Tricking Astrid (ch 16)

Remy knew Astrid was in the bedroom, next to the bed. He could see her shadow. The sweet girl thought she could hide when she'd trapped herself in in the corner? Not playing around, he swiftly walked over to where she crouched. Astrid let out a gasp at his approach, too late getting up.

"Watch where you step, baby!" she shouted.

Remy started, realizing he had stepped into a coil of a belt loop. She tugged, unbalancing him, and he fell backward. The surprise on Remy's face was priceless as he waved his arms to no avail. He smacked his head on the floor. Astrid went to leap over his prone form, but even though dazed, reached upward, catching her legs. She fell sideways against the bed frame.

"That hurt," he growled, getting pissed now realizing how tricky she'd been at catching him unaware. This woman was amazing.

Astrid kicked his jaw with her foot. The other he had secured in his hand as she writhed her body towards to mattress. Although the back of his head and jaw throbbed, he was harder than ever.

"Let go!" she gasped, kicking without aim as she desperately tried to crawl across the bed.

He used her legs to get up from the floor, letting her struggle, pushing her back down. At least her legs stayed away from his sensitive parts. She took his threat seriously, so why shouldn't she fight? Remy got off on seeing Astrid so fierce.

Astrid turned, seeing he was intending on pinning her down. Already, he had one leg awkwardly positioned as he tried to do the same to other by pinching it. She swung her hand out, which he saw in time to avoid. Remy laughed, really enjoying her zest. Making a nasty face, she swung again, so he grabbed her wrist, back-slapping her with the other.

Astrid's head snapped back, and she groaned, rolling her head slowly forward. Remy became even more hard-handed as she tried to focus. Taking her legs so they spread outside of his, he wrapped the belt until her wrist was bound palm to palm.

"Stop that!" she tried to scratch his face, but he jerked back, "Fuck you! You're just mad I tripped your ass. Maybe I should have hit you harder."

Her words obliterated his willingness to let her off easy. Remy smacked her left cheek, infuriating her further. "You like it," he panted, towering over her, "Tell me you like it."

"No," Astrid whimpered, "I don't. I don't! Let me go, you asshole! Don't touch me!"

Did she mean it? The scared look on her face, made Remy reconsider his own fear of Astrid besting him. Remy saw the lustful undertone in her eyes though. The wetness of them.

"Are you going to cry?" His tone was threatening, one hand on her slender neck, "Are you going to cry, Astrid?"

She refused to answer, wet eyes glaring up at him, glistening in the moonlight. Astrid turned him on to no end, looking so venerable. Remy kissed her soft lips, bringing the weight of his body down on hers. She did not respond, showing any outward sign of being scared, turned on or hurt. Remy had never thought Astrid could be so tough.

She continued to amaze him.

"Baby," he groaned, tightening his grip, "You are so fucking sexy. I could fuck you like this day and night. All days of the week. Do you feel the adrenaline?"

She did. Oh, how she felt it coursing through her, "Stop."

Remy gave her a ludicrous look, "Why? Baby, you play so well. Better than I imaged. Kiss me."

She turned her head when he lowered his lips. He constricted her airway, hoping to crush her resistance, chuckling when her legs flailed uselessly. His hard-on was painful as she turned red.

"Yes," he hissed, loving the way her eyes pleaded, "Do you want me, baby? I'll fuck you soon."

Relenting his grip, Astrid gulped in the air. He placed his mouth on her sweaty breast, licking the nipples as she calmed down.

"Remy," she whimpered, "Please... stop."

Once more, Remy squeezed her larynx. The panic in her eyes was beautiful as he stared down. Biting his lip, trying not to come as big, fat tears rolled from pretty brown eyes he whispered, "Oh, yeah. Are you going to tell me to stop again? Are you?" she flailed below as he shouted, "Are you going to let me do whatever I want?"

When Remy let go of her neck, she coughed trying to take in the air, and he flipped her over onto her belly. With her concentrating on breathing, she didn't tell him to stop. Placing his hands on her hips, he yanked her onto her knees, forcing Astrid to lean forward with bound hands.

"Astrid," he cooed, running a hand up and down her spine, "Tell me you want me."

Coughing, scratching her hands on the floor, Astrid remained mute. He waited, then when she remained silent, slapped her ass hard. "Tell me you want me!" he shouted.

Astrid let out a whimper, but wouldn't speak. He spanked the other cheek, seeing his hand print. She yelped, falling forward, trying to wiggle away, but Remy took hold once more, dragging her back.

Remy had never been this excited before, even on the job. Astrid was one hell of a fighter. How could she continue to resist his orders?

