Beg for Mercy Page 8

  He couldn’t stop the laugh from barking out.

  “I mean it, I’m taking this very seriously,” she said, sounding oh so sincere.

  “Are you getting naked?” he challenged. There was no way in hell he could manage under those conditions.

  “No, I’m not. And the thing is, I need your entire body available for influence.”

  He cocked his head, eying her now.

  “And I won’t touch you.” She raised her hands up before him.

  The strange conditions had him oh so fucking curious. He slowly stood. “No touching?”

  “No touching.”

  He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor next to his chair. When he went to undo his pants, she turned and cleared her throat, and of course his eyes zeroed in on that ass. He removed his pants and underwear and noticed she was tying a blindfold on herself. “I’m blindfolding myself until you tell me I can take it off. I don’t want to rush you though. Tell me when I can turn.”

  “You didn’t have to,” Sade said. But he was kind of glad she did, he could look at her now in that dress. Definitely hadn’t seen her in any such thing before. And the fact that she wasn’t wearing bra and panties said she was trying really hard to arouse him. And it was working like a fucking charm. “I’m ready.”

  She carefully turned back around and then sat partially on the desk, keeping one pink high heel on the floor. “So, how are you feeling?” His head angled on its own when the position gave a promising view to what was beneath. Oh fuck. Matching pink sheer. So she had on a thong.

  “Fine.”

  “I mean what are you feeling? What emotions. Are you afraid? Angry? Aroused?”

  He studied her tits, deciding that he liked this set up of her not seeing him but him seeing her. “Maybe all three.”

  “Oh,” she said, curious. “Let’s explore those three. Starting with angry, why are you angry?”

  “Because I think this is stupid,” he half lied.

  She smiled and he studied her lips. “Fair enough.” The soft tone of her voice licked the tip of his cock. “What about afraid?”

  She sat fully on the desk, crossing her legs, exposing a generous portion of her outer thigh nearly all the way to her ass. “Afraid of…” He was going to say of falling asleep but decided he wanted to play just a little. “Of you.”

  “Of me?” she asked surprised and maybe disappointed. Maybe.

  “Of what you might do.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Not at all.”

  She actually gave him the sweetest smile. Fuck she was pretty blindfolded in that matching material. Maybe an accessory for the dress in some capacity. Surely not that one. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered.

  “Why not?”

  “Okay, then tell me what I’ve done to make you distrust me?”

  “Our fun little relationship was founded on lies.” He licked his lower lip, noticing her toenails matched the dress. And her nails.

  She actually grimaced, making his cock ache. “You’re right. Okay, can you not count that since I didn’t really know you yet? How about after, what have I done to make you not trust me?”

  He opened his legs a little. “I would have to go with the whole tying me up without my permission bit.”

  “Ugh, ok, ok, fine. But I did that with the best intentions. In fact, my reasons should actually prove I’m trust worthy with the things that really matter.”

  “To you.” He realized her lips held the same tint of pink then.

  “Yes,” she said softly. “To me. You matter to me.”

  Score: Mercy—winning, Sade—losing.

  He had no good words for that. Even the bad ones didn’t work in his favor.

  “Okay fine,” she said, her voice still silky. “Maybe I have done a few things to make you not trust me.” She held up both hands. “I’m sorry, baby. Sade, I mean,” she corrected, biting her lip.

  Jesus Christ, his cock was about to explode if she got any more sexy.

  “Okay, so next thing.”

  Yes, that.

  This time when she bit her lower lip, she let it slide slowly out of her mouth before licking it. “Why… are you aroused?”

  “Is that a trick question?”

  “No,” she said quickly, her soft tone genuine. “I… really want to know.”

  “I’m pretty much always aroused. Part of my condition.”

  “But what part of this situation is painful that you would be aroused?”

  “My guess is because I’m denying urges and it’s nearly painful.”

  “Oh,” she said, the word a soft gasp. “Makes sense. Are you… ready for me to begin?”

  His cock jerked. “Begin what?”

