Goren examined Eames. He watched her more closely today than usual. She had done something different or perhaps she just appeared differently to him. Maybe it was her hair. Maybe she wearing makeup? He suggested different possiblilties to himself, but the fact remained, today, Eames was alluring.Goren looked harder now and Eames remained unaware. She was focused intently on the files covering her desk.
They had recently started a case that involved the murder of a young man who worked in the meat markets and his new wife was taking his death particularly hard. Eames had taken a special liking to the young woman and all but gave her word her and her partner would solve the case. Goren enjoyed seeing her so immersed. It gave him the opportunity to watch her- very similar to a researcher viewing wild animals in their natural habitats. Eames was truly a cop to her core, it was in her blood, passed down through her father, and when she became intrigued or impassioned by a case-she was in her element. And Goren couldn't look away.
Goren let his eyes slowly march across her wrists, he focused there, dwelling for a long time on their shape and structure. Her wrists were small but solid. Her arms were virtually hairless and slightly more tan on the top side than where the delicate skin that ran up the back of her arms and wrists stretched. She wore a simple black sleeveless top and her hair hang loosely around her face, her head remained down as she devoured the files looking for any connections or inconsistencies in witnesses statements and reports from the scene.
Goren let his eyes travel along the neckline of her shirt, it was lower today than normal, but nothing inappropriate for the office he decided. Eames shifted in her seat and that caused Goren to quickly look away and back. When his eyes landed on her again he saw her breast move slightly under her shirt. He exhaled silently and decided to look away, this time for good. Eames snapped her head up.Goren reluctantly placed his eyes on her once more, but this time focused on her face. He waited. She spoke.
"I need to get some dinner..."she shook her head, "we don't have any solid leads..."
Goren sensed her disappointment.
"We can go back and talk to some of the guys down at the slaughter house. Somebody there had to know him, according to his wife, he spent most of his time there." he offered.
Eames nodded her head weakly. She sat back in her seat heavily and looked down at her desk. She appeared to be lost in thought. Goren slid his eyes onto her collarbones, he tried to gauge the size of the small dip there, his eyes wandered to her throat, he viewed the lines lighty sprawled horizontally across her skin. Lines barely perceptible to the naked eye, he calculated an estimated distance between each one. She exhaled heavily causing her chest to heave, and he held his breath as her breasts lightly bounced under her shirt from the action. Is she wearing a bra?? He finally realized the answer to his earlier question and indentified what was so different about today. Eames isnt wearing a bra. Goren smirked to himself, causing a light twitch in his lips. Eames spotted it immediately.
"What are you so amused about?" she asked flatly.
Goren was caught of gaurd for the quickest moment. Did she really know him so well she could tell even when he was smiling to himself. He was almost positive his face hadn't given him away. Without thinking he said,
"Nothing." and tried to look as innocent, calm and unreadable as possible. He knew Eames was a detective as well, little got past her, but she kept her information much closer to the vest than he did.
He shifted oddly in his seat and she looked back into her files, he relaxed when he realized she was digging back into her work. Goren's neck slowly began to lean as he attempted to continue his ocular feast, without her knowing. Eames reached for the edge of the desk and grabbed her purse. The sound of the zipper opening caused Goren to view her again, her head was down as she dug into her purse. What is she looking for? He mused. She answered his question, pulling out a small metal container. Chapstick. He knew before he saw the label as she opened it. Eames lightly swirled her finger in the small basin of chapstick and lifted a single finger to her lips, massaging them lightly.
Goren swallowed hard, his eyes locked on her fingertips and mouth. She opened her mouth a bit wider to apply another swirl of chapstick to her corners and he saw her small, soft, tongue resting gently behind her lips. He felt his eyes glue to the sight of her. She closed her mouth softly and continued reading. He knew she could feel his eyes on her. Goren made his move. He kept looking. It was simple but it was brave. He looked at her intensely in a way she had never seen him look at her before. He let his eyes speak. Then, he felt the urge to withdraw, if she knows im looking at her, why is she keeping her head down?