Astrid grunted as Remy hurt her and the way he'd squeezed her throat frightened her to no end. The look on his face while doing it was murderous as if intending on compressing until she blacked out. Even worse was, the intense hunger she had for his body.

Astrid hadn't expected this type of violence from either of them. She was glad to have gotten a few licks in when able. Remy was much stronger and skilled at this sort of game. Was it a game?

Now, as she whimpered, being dragged back to where he wanted her, she found her voice. The pain in her throat made her voice raspy was he breathed heavily behind her, fingernails digging into her flesh like little knives. "I don't want you," she whispered, with eyes tightly closed.

She tensed, expecting a viscous wallop. All she could hear was his intense, rapid breathing. He stayed still, holding her hips.

Then he moved.

Remy was not gentle when using his fingers to part her butt cheeks before shoving his dripping prick deep into it. The painful yell she gave at the abrupt entrance only made him grin. She tried to jerk away, but he shoved her head down onto the floor.

Astrid screamed as he forced his way in and out of her tight ass. He was so lost in the sensation that the screams weren't registering.

"Stop!" she shouted, "Remy! You're hurting me!"

He shoved her down, putting one knee up for better leverage. He throbbed, grew and fucked her ass thinking now she knew. Now she would always remember how he could take her unlike anyone else. As Remy came, he lowered his teeth to her lower right shoulder blade sinking them in. He marked her perfect creamy skin so when Calder went to touch his girl again he would see REMYS teeth marks. Astrid didn't struggle. Did nothing but lay there.

Astrid felt as though she was being ripped open. The searing fluid of him blasted away anymore protest as she gasped open-mouthed, body shaking as he pummeled her. Never had she felt such pain and Remy seemed to go on forever.

When he had nothing left of the seed he'd saved just for her, he untied her wrist. She continued to lay flat, eyes glassy, distant. Worried, Remy softly brushed her hair away from her face.

"Astrid?" he whispered, "Astrid, are you alright? Baby, I was just playing. Did I hurt you too badly? Astrid!"

Continuing to ignore Remy, the pain slowly subsided, but the memory didn't. How could she go on with Remy if he intended on marking her so brutally? He had bitten her for one reason. Even though Remy looked concerned when she, at last, sat up, it did not ease the tension between them.

"Astrid," he spoke softly, "Please don't look at me like that. I thought we were having fun, baby. Did I hurt you?"

Rubbing her wrist, seeing the indentations on the skin said, "I'm fine. Just sore."

Remy looked relieved, "I didn't mean to be so rough. You... bring it out in me I guess."

Every muscle hurt when she moved, especially when talking. How she must look! What sort of lasting bruises would she have this time? Remy looked away as she shakily stood up. His face seemed regretful. Good. He shouldn't have been so damn violent.

After entering the bathroom, she closed and locked the door. Avoiding the mirror she cleaned up. Lord, how he had torn into her! A sudden realization came to her as she cleaned her backside that he had saved himself for her, even with clients. He had purposely waited.

She left the bathroom and silently joined Remy in bed where he snuggled up. She had to let his roughness go. Had to. Remy didn't mean to hurt her? Right?

The Next Day

The next morning Remy made Astrid an omelet with toast and they sat in the kitchen talking like they used to do. She felt calmer about what had transpired the previous night.

Afterward, Astrid showered, glad to see no bruising on her face but her throat looked odd with three visible finger marks. Shrugging it off because Remy had promised he'd never behave like that again, no matter how excited he got, she put on makeup to cover them.

Remy asked if she'd like to come to his place. She declined. So, then he asked if she'd come over LATER. Arlo was having a small get-together that night. She hesitated then agreed.

Remy kissed her sweetly, then left. Astrid sat on her couch for a while thinking. The house was so quiet she wanted doze.

Why couldn't Remy make love to her? Would she even want Remy if he were a gentle lover? She remembered when he'd tried to be tamer, after roughing her up the first time. The sex had lacked something until he'd added a little harshness. She had told him she was used to rough love.

Her last boyfriend, Abner, hadn't even bothered to care what kind of sex Astrid preferred. He was a self-indulgent asshole who'd made Astrid fuck him whenever and wherever with a look. Was Remy any better? Was Calder? Abner hadn't told Astrid he liked her or she meant anything all to him. Looking back, she didn't even know why the hell she'd allowed Abner to treat her so coldly. He wasn't even cute. But then why did these gorgeous men like her when Abner hadn't?