  “My therapy.”

  “I thought you were.”

  “Well, I was just wanting to break the ice. What I’d like to do is give you something new.”

  “Like what?” he couldn’t stop from saying.

  “Like a new pleasure? Remember?”

  Jesus, fuck. “New, how?”

  “New as in you’ve never had it before?”

  Officially fucking interested. He was pretty sure he’d had all manner of pleasure he was able to have. “I thought you said no touching.”

  “I’m not going to touch you.” She giggled and the sound fascinated him. Excited him. He wanted to explore her little secret angle now.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “You’re going to touch yourself. But I won’t look. Will you do that for me?”

  “Masturbation?”

  “Yes.”

  He slowly licked his lips, his heart hammering. “I can only orgasm if I’m fantasizing about things you wouldn’t approve, doc.”

  “Oh, not orgasm. Just masturbate.”

  He quirked his brow. Why else did a person masturbate if not to orgasm? “It’s your show. Doc.”

  The fucking smile she gave. This was going all wrong.

  Chapter Nine

  “Okay, first, I’d like you to open your legs for me.”

  He spread his knees wide, the position making his cock stand up. “Open.”

  “Very good.” Her soft tone made it jerk. She angled her head slightly away from him. “I want you to hold yourself at the base of your cock. Use your left hand, even though you’re right-handed.”

  He did as she said, his gaze on her mouth and the flush in her cheeks. “Done.” It was the first soft word he’d used with her. It really needed to be the last.

  “Thank you,” she nearly whispered. Then she stood and knelt on the floor, several feet from him. “Your legs are open?”

  Fuck, what was she planning? “Yes.”

  “Use your right hand to cup your balls for me. Tell me when you’re doing it.”

  Her breathy tone got him even harder. She was fucking aroused and he bet her pussy was dripping.

  “Cupping my balls, doc,” he said, his voice gruff.

  She licked her lips with a nod and small smile. “Ok, squeeze them very softly for me, gently. A caress.”

  It usually did nothing for him but with her kneeling there, telling him while blindfolded and turned on in her see through, pussy pink dress, made all the difference.

  “Are you… doing it?”

  “Squeezing very softly. Gently. A caress.”

  She swallowed and licked her lips. “Okay. Very good. Now, I want you to slide your left hand up your cock now. When you get to the head, tell me.”

  Fuck. “My hand is at the head,” he said, stifling a groan.

  “Slide your middle finger over the slit for me.”

  His lips parted for constant intake of more air now as he watched her, the way her own lips remained parted.

  “Are you wet?” she whispered.

  Fucking God. “Very,” he said, gritting his teeth.

  “Softly,” she whispered, “don’t forget. I want you to caress your balls very softly. Tell me you are.” />
  “I am,” he gasped.

  “Open your legs wider for me,” she said.

  “Very wide now,” he whispered, getting more winded by the second.

  “I want you to run your wet finger along the ridge of your cock, where it’s very thick.” Her words were extremely breathy and hungry sounding. “Make sure you only do what I say. When I say.”

  “Yes,” he said. “I’m rubbing the ridge where it’s very thick.”

  She paused a few seconds and he could see her chest heaving. “Is it very hot?”

  “God, yes.”

  She bit her lower lip. “Good. That’s so very good,” she whispered. “I want you to continue caressing your balls that way and slowly slide your finger over your slit again.”

  He locked his gaze on her tits, wishing he could see them as he rubbed pre-cum over his slit.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes,” he whispered, hissing.

  “Mmm, very good, you’re doing so very good. Now I want you to take your hands off of your balls and cock and clasp them behind your head. Tell me when you’re done.”

  The odd request while he wanted to continue, threw him. But he didn’t dare interrupt her little show. “Done.”

  “Okay. Now, I’m going to change this up a little.” She stood before him and he looked up. “Are you okay with me taking this blindfold off and putting it on you now? But don’t worry, I’ll stay right behind you. And still no touching.”