Eames decided to place her hand on her forehead and lean her elbow on her desk. This position afforded Goren a deeper view down her shirt. His eyes instinctively traveled in between the small bit of cleavage that was showing. He felt his groin tighten and suddenly he was aware of the sound of his hearbeat drowning out his thoughts. Eames continued to read, she thought to herself. If I look up, he'll stop looking. Eames had countered his move. If he wanted to look, she would show him she would let him. Goren's mind attempted to reach an explanation. She knows im looking...shes not reacting.
Eames bettered her posture and now Goren could see her chest and small curve of her waist from his view across the desk. She huffed back down into her seat causing her breasts to jiggle again, much harder than before. And one of Goren' silent exhalations escaped. He made a low barely audible gasp. He knew Eames heard it. Shit. He was suddenly filled with embarrassment, and he felt his face flush as evidence. He felt flares of hatred rise in him as a result, he hated being embarrassed. It reminded him of the shame he felt when his mother would have episodes in public. The feeling reminded him of being young and helpless. His chest tightened and he jerked his head to the side, proving some of his head ticks were indeed involuntary. He was angry, he realized. He looked at Eames again but this time his eyes burned with anger. Her eyes finally met his. She felt something unexpected...fear. Oh my God.He looked like her wanted to hurt her.Goren saw the fear run across her face as quickly as she had tried to hide it. The idea of her being afraid of him enraged him. He got up quickly, hiding his wilting erection with his notebooks. He left without speaking to her. Eames sat confused... great...she thought everytime I think I understand him...
Goren paced the men's bathroom, rubbing the back of his neck. I hate her. I hate her. Why is she doing this? Goren looked in the mirror finally putting his eyes on himself. He was ashamed. He didn't want to think such hurtful things about Eames, she had been the only partner - the only person- who ever truly stuck by his side. His heart sank in his chest and he felt disgusted with himselfand stupid for allowing his emotions to get the better of him. Something is wrong with me.
Goren realized over the years he had become more and more withdrawn, focusing intently on working with Eames. He rarely saw friends and outside of work his available free time was devoted to reading, something he had become even more engrossed in as of late. He hadn't been on a date in over a year and admitted to himself he had no sexual contact for over four years. When he was sexually active sex wasnt fulfilling. Women could rarely comfortably accomdate his size and didn't dare venture into fulfilling his deepest needs. Goren looked harder in the mirror before deciding he was just going to sneak out of work, he didn't want to face Eames and he knew the look in his eyes terrified her. She looked so...afraid. Goren exited the men's room keeping his eyes on his shoes, he nearly ran into Eames.
"Bobby!" The word stopped him in his tracks, she rarely called him Bobby. He didnt want to meet her eyes. He shifted his weight and looked at the ground saying nothing. Eames decided not to speak either. They faced towards eachother. She inched slowly closer to him and he leaned away gently, still refusing to meet her eyes. She reached and traced her fingertips lightly across his wrist. The sensation was intimate, and Goren felt like there was no one else in the the whole room. He shook the feeling away violently.
"No." he said firmly, snatching his arm out of her reach. He walked towards the elevators and pushed down. Eames stood in front of the men's room searching her mind for what to do. She had to act quickly the elevator arrived and Goren still had his back turned on her. She sprinted and hopped on the elevator with him right as the doors were closing.
"Bobby." she pulled at his jaw and brought his eyes onto her. Her eyes were pleading. She couldn't find the words. It's ok she wanted to just tell him it was ok.
