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AINSLEY

T he feel of Mercy’s finger wrapping around my throat is a like a balm to my soul. I let my mind go blank and just live in this moment with him. Allowing my eyes to slide closed, I shift my hips, trying to ease some of the throbbing. Mercy free grips my hip, stopping my movements and pulling a whimper from my lips.

“There will be none of that. You only get relief or pleasure when I allow it,” Mercy whispers in my ear.

“Mercy, don’t play with me,” I grind out through clinched teeth.

A sinister chuckle leaves his lips. “Oh my sweet innocent Little Lamb, that’s exactly what’s about to happen. I’m going to edge you repeatedly. While mixing in some pain and when I’m ready, and only then, will you get to fall over that edge.”

“Fuck you,” I snap in frustration as his words and domineering hold stoke my need higher.

“That will happen. But first I have some other things I’ve dreamed of doing.” He pulls me off the wall, never releasing his hold on my throat.

I try to release my legs from his waist, already done with this game. All I fucking wanted and needed was to forget and, like everything else, this man has turned it into a fucking game. I’m done being a player in everyone else’s game.

Out of nowhere, the sound of a hand connecting with bare skin fills the room before my brain can register the sting of my ass cheek.

“Stay exactly where you are,” Mercy growls.

“And if I don’t want to stay where I am?” I snap back just as I feel the counter on the back of my legs.

Mercy levels his icy gaze on me. “If you say stop, that’s exactly what happens. This all stops. I might be a fucking asshole merciless killer and have no true morals, but the one thing I’ve never done—and will never do—is force myself on a woman. So, let’s go over a few ground rules.”

Stunned by his words, I just give him a slight nod of my head. I only know the man that wants me dead. The man that would gladly snap my neck rather than look at me. I had assumed these men had no morals of any kind. Hearing him say there is a line he will not cross, I don’t have words.

“First, when I ask you a question, you will answer me with words. Understood?”

I give a quick nod. The hand on my throat tightens, cutting off the blood flow to my brain.

“Words, Little Lamb,” he growls next to my ear.

“I understand,” I whisper, feeling light-headed.

“Good girl,” he croons, pulling away slightly. “Second, we need a word that stops all things. I will push you past your limits, but if at any time you truly are not okay with what’s happening, this word stops everything.”

I know I most look like an owl with how wide my eyes are open. There is no way this is happening. The ruthless killer and the man in front of me seem to be like two different people. I don’t want to be anything but fucked into forgetting for just a moment. What is with all this talking?

The one time I could use the brain-to-mouth filter to falter is the moment it holds like Fort fucking Knox. Guess I’m going to have to pull on my imaginary big girl panties.

“Mercy, I don’t need anything from you but to be fucked. What are you doing?” I ask him.

“That’s just it, Little Lamb, you aren’t like the rest. So, this conversation will be had, or I’ll go find me a fucking club bunny to take care of this.” The promise in his voice and the fact I know he would and could do just that lights a fire of jealously and anger like I’ve never felt before.

Using my hold on his neck, I pull his face to mine. “That’s not an option. You want a word fine—pickle. If it’s too much and I want it all to stop, I’ll say pickle.”

Mercy shakes his head before going back to kissing all over my neck and chest, using my hand necklace to move my head as he wants. This need is unlike anything I have ever experienced. I’m so wet and my pussy throbs with not only my heartbeat, but his as well.

“Is there anything else?” I whine once again, trying to shift my hips to get even the slightest amount of friction.

“Hold on,” he mumbles into the side of my neck.

He releases his hold on my throat to full cup my ass with both hands, holding me tight to his abs. He uses that hold to apply pressure to my throbbing center. Dropping my face onto his shoulder, I hiss as fire ignites my blood. I feel his fingers flex, squeezing hard. Unable to fight the need to taste this man, I place open-mouthed kisses across the top of his shoulder and up the side of his neck, nipping at his ear.

Mercy runs one of his hands up my back, gripping the back of my neck, pressing me tighter to him.

“Fuck,” he breathes as I continue my assault.

Suddenly, he lets me go and I’m falling backward. I let out a startled gasp when my back connects with the mattress. Reaching up, I wipe the hair from my face and look at the mountain of a man standing above me. Bringing my legs together to try to find some kind of relief, I watch Mercy watching me.

He reaches out with his large, calloused hands, placing them on my knees, pulling them apart and leaving me exposed. Bringing my hands up, I cover my face to hide my embarrassment at being laid open for this man. Mercy runs his hands up the inside of my thighs, just missing my soaking wet pussy before dragging his nails back down the same path. He leans forward, sucking an aching nipple into his mouth. Instinctually, I arch into his hold, begging for more.

Mercy doesn’t let up, moving between my nipples, sucking and biting them as he runs his hands up and down my thighs, just missing the place I want him most. Reaching out, I run my nails up his back, trying to pull him closer and push him away all at the same time. Mercy plays my body as if I’m an instrument made for him alone.

“Mercy, please.” I’m nearly crying with the need for release.

He suddenly pulls away, standing to his full height, taking in my body. The way my nipples are hard and red from his mouth, the inside of my thighs and the lines his short nails have left there.