  “I like being blindfolded it’s what I do when—”

  “I know,” she whispered at his ear now. “Please trust me.” The warmth of her breath shot into his cock as she finished securing the blindfold on him.

  “Hands back in position,” she said at his ear. “Left one on the base of your big cock. Right one softly caressing your balls.”

  He did as she said.

  “Very good,” she whispered hotly, making him realize she was watching now. Fuck.

  “Finger back on your wet slit now. Make it hot for me.” The words trembled next to his ear. “Very good baby,” she said as he stroked the slit. “Yes, push into your fist for me. So very good, you’re doing so good with this.” The arousal in her voice was off the charts and he grunted. “Oh God, is it hot in your cock?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Stroke the length now. With a tight grip. Let me see your cock sliding in and out of your fist. Oh God, yes,” she whispered, her breath fanning his neck. “Open your legs wider for me. Gently caressing your balls are you obeying that?”

  “Jesus, yes.”

  “You’re doing so amazing.” Her breath shuddered out and he turned toward it. “Keep stroking baby. When you get to that pretty thick head, make it wet with your cum.”

  “Mercy,” he whispered.

  “Call me Doc during therapy. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” he gushed, hearing wet sounds behind him. “What are you doing?” he gasped.

  “I have my middle finger in my pussy. I’m so wet, so hot. I’m touching my clit and it’s very hard,” she said with a light whimper. Do you like me to finger my pussy like this?”

  “Fuck yes, God, fuck," he said harshly. "Finger it deep baby.”

  “You’re going to fuck your fist while I finger myself. Are you still gently squeezing your balls?”

  “Yes, I want to squeeze harder.”

  “No,” she whispered sharply. “Do as I say. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” he whispered. “I do.” He was beyond lying now.

  “Would you like me to stick two fingers in my pussy?”

  “Yes. Fucking deep.”

  “My cum is dripping down my hand. I’m going to put my fingers by your mouth but don’t move.” Her sultry, naughty tone sent heat waves through him. “I just want you to smell me. Don’t stop stroking your sexy cock. Do it quicker now,” she whispered urgently, like her own pleasure hinged on it.

  The smell of her pussy flooded his nostrils and all the air left him in one breath. “Fuck, yes.”

  “You like the smell of my pussy?”

  “So much,” he said, his breaths ragged.

  “Taste me.”

  Her fingers slipped into his mouth and he sucked and growled with vigor, his tongue sliding all over them until he was dizzy.

  “Stroke your cock while you suck my pussy off my fingers. Stroke it so fast now. But don’t come. I’m not done with your therapy yet. Make it so very hot in your balls for me.” Her voice quaked. “God my clit is begging for it. Tell me when you feel it coming baby, that fire.”

  “I feel it,” he gasped.

  “Stop,” she said, her tone firm and sharp. “Put your hands behind your head.”

  Sade bit down on those urges getting stronger and did as she said, his eyes clenched tight.

  “Final phase. I’m going to remove your blindfold.”

  She slid it off and walked to the desk, her stride sexy as fuck as he fought to catch his breath.

  She sat on the desk. “Look at me.”

  Sade had to tear his desperate gaze from between her legs to obey, still in shock from her little magic trick. More. That’s all he could think of in that second. Give me so much fucking more.

  She slowly opened her legs then pulled her knees up and back. Fucking God, he was gone. His legs opened in response. “I want you to watch now, but don’t touch yourself yet. Open your legs wide for me and get ready for my command.”

  His heart thundered at her commanding words. His body was very familiar with the concept, but coming from her, there was something potent about it.

  “Fuck, do it,” he said, when she slipped her middle finger in her pussy until it was buried. She gave a sexy moan, one that delicately asked do you like it? His hands locked harder behind his head as he watched her, his cock pounding with desire, throbbing to be touched in anyway.

  “Look at me,” she whispered.

  Sade locked his gaze to her semi-closed, his breaths coming faster at seeing her feeling so fucking good.

