Beg Me by Jennifer Probst Page B

he’s holding himself back, because he’s afraid he’ll get hurt. I don’t blame him. I’d like to push him so he realizes what’s at stake for us.”
    “And you’re using me to do it? Hell, if Rem considers you his, he’ll tear apart any man in the way. Gonna put me in that position?”
    “No, of course not. He knows you’re my teacher and that we haven’t been intimate. I told him everything. If I do this scene, maybe it’ll give him a chance to— a chance to—”
    “To what?”
    She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “To claim me.”
    His face softened and he crossed the room, pulling her against him in a warm hug. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I have to warn you that it may not turn out how you want. He may choose to walk away if he sees you going into a scene. He may realize he can never really trust you again. Can you deal with that?”
    She nodded against his chest. “I’m not giving up. But maybe this will tell me if I’m fighting for nothing. Maybe he’ll never be ready to forgive me.”
    “You’re playing a dangerous game, Cara. But I’ve also seen you grow through this practice. Come into yourself. You’re beautiful when you submit, and it’s a part of who you are. I think doing a public scene will help solidify that within you.”
    “Me, too.”
    “Then we’ll do it together. And hope Mr. Steele doesn’t kick the shit out of me.”

    ***

    Rem looked at his watch. He’d texted Cara hours ago and no response. His call went to voicemail. It was Saturday night and he was supposed to go to Chains. Find a submissive to play with and wring out some sexual frustration. There was just one problem.
    He only wanted Cara Winters.
    Since she’d mentioned doing a public scene at the club, Rem hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. About her submitting to another man. Letting him touch her. Bring her to orgasm. Scream his name and shatter apart.
    The image taunted him every night, keeping him from sleep. No matter how many times he went over the rationale of remaining friends and keeping the past behind them, his heart smashed through the barriers and screamed for him to make a stand.
    Cara was right all along. He had to eventually choose. Keep her as a friend and let her go? Break off their relationship completely and try again to banish her ghost? Or claim her for his once and for all?
    But was he ready?
    Seems like everything else didn’t matter if he had an opportunity to see her. He dropped plans with his brother, rescheduled appointments, and tried to keep some shifts open in the evenings so he could sneak in a visit. When had it happened? When had seeing Cara become more important than anything else in his life?
    His cell phone jumped and he quickly punched the button. His shoulders slumped at the sound of his brother’s voice. “Hey, Rick. What’s up?”
    The line hummed. “You going to Chains tonight?”
    He hesitated. Since he’d spent the night with Cara, Rem hadn’t been to Chains to play. Sure, he’d gone in, talked to his friends, instructed some younger Doms on techniques of a scene, but he couldn’t think of anyone else but Cara. “Nah, I’m in for the night. Why?”
    Rick cleared his throat. “Look, dude, don’t freak out. Especially if you’re just friends . But Paul called me and said he’s doing a public scene with Cara tonight at the club.”
    A roaring sound echoed in his ears. His blood thickened in his veins. “What did you say?”
    “Cara’s doing a scene. Look, bro, I have to say this or I’ll regret it. She loves you. I saw it clearly at dinner — it’s all over her damn face when she looks at you. If you still have feelings for her, let her know. Claim her tonight as your submissive. Life’s too damn short for regrets or fear. Got it?”
    “I gotta go.”
    The idea of another man’s hands on her caused a primal rage to beat in his body. Private lessons with Paul was one thing. A public scene where a crowd watched his woman get naked and