He seized her, snatching at the wrists he had just examined. Her spun her around quickly and slammed her into the wall of the elevator. His mind shut off. This is what he had feared. He slammed her body against the wall again, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. He paused and Eames felt like time had stood still. Her head was ringing and she felt as if she had been stuffed inside her own body. Goren breathed in her ear, holding her wrists so tightly they stung. He leaned into her ear, and she was on pins anticipating him to speak...or kiss her, instead he grabbed her throat roughly and pressed her head against the wall so firmly Eames though that her forehead was going to implode. She couldn't think. She couldn't even absorb what was going on. Was the elevator still moving? everything was happening so fast. Then she felt Goren reach around her waist and yank her into his body. He felt stronger than she had ever realized. He gripped her throat so hard his knuckles were turning white. He pulled her ass against his hips harshly still pinning her throat and head to the wall. Goren held her there for a long time, pulling her closer and closer into his hips, she felt like his hands were going to crush her. He breathed roughly into the back of her head. He couldn't bear to look at her. She felt his erection, he was massive and pounding. Eames took the brief second of calm to take in his ragged breathing. He is enjoying this she realized. He ground his erection into her again, thrusting so hard she thought it had to have hurt him, but Goren was unfazed. Then he let out a small cry and released her.
The elevator doors opened.He was taking long strides halfway down the lobby and out of the building before Eames could even turn around. She saw his back as he went out the door.
Eames beat him to his house. He doesn't have anywhere else to go. She wasnt going to let Goren run away this time. He had a lot of explaining to do, bruises were forming on her wrists and she knew how rough he had been with her was not a figment of her imagination. She had never been close enough to Goren to feel his manhood before, and earlier this evening on the office elevators he had nearly ripped through the fabric of her pants with his hard-on. She didnt even know where to begin but she knew she had to talk to him. Goren inserted the key in his apartment door and Eames slipped from around the corner. She didnt speak she just stood next to him. After a long silence Goren spoke staring straight ahead at the door.
"Eames, you don't want what you think you want." he decided after a long pause to add, "I showed you that today."
"How do you know?" she asked truthfully.
"Because I know. Okay?" he spat back without missing a beat, the anger from earlier was welling in him again. He decided he needed to enter his apartment and be away from her. Eames placed herself in between him and his door. His face darkened and he turned towards her for the first time, looking down. He refused to submit to feeling out of control. He refused to play this game with her.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
She decided to show him that it was ok. That maybe they couldnt communicate all their thoughts or feelings with words but she could show him. She grazed her hand slowly on the inside of his thigh. His body stiffened and Goren held his breath. Eames let her hand run further in between his legs and grabbed his groin gently. Goren looked into her eyes and she looked into his and she saw something she never saw before. Desire. He spoke trying to even his breathing, and hung his head, defeated, losing eye contact with her. The words dripped from his lips.
"You know im not...normal. I guess. I-I just dont want to..." he stopped. She nipped his chin and directed his eyes back onto hers again.
"You dont want to what?" she asked her voice sweet, and pleading for the truth. He never knew Eames to be so...delicate and feminine. He realized she was presenting another side of herself to him. So he decided, finally, to do the same. He took a breath and answered..
"I dont want you to think that...I dont't ...feel you." Eames looked confused.
He struggled to find the words to help it all make sense to her. He continued more purposelfully, "I feel you all the time. You mo-motivate me. I dont even know where I would be without you, somehow, you...became essential to me being able to be me." he lowerd his voice," I-My-my mind...the way it works...the things i like..."his voice trailed off.
Eames grasped to understand what he was trying to say, he searched her eyes and then finished, "I wouldn't want to subject you to it I dont even think I would want you to see me...like that. I'm just not...myself...I guess...but it is me, well, a part of me, but Im not proud."
Eames mind raced, he had been downright violent with her in the elevator and neither one of them had removed one article of clothing or even kissed. She couldn't imagine the things he would do in privacy of his own home with her consent. She touched the side of his face. She didnt always have the right words for Goren but she always said what she meant.