“Fucking hell, Little Lamb, my imagination could have never conjured up how absolutely exquisite your body would look with my marks left on it.” Mercy’s words are said with pure worship.

Gripping the sheets under me, I watch him. “Mercy?—”

He cuts my words off, “Touch yourself, Little Lamb. Show me exactly how you like to be touched.”

My body goes still, and I just stare at him. He can’t mean what I think he means, can he? I don’t move. Hell, I’m scared to even breathe at this point.

“Little Lamb, I am not a man that likes to repeat myself. If that should become necessary, then punishment will be handed down.” He cocks an eyebrow, as if daring me to not follow his instruction.

Slowly, I uncurl my fingers from the sheets, running my hand across my belly toward my aching pussy. Pausing just before my trembling hand makes contact with my clit. I look back up at Mercy, finding him focused on my hand as if holding his breath to see if I’m going to follow his directions. Having his attention so focused on me washes away some of the nervousness, causing me to feel bold in my actions.

I slide my hand to the right of where I need attention the most, running just a single finger down the lip of my pussy. Mercy grumbles low in his chest as he watches me dance my finger around my begging pussy. I watch Mercy as he tracks my every move, his hands on my knees squeezing and releasing as I get closer and move away again. Shifting under my own touch, my body is begging for release. Taking my free hand, I run it up my side, cupping my breast in my hand, pinching my nipple.

Mercy grabs my wrist and pulls it away from my breast, glaring. “I don’t remember telling you that you could do that. Also, I remember telling you to touch your pussy.”

Cocking a single eyebrow, I give him a slow smile. “But I am touching my pussy.”

Just like the first time when Mercy grinned at me, my heart stutters at how truly beautiful this man is.

“Is that so? Well, it looks like we’re going to have more fun than I could have ever imagined.” The look of joy on his face is so out of place I freeze.

Before I can track what he is doing, Mercy has me flipped onto my stomach. He grabs my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. When I go to push up on my elbows, he places a hand in the center of my shoulder blades, keeping my chest flat on the bed. He runs that hand down my spine, over my ass, and down the back of my legs. When he brings his fingers back up the inside of my thighs and I squirm at the sensation.

He grips my hip with his left hand, holding me still. “You will stay completely still. You only move when I tell you to do so.”

I nod my head, unable to think through the fog clouding my thoughts. The sound of his hand cracking across my ass causes me to shout in surprise. Looking back over my shoulder at him, I find him arching an eyebrow.

“I told you before we started this, when I ask you something or tell you something, then you give me the words. Not a nod or a shrug. You will answer me.” Another sharp crack on my ass pulls a long moan out of me. “Now, do you understand what I’m telling you to do?”

“Yes Sir, I understand.” When I start speaking, he runs his hands across my ass, soothing the sting of his punishment.

“What do you understand, Little Lamb?” he mummers as his hands start their torturous movements up and down my thighs, making sure to be just shy of touching my pussy.

I swallow hard as I try to collect my thoughts. “I understand that when you tell me to do something or ask a question, I’m to answer you with words and not just nodding.”

“Good girl,” he whispers at the same time as he circles my clit and gives it a hard pinch.

That simple touch is all that it takes for me to boil over. A scream tears out of me so fast I don’t even have time to think about stifling it.

“Fuck me, Little Lamb, you’re so responsive,” he whispers, surprising me by kissing my ass while he slides a finger into me. “You're so fucking tight.”

His slow movements in and out of my pussy cause me to wiggle at the sensation of being full. Another crack and sting on my ass reminds me to be still.

“Mercy, I need more,” I whisper, gripping the sheets in my fingers.

He keeps placing kisses and nips across my ass. “More of what, Little Lamb? Tell me exactly what you need more of.”

I try to find the words, but how do I tell this man what I need when I don’t even know at this point? I must take too long to answer him because the next thing I know, I receive two quick, sharp slaps.

“Asked you to tell me, Little Lamb. What exactly do you need more of?” his voice is low and husky.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, laying my forehead onto the bed under me. “I can’t tell you what I don’t know.”

A sinister chuckle leaves his lips before he bites me hard on the thigh. “Then tell me what you do know.”

Growling at the attack, I sit straight up on my knees, glaring at the man on his knees behind me. “What I know is I asked you to fuck me and all you’ve done is play games and now bite me on the ass. So, what I want to know is, are you going to fuck me or are you just a one orgasm man like all the rest?”

Mercy pushes to his feet and for the first time, I’m able to really take in the size of the man in all his naked glory. He is large in every way possible. His wide chest tapers into muscular hips with a V pointing straight to a cock that matches the rest of the man— huge . I let my eyes travel up his body, then back to his eyes.

“Fuck,” I gasp out.

“It’s too late to turn back now,” Mercy chuckles.

Smirking at him, the filter between my brain and mouth finally falls away. “Can you actually use that thing, or is it just for decoration?”

He reaches out, cupping my chin to further tilt my head around to him as he leans into me. “I’ve wondered the same thing about that mouth of yours. Does it just run, or can you actually use it?”

Trepidation and excitement race down my spine as I think over what he just said to me. Do I want to suck his dick? Would it really fit in my mouth?

“I guess there is only one way to find out, isn’t there?” I slowly turn around to face him.