she wanted everyone to know she belonged to Remy.

His pants were off, and the sight of his cock against the thin fabric of his dark blue underwear was almost too much for her.

She couldn't believe she wanted him to take her with that giant cock. It hurt her and transformed her into what she was now. Hungry for him, all the time.

Yes, she wanted to scream his name.

He placed his shaft on her center. She closed her eyes. It was hot and big and she wanted it inside. But he just slid it around, drenching it with her juices.

His tip caressed her button for a second and she moaned. It was an involuntary reflex. Something so instinctual she couldn't control it.

He looked away, grabbed his pants and searched in his pockets.

"It's okay," she said, understanding what he was doing, "I'm on the pill."

He smiled, bringing his manhood to her center again and placing his cockhead on her entrance.

Fuck.

She was laying face up, her hands tied and her legs spread open for him. She'd wanted this since the last time they saw each other.

His cock never pulled away from her center. She was trembling again.

"You're going to say you're mine, forever," he whispered in her ear and softly slid inside of her.

She gasped, a brief flash of pain exploded in her sex, followed by the delicious feeling of Remy entering her slowly, filling her completely, it's too big.

Her muscles tensed up, taking him in.

"My God," he said, unable to hold back. This wasn't crazy sex. It was much, much more.

He turned to look at her and she knew he was hers.

He pulled back, then back in, until they found a rhythm. Until her pain morphed completely and turned into delight.

His skin rubbing against hers, hot and sweaty and rough… it stimulated every nerve in her body.

She bit her lip. Feeling him like this again made her want to cry out—

"I'm yours," he whispered, "only yours."

She didn't want to say it, but she didn't have the strength to fight against her instinct. His rock hard abs on her belly, his thick arms embracing her, his big cock going in and out of her. She was done.

"Forever," she said, "I'm yours forever."

He pulled back and started going a bit faster. She was his. He could do anything he wanted to her.

Her juices flowed like crazy, dripping down on her bed, she wouldn't have thought that was even possible.

He grunted and turned, bringing her over him in a swift move. She was now riding him, his manhood deeper than ever. Deeper than any other man had ever been.

"Yes," she blurted out, knowing that nothing else could even compare to this, as her waist moved forward and back, taking him in harder and harder every moment.

He brought his hand to her neck and she held it tight, using it as a lever to grind herself even harder on him.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and trembled.

It was a perfect image of lust, her wrists trapped, his hands on her neck, her body full of his dried seed, riding his cock. She understood now. What she thought was romantic was just as kinky as the previous times.

It was the way they felt towards each other that had changed. They had no way out of this, having surrendered to each other.

She squeezed her hands on his wrist and pushed herself harder against his cock, she wanted him to finish inside. She wanted his seed to drip out of her, to stain her bedsheets.

"I'm yours," she whispered, almost without wanting to, "I'm yours!"

He held her a bit tighter and spanked her, the bright pain in her ass made her jump and savor his thick rod as it slid in and out inside of her.

"Say it!" He ordered, and his rough voice broke her will, she couldn't resist it anymore. She was about to explode again and she only needed to say —to scream— one thing.

"I'm yours, Remy!" She yelled, then did it again, louder, she wanted everyone to know it, no more hiding it. Not here, in her house.

"I'm yours," he replied, "forever."

And that was it.

"Julie," he yelled, tightening his grip on her, bringing her over the edge, exploding at the same time, her juices mixing with his, warm and thick and full of passion.

"Forever!" She yelled with him, unable to hold back for another second, waves of pleasure ripping her apart, her scream filling the night, the quiet suburb she lived in tainted now because of her. Because of us.

When it was over, both laid in the darkness looking at each other, depleted. She knew she'd made the worst mistake of her life.

She knew falling in love with him would lead them both to their destruction.

And it was too late to turn back.