"Don't hide any part of yourself from me. I trust you with my life, I know what you meant when you said you 'feel me' I feel you too, all the time. I hear your voice in my thoughts all day long, you have rubbed off on me so much..." she didn't know what to add, "you don't have to be normal Bobby...thats not...thats not why i love you."
The words took the wind out of Goren's lungs.They had come so far. A lump formed in his throat and he searched her eyes to see if she truly meant what she just said. Could she accept all of him? Even his darkside? His body responded begging desperately to be lifted from the dormancy of his asexual lifestyle. His manhood began to throb and he roughly grabbed her neck and slammed her head against the front of his door. Eames couldn't believe it was happening again. Except this time, he wasn't holding back. He lifted her up off the ground and pressed her against the front of the door, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he gripped more tightly on her throat, digging his nails into her soft skin. He positioned his pulsing erection between her legs and pressed powerfully. This time heat caused by the pain overtook her and her legs began to shake. Goren snarled and bit softly into her neck rubbing his stubble harshly across her neck and collarbone. He snatched her harder by the throat, yanking her head to the side, he whispered warmly into her ear.
"You love me?" he selfishly wanted to hear her say the words again. He held her to tightly by the throat she was unable to respond, time seemed to be passing so slowly, heat rose in Eames ear, she needed oxygen.
He released her throat so she could speak and she was greatful to be able to breathe. She felt afraid again, Goren choked her much longer than he had in the elevator and she was beginning to get dizzy just before he released her. She looked into his eyes and suddenly she saw into him. He was afraid she would change her mind, that she would hate him for being rough with her, he was afraid she would never understand why he expressed himself this way, he still didnt even understand, and she was the last woman he ever wanted to hurt or humiliate, but the beast deep inside him screamed, she's pushing me to do it.
He suddenly felt like his father. His father swore women were just begging to be used and fucked and left alone. His father was a man who was never accountable for his actions. He had sex with prosititutes young Bobby and his mother were home, and then claimed his mother drove him to do it through her psychotic episodes. And when he beat him, of course it was never his father's fault. He never wanted to hurt Eames, but deep inside he acknowledged he felt like she was asking for it.
Then he saw it in her eyes and the look itself forced him over his edge of control. Eames eyes were filled with submission. He realized she was going to give him what he needed. Eames opened her mouth to speak. Goren swipped his hand across her face before the words could even come out harder than either one of them expected.
"You dont speak unless I tell you to." he spoke calmly but he was unable to meet her eyes. Eames was trembling and tears formed in her eyes. Her heart raced, she knew she had to trust Bobby. She said nothing. He was pleased. Her there in silence, at his command, made his skin hot. He opened the apartment door and pushed her inside. Eames almost fell backwards onto the floor. Goren grabbed her face roughly, squeezing so hard he distorted her features, he seemed ashamed unable to meet her gaze. He grabbed her face, jerking her neck around, until she relax her muscles, until he was able to fully contol the direction in which her head turned.
Then he finally looked at her, his gaze cut into her and she suddenly felt like she didnt know him at all. Goren slapped her again. Her face reddened and Goren slapped her again, this time she let out a small cry and her entire body shook. He yanked her head and spit into her face, right underneath her eye. He looked at her with disgust, she was humiliated, her heart beginnning to drop. I don't know if I should be doing this...if he should be her thoughts were interrupted by Goren's low voice.
"Get on your knees." he said it clearly and evenly.
Eames obeyed and fell to her knees, she kept her head down partly to avoid being hit again and partly to hide her shame. She heard him undo his belt and slacks and then felt him roughly grab the side of her face. She was confronted with his enormous manhood. His thickness was intimidating and he stood before her running his hand up and down his own length, she saw his tip glistening with pre-cum. He was easily over nine inches. Goren rushed towards her face forcing her lips apart with his member, before she knew it she felt herself having a gag reflex around him, only instead of releasing her up to breath he pushed deeper into her throat. He let out a rumble and continued to pump into her mouth as she gagged.