  “No talking for you,” she said. “Just watch me... Mmmm.” She gave a slow, heated hiss then bit her lip while lifting her ass off the desk to flick her hips. “My pussy is tight on my finger,” she whimpered, adding another finger, making him groan. “I’m going to teach you how to feel good,” she said. “Keep looking at my fingers. Look how wet they are.” She pulled them from her pussy and swirled them slowly over her clit. “Oh God, it’s so hot,” she gasped. “Is your cock ready?”

  “Fuck yes,” he gushed. “Tell me. Tell me what to do.”

  “You like that? Me making you?”

  “Yes.” More than he ever imagined he could.

  “I like making you, I really like it. Open your legs wider for me. Use your left hand to hold your cock and get it nice and wet for me again, with your middle finger.”

  He gripped the base of his cock with a grunt and pushed into the tight hold while stroking his finger over the tip, spreading his cum.

  “Oh yes, swirl it all over. Gently on those pretty balls baby, do you understand? Don’t disobey me.”

  Fuck. He clenched his eyes tight at the sexy fucking command wrapped in silk.

  “Stay with me baby, look at me.”

  He opened his eyes and locked them onto hers.

  “I want you to pump your cock into your fist but watch my fingers and follow my pace.”

  He let out a hiss, watching her two fingers slide in and out slowly. When she pulled out to rub her clit, he rubbed the slit of his cock and ridge, gasping for air.

  “That’s it, you’re doing so fucking good,” she said.

  The curse words brought him to old places and he grit his teeth on a surge of masochistic desires.

  “Sade,” she commanded, her voice sharp.

  He gasped, looking at her again.

  She got off the desk and turned, facing it. Laying her top half on it, she walked her legs apart just enough. The desk was low so that it put her perfect ass high. She turned her upper body
enough to see him behind her and began fingering herself again. “Stroke your cock Sade. Do it. I want to hear your cock moving in and out of your tight fist.”

  Sade grunted hard, flicking his hips as he watched her fingers pump in and out.

  “Oh,” she whimpered. “My clit is so hot.”

  The delicate sound snapped him in half and in one step, he was on her, hand pressing her down onto the desk, his cock slamming inside her.

  Her sharp cry and gasp finished him off, and Sade grabbed a handful of her hair, stealing her leverage as he rammed in and out of her. His other hand bit into her shoulder and she gave a short roar as she grabbed hold of the desk, sending things crashing to the floor while he pounded into that soft pussy the way he fucking needed-- hard and fast. “Take my fucking cock,” he grit. “Make your pussy come, make it come all over me.” His fingers pulled harder in her hair until she gave a stifled half scream. “Are you rubbing your clit? I want your fucking fingers on it, fucking make yourself come.” He made the demand without slowing his strokes. “Come all over me while I hammer your perfect pussy Mercy, fucking do it!” he growled.

  She let out her first orgasmic shriek and Sade grabbed her hips in both hands, yanking her faster onto him. He clenched his eyes tight as she spasmed and quivered on his raging hard on.

  He pressed his hand between her shoulders, holding her down as he pulled his cock out of her and stroked the wet head on her tight ass.

  “Sade,” she whimpered. “I can’t, I can’t, I’m scared, please.”

  The begging brought his rage full throttle and he growled, biting into her hips with his fingers as he fought the urge to shove in and tear her.

  “Go slow Sade, please.”

  “Don’t… beg me,” he barked, straining.

  “Okay, okay,” she gasped. “I’m trying, I want to do this for you, I do but I swear if you fucking hurt me, it’s over, do you fucking hear me?” she cried bitterly, looking over her shoulder. “I will kill you and then I will leave,” she gasped, the words shaking with her body now.

  It was too late. “Be so fucking still, Mercy. And breathe, do you fucking hear me? Breathe while I fuck your perfect ass.”

  “Okay, okay,” she gasped.

  Sade gasped at feeling the pressure on his head and grabbed a hand full of her hair again, pulling hard to keep from ramming. He let out a low growling hiss as he worked the tip of his head into that tight opening. “Fucking perfect,” he seethed, looking down at it.