“Tell me,” he whispers harshly.
“You know I can’t.”
“You can’t… or you won’t?” he asks as he flicks the black circular cap on the flat end and fires it up.
“What does it matter?” I ask, and I know by the mean smirk playing about his mouth that we both hear the edge of desperation in my voice.
“Oh but it does matter, Cara.” And then he pins my thigh open with his heavy leg when I move to clench mine together. Rick places the buzzing tip of my slim purple vibrator against my clit, and the pressure against my already sensitive place has me rushing over the edge and screaming as I do.
I struggle to slow my heart and suck in some desperately needed oxygen. My muscles ache deliciously, and I know I will feel Rick everywhere come tomorrow morning. I watch with nervous excitement as he kneels between my thighs and rolls a condom down his hard length, gripping himself forcefully in his tight fist.
“Tell me, Cara,” he demands as he drapes my thighs over his and touches the tip of his cock against my opening. “Tell me what I want to know.”
“No,” I whisper, and then he plunges in deep.
My already swollen pussy makes the feel of him deep inside me so much more. Deeper, harder, fuller. It hurts and feels life-altering all at the same time. He closes his eyes tightly for a second as he struggles to get his own body under control, a move I have watched him make time and time again. And then he opens his eyes, and the dark-chocolate brown burns me where I lay.
“Tell me,” he says again, and again, I deny him the answers he so desperately wants, but it’s for his own good I turn him down.
“No.”
“Wrong answer,” Rick growls, and then he cranks up the intensity of the vibrator and places it to my clit as he starts to move.
“Rick,” I pant.
“Tell me why you left,” he demands as he pumps into my body over and over, the vibration burning deliciously against my overly sensitized clit.
“I-I-I can’t,” I stammer as he burns me higher and higher toward a climax so intense I’m not sure I can survive it.
“Yes, you can,” he growls. “Tell me.”
“I-I-I—”
“You what?” I’m so close I can’t think straight. I think Rick knows this, because he tosses my vibrator to the floor, leaning over me, changing his angle and depth. My breath seizes in my lungs. I couldn’t answer coherently if I wanted to as he picks up the pace. “Tell me.”
“I-I-I—” I start and then stop to pull on my tether and arch my back to meet his thrusts.
“Yes!” he calls out, and I’m so close. I couldn’t stop, even if I tried.
“I did it for you!” I shout as he plunges in again and again. “I did it to protect you.”
“What the fuck?” he shouts and pulls out of me, looming over me, and I realize what I’ve done. What I’ve said and revealed. And I begin to thrash in my panic.
“Let me go!” I scream as tears burn down my cheeks.
“Never,” he whispers, but he still begins to untie me. My leggings are gone, and my hands burn as the circulation starts to flow better again. Rick takes my hand in his and massages it as the blood flows freely again, but I snatch my hand back.
“No!” I shout and scramble to the other side of the bed and away from him. I see the hurt flash across his face before he masks it. “This was a mistake.”
“Don’t say that,” he says as he stands up to walk around the bed to me.
“This is always a mistake,” I tell him sadly. “I think you should go now.”
“I can’t stay away from you,” he growls.
“I guess you’ll just have to try harder.”
“I mean it, Cara,” he says, and his voice rumbles with barely restrained anger. And that’s okay. It’s great, even, because I can deal with anger. I have some of my own stored up too. Anger for our situation, anger for the fact that I’m all alone in my misery, that I have to be the bad guy over and over again. I’m even angry we both didn’t get that last orgasm, and it hurts. “I can’t stay away, and neither can you.”
