Page 67 of Built for Mercy

I gritted out, “One.” Then succumbed to the sensations that were quickly building. He slid a finger down my slit before pushing it inside and curling it toward that spot inside that had me shuddering and quivering far too fast. I needed to move, needed to relieve this tension, but I couldn’t. I was stuck. Tied up. Nipples tingling.

“I need to move. I can’t take it,” I cried out.

“Are you using your safe words?”

I hesitated, then shook my head. “Then you can take it,” he told me as he kept going. And then…

“M-Mav, I—”

But I couldn’t finish the sentence as the orgasm tore through me, rocking my world and blurring my vision.

Holy.

Shit.

I don’t think I had ever come in such quick succession before.

Pulling at my restraints, I gasped for air. “Two,” I said, realizing what my punishment was. I just—could I taketwelve more? There’s no way he’d do that to me. It wasn’t even possible.

Yet he didn’t relent. He made me come a third time, and after the fourth, it did start to hurt.

Tears gathered in my eyes. My body trembled. My pride was bruised. I thought I could take it, that a few orgasms wouldn’t destroy me. Before I realized it, I was blurting, “Blue.”

Maverick stopped, rising to his knees and immediately unbuckling the cuffs on my ankles. As soon as I was free, I snapped my legs together in relief. And then he was over me, grabbing each side of my face.

“Are you alright?” Gentle, yet dark.

Slowly, I nodded.

“Good.” He pressed a rough kiss to my mouth—the taste of me strong on his lips—before gripping my hips and flipping me over, pulling back until I was on my knees with my ass in the air. Myarms were crossed, near the point of pain, but I was distracted by his warmth disappearing from behind me. There was the sound of a bottle opening, but I didn’t have the energy to look over my shoulder to see. My body was still recovering from his relentless punishment.

“Look at you, being my dirty little whore like the good girl you are,” he praised in that low voice I loved so much. I found myself whimpering, my knees spreading as my body yearned for more. His hands kneaded my ass before spreading my cheeks. “Relax for me. Breathe.” I followed his command, and on a deep exhale, I felt something small slip into my back entrance.

My heart kicked up a notch, my back tensing as I realized his intention. He must’ve sensed this shift in me, because he stopped.

“Baby, either use your safe words or trust me to take care of you. If you trust me, I need you to relax.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I forced the tension out of my body and let him resume. The feeling was both foreign and overwhelming in the most delicious way. And then there was an intense vibrating that quite literally stole the breath from my lungs and had me barreling towards an orgasm, ten times more breathtaking than the others.

“Jesus, Mav,” I gasped, barely holding myself up on my crossed arms. “Feel so… full.”

He didn’t respond, but seconds later his palm made contact with my ass, and I jolted. I knew without a doubt this was another part of his punishment.

“Five,” I murmured, my pussy growing wetter by the second and my arousal trickling down my thighs.

He spanked me twice more, each one harder than the last, and then that orgasm peaked and broke over me. The rush had me crying out, quivering, sweat beading on my neck and forehead.My thighs shook, my breath caught—but the vibrator buried deep in my ass didn’t stop.

The relentless hum sent shockwaves through me, overstimulating every nerve, turning the pleasure razor-sharp. My body clenched, trapped in the unbearable friction, caught between the pressure in my ass and the punishing waves of my orgasm.

I was so lost—mind blank, body raw—that I barely registered the sharp crack of another spank before he drove into me, his cock stretching me open, pressing me deeper into the mattress…

And the pressure snapped. My body convulsed, a strangled, broken cry ripping from my throat as the pleasure detonated inside me again—violent, consuming, leaving me wrecked and trembling in his grasp.

Dios.

Mio.

Maverick fucked me hard and fast, his hand stroking my clit, his mouth biting my neck. All of my sensitive zones were on system overload, my body on the precipice of never recovering from this relentless punishment. I didn’t know how much more I could take.