He snatched himself from her and Eames began to cough, tears running down her face, he slapped her again this time harder than any other and pushed himself down her throat, grabbing the back of her head roughly, she tried to pull away as she felt the vomit well up, but he pushed her farther down on to him and she released a flush of clearish fluid from her stomach down over his shaft and testitcles. The smell of the vomit made her attempt to pull her head up more and she felt the deepest humiliation of her life. She knew he would be disgusted with her but he should have known with his size not to push her down like that, she felt angry towards him and her face flushed dragon red as her eyes filled with tears. He slapped her again. His words surprised and startled her.
"Good girl." he said it as if he meant it.
He slapped her again this time on her breasts through her clothes, he grabbed her throat and began to pump into her mouth. He still tasted like her own stomach fulids but he also tasted like something good, she felt his thighs go hard as rocks when she began to release from her stomach and out mouth over him again. Her abs contracted so hard her ribs ached. He pushed her head down farther and she choked on him. Goren growled and began to pant, pumping even more furiously into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and began rapidly moving her head up and down his length, she felt the saliva running out of her mouth onto him and her clothing, her chin was dripping and covered in thick strings of spit. He snatched himself from her mouth again and exhaled deeply, she was surprised by her own moan.
He pushed his cock up against her face, letting his balls rest on her chin. He slowly ground himself into the side of her face. He began talking to her, his voice more quiet and hoarse than usual.
"You love me?" Eames was smart, she remembered he told her not to speak until he said she could.
He remembered also, "You may speak. Do you still love me?" She responded without hesitation, "yes." It was a quiet, confused yes, but it was a yes. Goren felt himself throbbing harder against her face. Look at her, she's humiliated...she can barely fit me in her mouth..the small feelings of pleasure at the idea of her being ashamed returned his rage and he stepped away from her, pulling up his pants and viewing her, his physical self begged for realease but he didn't know what to do. He began to pace the floor. She loves me the thought lingered on his mind and he began to pace slowly until her stood in front of her once more.
"Eames." he called to her. She looked up at him and to him she looked like a very young girl,her eyes were soft and distantly afraid but he knew they had to rely on the trust they had built over the last years.
"Tip your head back." He commanded, and once again Eames obeyed. Goren stood over her and pulled himself from his slacks, he began touching himself again, this time with more purpose, he stroked his own skin harshly, spending extra attention on his tip. He lowered himself until he was beating off right over her lips, another command.
"Spit on it" he said it lowly and Eames opened her eyes to see his face was flushed. She hawked and released a huge stream of saliva onto his length. He shuddered and leaned his head back, He slapped her again this time more gently and panted, "Good girl."
Suddenly inside Eames realized she liked pleasing her Bobby, everytime he said 'good girl' heat rushed through her, dissipating over her scalp. Goren stroked her salivia into his skin and let out an inhuman growl, he had lost control, he pounded himself rapidly rubbing his tip on Eames closed lips,he couldnt make words or thoughts, he stroked himself faster and harder, he felt his legs about to give out. He grabbed Eames by the throat once more and lined his manhood up with her nose, he threw his head back, roared from somewhere deep within, and began to ejaculate across her face, beating his member across her cheeks and nose, rubbing his semen into her lips. Eames realized she was flushed and moaning herself. Goren fell back onto the floor, he could barely speak. He looked into her eyes, her face covered with his seed. She made no effort to wipe it away, her eyes now were completely submissive as she realized what he needed.
"Get on all fours.."he took a breath, "with your back towards me, spread your legs and let me watch you."
Eames hesitated, the semen slowly starting to dry on her face, but Goren glared at her and she did as she was told.
Goren added, "take of all of your clothes." Goren watched as Eames undresssed, her body was firm but soft in the right places, she stood before him completely naked and for the first time since this took over him she saw a look of love on his face. His eyes, usually intense, shimmered at her. She smiled at him and he slipped away again, his face replaced with something cold.
