I stopped where I was and turned slowly to face Rem again. I heard the door close, leaving me alone with him. He stalked toward me, and fear rolled through me at the look on his face, somewhere between anger and lust. While I knew he would never hurt me, I couldn’t help being scared. After all, he was a powerful man, more than capable of causing harm. I moved backwards as he came closer, and I felt the pool table hit my backside.

My fear made my hands spring up in defense. "Rem."

"Quiet,” he said, and then he grabbed me and spun me around to bend over the table. I swung my arms back at him, but it only made it easier for him to pin both my wrists to the small of my back.

"Enough of this bullshit. We tried things your way. Now it’s time for my way," he said, his voice low and rumbling.

Before I knew it, Rem had one hand holding my wrists and the other was bunching my skirt around my waist. Then I felt a hand on my panties, and I only had time for small yelp before he ripped away the crotch.

The open air against my center made me wriggle and I looked over my shoulder to scream at him, but what I saw stopped the sound in my throat.

The way Rem was looking at my pussy was feral and ardent. His eyes were intense but focused and his upper lip pulled back to show clenched teeth, like a wolf ready to bite. A rough palm cupped my ass gently, and my skin tingled under the contact.

After a moment, he looked up to my face, and I could see the beast in his eyes, angry and possessive. I stilled under his gaze, suddenly feeling languid, like my body was ready to surrender to his.

Next thing I knew his hand was smacking my ass, hard. It was a real spanking, not some playful petting, three times in a quick succession.

I cried out. The pain was searing.

"Rem, please stop."

He stopped, but his hand stayed on my ass, cupping the cheek he just lit on fire.

"What was that for?" I screamed at him and tried to wiggle loose again.

"That was for flirting with other men,” he growled through his clenched teeth. “And this is for sending Jessica to my room."

Then he gave three more violent slaps to the other cheek.

"Rem, please.” I didn't understand why he was spanking me, but more importantly, I didn't understand why each one was like an electric shock to my nipples and pussy.

He was rubbing that cheek now. "Come on, babe. You are a smart girl. You know exactly what this is about." His fingers wandered gently to the edge of my sex. My eyes widened, and I froze in place. Was he going to touch me? My rational brain told me to keep fighting, but my body didn’t want to fight. With his touch, the languid feeling had returned. It wanted to hold still for his hand, and that’s exactly what I did. I put my head down on the table and simply breathed as I felt his callused fingers stroking closer to my center.

But I was still confused. “I thought you didn't like me like that,” I said as I looked back at him.

The anger still burned bright in his eyes, and he gripped my wrists tight in his hand. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I take the time to talk to a woman … ever?"

"I thought you were just being niii—” His fingers found my clit, and I gasped, fighting for air as Rem touched me where no one had touched me before. "Oh, God." I closed my eyes and let the sensation flow through me. His touch was gentle, but I could feel the roughness of his fingers, rough from real work. The thought only turned me on more.

"No, darling. I wasn't being nice. I want inside this pussy. I've wanted to possess you since the moment I saw you." His fingers pressed harder against my center, and I felt his thumb play at my entrance. I could feel the wetness gathering, and I was feeling an ache from deep within. "Now I'm through with this courting bullshit. I tried to do this the right way, but it's clear you need a good, hard fucking to get through to you."

His thumb was right at my entrance, and I arched my back as much as I could. I groaned as my inner muscles started aching for something more.

In that moment, lust completely consumed my mind. I was so ready to be taken, to be owned. I didn't care how he was doing it. In fact I loved this brutal part of him. This was my fantasy for the past week coming true.

"That's it, baby. Show me how much you want me inside you."

I moaned like a wanton slut and pushed back at him. Rem removed his thumb, and his two fingers that were toying with my clit slid an inch up to push inside me. I whimpered as my muscles clamped around him, finally giving them something to hug. It felt so good I went up on my toes to get his fingers deeper. Rem pushed my hips back down with the hand that still held my wrists behind my back. "Keep still and take what I give you."

My body answered his words with another rush of moisture. He was my master in every way. Fortunately, he showed me mercy and let his fingers go deeper. I groaned into the table. I felt his fingers move in exploration, as if he was looking for something. My panting filled my ears as he took his time.

"There it is," he said after a few moments. He rubbed at something inside me. "There's that sweet cherry." I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder at him, silently begging him to take it. "I thought I would break it with my fingers, but looking at you now I want to break it over my cock.”

I bit my lip and begged him with his eyes.

I whimpered as his fingers left me to attack his belt. I was leaning over too far to see, but I suddenly felt something warm and hard prodding my slick folds.

"Rem," I whispered, suddenly scared. I did want this, but it was happening so fast.

He looked away from our bodies to my eyes.

"Baby, everything is all right." He released my hands slowly and laid them on the table by my head. Then his fingers slid on top of mine and I felt his chest against my back. His lips nuzzled my ear. "You are mine now, and I take care of what’s mine."