Page 43 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

I trembled in anticipation, my pussy tightening, slick dripping down my thighs. He would work his way to my core, and the true torture would begin. Now, he was just teasing me. Showing me hints of what it would feel like to have this vibrator on a more sensitive part of my body.

He brought it back up to my hip, rubbing it down the other side of me, and I whined.

“Impatient as always.”

Mercer pressed it briefly against my clit, just long enough for me to moan loudly, then ran it down my inner thigh.

“At least start the punishment so I can have your cock eventually,” I begged. “Please, you’re going to drive me insane.”

He slid it back up my other thigh, pressing it against my core again. “Keep begging me to punish you, and maybe I will,” he ordered.

“Please, punish me.” I tried to grind down on the vibrator, but he stopped me with a firm spank. “Punish me. I need you.”

He didn’t move the vibrator off my clit, letting it work me up, achingly slowly, to the brink of bliss.

Then, in true Mercer fashion, he removed all stimulation just in time to yank me back again.

How is he so good at timing that? It’s not fucking fair.

I groaned, clutching the blankets in a vise grip.

My core pulsed, desperate to come, but with no touch to bring me there, I couldn’t. I wanted to call Mercer evil, but I knew when he was done with the torture, the pleasure would be all the better.

I’d still rather just have him let me come and fuck me right now, but that’s why he considered this a punishment.

When my whines had gotten a hint less desperate, he touched me again. This time, he pulled the butt plug out of me, stretching me out. He pushed it back in, fucking me teasingly with it.

At first the alternating stretch and fullness didn’t do much for me, the sensation foreign. As he kept going, it felt better and better until I was squirming, trying to have him fuck me faster.

“More, please,” I gasped.

“If you say so.”

He brought the bullet vibe back to my core. His other hand still worked the plug slowly in and out of my ass.

The twin sensations were overwhelming, driving me up to a peak even quicker than before.

He didn’t let me come.

“You asshole,” I grumbled half-heartedly when he stopped touching me yet again.

Mercer’s hand came down hard on my ass, and I jerked.

“Next time, do as you’re told so we can keep you safe,” he said. “Then you won’t be punished.”

All at once, he touched me again, bringing me back to the edge and crashing down. That time, he barely gave me any time to recover before he was back to touching me. I quickly lost track of how many times I’d been teased to the brink, and then forced to crash.

My hazy brain brought me back to the subspace I’d been in the last time; keeping me floating in torturous bliss. I tensed every time I came close to coming, knowing it was about to be ripped away.

Then, without warning, he didn’t pull back.

He kept going until my tense body was able to relax and release, pleasure washing over me. I cried into the blankets as I came, my entire body vibrating from the relief.

“Fuck, I love watching you fall apart after I tease you like that,” Mercer said huskily.

I didn’t have a voice to say anything in return, but I didn’t need to.

He gave me what I wanted next, without me having to ask. The tip of his cock rubbed along the length of my oversensitive pussy, then pressed inside.

With the plug still filling my other hole, he felt massive, filling me to the brink. I moaned and slumped down, but he hauled my hips up again. “Stay up here, princess. Let me fuck you.”

I tried to brace myself and do as he said, but I was weak. He had to keep holding me up as he thrust, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. All I could do was lay there and moan as his cock brought me to another earth-shattering orgasm.

He cursed when I pulsed around his length, slick spilling down my inner thighs. Fucking me through it, he didn’t come—meaning I’d have to survive one more orgasm before he was done with me.

My thighs were already trembling—I didn’t know if I could handle much more.

He’d proven before that he knew how to push me to my limits without surpassing them. Part of me doubted he could manage the same feat twice, though.

Mercer’s cock stretched me open more with every thrust, his knot almost slipping inside me. My baser instincts had me pushing back whenever I felt it get close, even though it might break me with how sensitive I was right now.

He picked up the pace, railing into me as I trembled and whimpered beneath him. He was the only thing keeping me stable. The only thing keeping me in reality at all.

I needed him.

“Knot me,” I pleaded.

Groaning, he pulled my hips back against him. His knot pushed inside, fighting with the butt plug for space. It felt so full, so intense, that it made me come again, instantly.

I screamed my release, and he cursed. “Fuck, Talia.”

His cock jerked inside me, cum flooding me, locked in place by the tight seal of his knot.

When his breath was reduced to panting, the throes of the orgasm over, he groaned and collapsed on the bed, spooning me. He reached down and pulled the plug gently from my ass, tossing it haphazardly elsewhere on the bed.

“Do you feel like you’ve been punished?” he asked, his voice husky.

“I do,” I whispered back. “I’ll let you protect me next time.”

“Good girl. I just want to keep you safe.”

“I know.”

I pressed back against him, snuggling my head up under his chin. We’d be stuck together like this for a while, but I wasn’t about to complain.