Astrid stretched out like a cat on the worn sofa, her thoughts on Abner. The question of why a red-neck Hotel maintenance supervisor, like Abner, could let Astrid go when Calder and Remy didn't, made it hard for her to doze off.

Abner lived a few blocks away. She never saw him anymore. He worked at Charter Hotel in the city and recalled a time where he'd snuck her into one of the suites for sex. He had the sexual drive of a nymphomaniac. Maybe that was why, after she'd caught him with another woman, he'd let her go without another word. He couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to apologize.

Astrid groaned, sat up and decided she wanted to see Abner. To ask why he cheated on her. Why he never tried to repair the damage? She had tried to build a relationship with him. If Calder and Remy cared about her so much why hadn't Abner?

She dressed in a light blue dress since the afternoon was hot and after slipping on shoes and applying lipstick, hit the sidewalk hoping Abner hadn't moved in the last four months. He lived in a townhouse, neighbors an elderly couple with dogs that barked constantly. Abner used to threaten to feed them poisoned treats when they kept him up at night.

She smiled as she neared the cream-painted duplex. His beat-up Chevy Nova sat in the drive. Luck was with her this bright afternoon. Checking her watch she noted it was nearing four. She didn't stop to reconsider her uninvited visit. After rapping her knuckles on the door, she stood back.

Abner yanked the door wide open, not expecting his ex-girlfriend to be on the other side. He was thinner, brown hair cut to frame his face, wearing a pair of sweats he looked better than she'd last seen him. His dark brown eyes gazed at her as if seeing a ghost.

"Hello Abner," she smiled, "I thought I'd say hello to an old pal."

"Astrid," he gruffly responded, "What a surprise, come inside."

Stepping aside, he held the door open for her. Continuing to smile, she entered and Abner checked her out. She didn't care, going through to the dining/living area. Everything was the same and Astrid remembered cleaning for him out of pity a lot because he never dusted.

Rubbing his hands together, a dry sound filled the space before he said, "It's good to see you, Astrid. Have a seat."

She gingerly perched on the black sofa where she'd had sex with him many times. She'd also found him screwing a younger girl on it. Instead of sitting in the blue recliner, Abner sat next to her.

She sighed, "So, how's life? Still at the hotel?"

Abner sat back, crossing one leg, "Yup. You still working for the three C's?"

"Nope," she nervously tugged at the hem of her dress, "I quit when I started dating the fourth C."

He raised an eyebrow, "Really? How long?"

"Just a few weeks," she laughed.

"Um, I thought Tom told me you were already dating some dude. I see Tom sometimes at the club," he added quickly, "I don't go there as much as I used to. I saw you there a couple of months ago. After... well... after we stopped seeing each other."

Astrid gave an inferior sneer, "Is that what you call it?"

He blushed, "Well... what do you want?"

"I'll get to the point," she turned, so they were eye to eye, "Yeah, I have two men I'm seeing. Remy, and Calder Lewis."

Abner swallowed, listening. At least he was giving her respect now! Astrid was blunt and asked him to be the same.

"These men as gorgeous and rich," she kept her eyes on his to gauge his reaction, "and they both want ME. I was sitting at home and thought about our relationship. I want you to explain how you could have been so callous with me the entire time we were together when these men, for the first time in my life, make me feel irreplaceable."

Abner let out a deep breath, "Astrid, I can tell you one thing. You've changed."

Blinking in surprise she muttered, "Okay?"

Abner softly smiled, leaning forward, "You were a fantastic screw. I mean, the best I'd ever had when it came to blowjobs," he gave her a lewd wink, "but you lacked something. Geez, just look at you!" he waved his hands at her as if she should know what the hell he meant, "You've been running more, haven't you? Your body looks HOT. Plus, you're looking me in the eyes. You were so shy. So easy to manipulate into whatever I wanted back then."

"You used me?" she snapped, "For what? Sex? How many times did you cheat on me?"

Abner blushed again, "You wanted the truth right? Well, yeah, I used you for sex! Even if I saw other women, you were my steady, right?"

"Wrong," Astrid felt so much worst after hearing the truth, "I caught you on this couch fucking a little girl. Shit, I'm only twenty-three! How old was she, sixteen or seventeen?"

Frowning darkly he snapped back, "Does it fucking matter? Why the hell do you care now? You are more self-assured because you never talked to me like this before."

"Maybe I have," she frowned back at him, "Okay, why didn't you call me? You see, that always bothered me. I never even heard from you when I ran off. Tell me why?"

Abner shook his head, rubbing his palms on his sweats, "I guess... I just didn't care about you enough to apologize."

Astrid let that sink in. The truth was better than wondering.