"Stop smiling and do as you're told." Eames obeyed immedtiately, and she made herself stretch on all fours in front of Bobby, spreading her legs and butt for him to view her completely. Her soft folds of flesh were glistening and wet and her thighs trembeled. Goren reached up and smacked her behind, he smacked her thighs and ass again and again and again, her skin stung with pain. Goren didn't stop hitting her until her legs gave out.
"Get up bitch!" he snarled reaching up the length of her stomach between her legs and grabbing her breasts hard. It was then she fully realized how much larger he was than her. He pinched her nipples so hard she screamed and she felt Bobby bolt into an erection. He grabbed her hair and yanked her neck so far back she thought it would break, he continued fondling her breasts, prodding and pinching her nipples incredibly hard, causing waves of pain to wash over her, tears ran down her cheeks mixing with the semen now almost dry on her face. She felt Bobby stroking himself again.
Suddenly, he inserted two of his fingers into her depths, she moaned and felt her stomach contract, he almost immediately went to work on her g-spot. Eames mind began to peel back as his fingers worked quickly inside of her. She rocked back to feel his fingers deeper inside of her. He withdrew and sucked her off of his fingertips and then pushed back inside of her, working and prodding until Eames was bucking against his hand and moaning unconscously, he felt her spasm quickly around his hand and knew she was about to climax, he immediately withdrew his hand from her again and pushed her forcefully to the ground. He spoke his voice filled with power and darkness, he was right, hes not the same Bobby she knew.
He said harshly, "You dont come until I say so. Crawl and get your panties from over there." Her panties lay where she had left them while undressing she gathered the panties and crawled on all fours back over to Goren who was stroking himself still.
"Put them in your mouth." He ordered. She did and kneeled on her knees before him, she tried to read his needs, presenting herself for another blast of semen to her face. But Goren had other ideas, he pulled his belt from the slacks that were still about half way down his thighs and wrapped it around Eames neck. She sputtered and coughed as the belt tightened around her, the panties in her mouth prevented her from making much noise. He lowered himself behind her and placed her back on all fours. She felt him rubbing his manhood against her clit, rubbing fat circles over her labia. He groaned at the sensation of her. She found herself now moaning and writhing uncontrolllably, wetter than she had even been in life. With that he entered her, hard and rough in one stroke that sent flames of pain shooting up her spine and into her back. His massive cock was buried in her to the hilt. Eames mind went white. Bobby let out a sob and cracked, "I love you."
The words made her melt n buck into his hips, she hadn't expected any of this. He gripped the belt tighter around her throat making it hard for her to breath. He ran his hands over the crumpled panties in her mouth, touching her lips. He pumped into her from behind with purpose and control. He stroked her deep and for the first time lovingly, resting his head on her shoulder, listening to the echos of her moans. Thrusting harder into her the louder she got. Until he was practically pounding himself into her, he viewed himself sliding in and out of her and realized he was causing her to bleed. He knew she was in pain. That thought sent shudders of heat up his skin. She's letting me hurt her. He rammed himself into her now, desperate to see how much she could take, she finally broke, from the pain.
"Oh my God! Bobby...please stop...please stop" It sent him over the edge, he slammed her into the ground still banging away inside her, he now pulled the belt around her neck hard enough that she could no longer protest, he growled into her ear .
"No. I'm...not...finished...yet." He emphasized each word with the hardest thrusts he could muster. Eames had went silent from the pain and he dug his hands into her hips ready to climax. He thrust into her, slamming against her, until he felt himself burst, he released hot fluid into her, it was only as it began to spew from her mixed with her blood that he realized it was urine. He felt a rush unlike any of his life and then the orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer and he let out an animal sob, releasing the belt from her neck and collapsing on top of her, his weight pushing her into the floor. He kissed her back and pulled the panties from her mouth. In the aftermath, he didnt know what to say, he had been out of himself and now he was back to reality he was crushed.
Im a pervert he thought to himself. He slowly withdrew from her and realized blood was trickling down both of their thighs and he had soaked the carpet with his own urine. Eames was very quiet and still. Goren decided to speak.
"I-i'm so sorry..." He was interrupted as she turned over and looked at him, her face compliant. She didnt speak she just raised up and cowered in his arms, she wanted to be held. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. He waited on her to speak and finally she did. "I love you." she said it simply and Goren felt flashes of love in his heart. "You do." he thought for a moment, venturing a statement that would let him know in which direction they were going. "We probably need a safe word...you know, something where you can tell me if you seriously need me to stop, I mean, I knew you were bleeding, but i just- I lost control." he admitted.
1Eames considered his statement and responded. "I don't need a safe word. You're in control." The statement was powerful. Then she asked, "if I ever asked you to stop, would you?" Her question hit him hard, he knew what she was asking, did he get so far outside of himself he would one day hurt her in a way for which neither one of them would be able to forgive? He didn't know what to say, but he knew his answer was essential to the trust they needed for him to let out his darkest desires with her. His mind flashed to the contraptions he would like to put her in, the outfits he would command her to wear, he felt sickened but relieved she would indulge his fantasies.
He decided on his answer, "to be honest...the way I felt tonight...I don't know if I could, Eames...I just-" she realized then she had to compeletly submit to him. She decided to let it all out. "its okay Bobby...I just have to trust you." she chuckled lightly and he squeezed her tight.
"No. I want you to know, that side of me...its just that...another side of me...I know-I know I hurt you...and you have to know im sorry, I can't control this, I've never let it out in this way before..I just need -" the rest of the sentence lingered in his mind, to own you. He felt sick and selfish and possessive. He felt as if he had soiled her, the smell of her vomit suddenly hit him in the nose and the blood on her legs was starting to dry. He was at a loss for words.
"What do you need?" Eames asked. He spit out his answer almost without thinking, "To know you can't leave me." His face flushed and he was glad she couldn't see him right now. Eames continued to lay on his chest, realizing he was more open if he could talk to her without looking at her. "I-" the words locked in his throat, need you.
He felt a tear streak down his cheek and Eames instinctively got up to look at him. She realized why he needed to feel as if he had so much control over her, he was afraid she would leave, he suddenly looked like a insecure little boy, instead of the brutish man who had just torn her insides out. She realized she had begun her journey into the dark recesses of Bobby Goren's mind. He was many different men in one and now she could see the shame on his face for expressing himself sexually with her the way he did, he couldnt meet her eyes.
"Bobby" she cupped his face and felt more tears flow, he was filled with shame.
"I-I know I've probably left bruises all over you Alex...I- hate-"
"Stop" Eames came out of her submissive nature and took control.
"Bobby stop. You shared a very deep part of yourself with me today and I'm still here, I haven't gone anywhere. I didn't know...you know...that you were going to be so rough but I survived and I know what you want and how you want me and I'm willing to give it to you. I can be that for you" She looked into his eyes and told him what he needed to hear the most. Though he was so used to reading her mind, she had read his.
"You own me, Bobby Goren." His eyes flashed and his heart rested at peace, he felt safe that she wasn't leaving. The sweet Goren, Eames knew and loved returned, he asked shyly tipping his head slightly, "Do you want me to clean you up?" she read his face for the answer he wanted, then decided "Yes."
He swept her up and carried her into the shower, turning the water on he watched as she stood in the shower rinsing herself of her blood and vomit and his urine and semen. He watched, seeing the places on her body he was sure bruises would form, he realized he had claimed her, marked her with his fluids like an animal and she endured. No woman had been able to take him at his most violent, Alex was able to and fully submitted to him, she endured his rage, his hate for his parents and his shattered childhood, his nightmares, his genetic ticks that likely arose because of his biological fathers murdurous tendencies, she had taken all of him.