Mercy had only been working there a few weeks when I'd overheard Eliza asking her some trying-to-get-to-know-you questions. I'd hung back in the hallway, not wanting to interrupt because I wanted to know, too. It was like pulling teeth, but Mercy quietly mentioned the fact that she was an orphan who'd aged out of the system. And an introvert, to boot.
Vulnerable prey, helpless to the whims of vicious predators.
Good thing I'm here to protect her from scum like that.
It didn't take long to notice that crooked things drove her crazy. Like an itch that needed to be scratched, she would literally squirm in her seat until she got a chance to straighten whatever it was that was off-kilter.SoI always made sure to push the exemption certificate's frame out of place, just so she'd have something to look forward to every morning. Same with her perfume. I wanted her to know I was there.
And now she's here. I gaze longingly at her, curvy limbs akimbo in my bed. It was a kindness, really, to reveal her future to her as I did. To let herhopesbuild and then be crushed would be cruel, and I cannot tolerate knowingly causing her unnecessary pain.
But we must start as we mean to go on. She’s mine. Demonstrating that will be much more effective than mere words. Here on my secluded property, away fromtherules and regulations of society, I can claim her, body and soul, as a woman was meant to be taken.
Primally.
Forcefully.
Finally.
Thoughts race through my mind, flashing previews of the fiery embraces my bed will soon see. My darker skin sliding against her paleness as our limbs tangle. The whimpers escaping her mouth as I pin her down with brute strength. The tightness of her pussy as I overpower her reluctance and breed her. Her thick hips forced wide by my bulk as I spray her cervix with my seed. Her ultimate surrender as sheacceptsshe is defenseless against the potency of my passions. The explosive orgasms that will drain us both at our acceptance that I am the apex predator dominating his mate.
I want to chase her. Capture her. Claim her.
Blood rushes into my dick at the erotic visions. I’d rather her be awake so I can show her how good we are together, but she’s entirely too tempting, naked and small in my Wyoming king size bed. The bed I bought just for us, wanting to have my sweet Mercy sleeping in something no one else has touched.
As I greedily run my eyes over her breasts, her breath hitches and alanguidsigh leaves her.That does it. I don’t like that she washed me off of her earlier, but that just means I'll have to putmycum back on her. If I could bathe her in it, I would.
I whip my thickening cock out. It’s her own fault, really, for being so irresistible. A few pumps up and down and I’m rock solid. Ready to mark her again. But the feel of my hand won’t do. Too rough. I need something soft.
Soft like Mercy’s hands. Her left one is perfectly placed. Even positioned palm up, like she’s begging me to put something in it. Or to wrap her softness around my hardness and drag it from root to tip, palming the knob in a circle. Like this.
Mhmm...feels so good.I manipulate her hand to form a fist and drill my shaft through it. Back and forth. In and out. Fast then slow. Good God, why does she affect me so?
My balls slap against her wrist and forearm with the rhythm of my thrusts. That feels amazing, too. What will it feel like when she's completely conscious? Maybe I'll be the one to black out as the sensations overwhelm me. I move faster, keeping my gaze on my sweet Mercy's face.
Closer, closer, closer...
Just as I'm about to erupt, a tiny sob escapes her in her sleep. I curse, faltering right on the torturous edge of coming. The battle between my mind and my dick is an agonizing one that I almost don't win.
But she needs rest. I can be reasonable. Just like my father was with my mother. After he brought her home to me, he spent countless hours just holding her on the couch. Constant reassuring touches throughout the day to reinforce that she was now his to comfort.
Instead of forcing Mercy to jerk me off in her sleep, I yank my sweats off and climb naked into the bed with her, propping up onto my elbow. She's finally mine, and I can't believe it. I just want to stare at her and drink in the sight.
But the heavy weight between my legs isn’t easy to ignore. Still rock hard and dripping, I reach down to the wetness and swipe a finger through it. Bringing it closer to my face, I wonder at the small bead of liquid as the light hits it. This is me—and I belong in her.
On her, in her...either will do. As long as my stamp of ownership is all over her, I don't care which. Heat stirs within me as my eyes jump between my finger and Mercy's unconscious form. I've got to mark hernow.
Grabbing her jaw with one hand and pursing her lips open, I spread my precum along her smooth gums and, after gathering more, on her tongue. I force her mouth closed, shuddering at the spike of electricity flowing through me as she smacks her lips in her sleep, tasting me.That's it, kitten. Know my taste. Crave it.
It's not enough. With my cock leaking like a sieve, I've got to do more. Another trail decorates her sweet little nipples, and when I'm done with those, I even leave some in her belly button, the small motion of going in and out reminding me that soon my dick will penetrate her pussy.
But for now, I'll settle for gently shoving more of me inside that pretty pink pussy. I swear, the sight and feel of my finger being clenched by her gorgeous cunt is almost more than I can take. At this rate, this river of arousal will never end.
I grit my teeth and turn us on our sides, my neglected cock nestling within the warm cradle of her cheeks. Drawing the covers up over us, I casually trace her nipples, not wanting to leave her to rest alone yet. I love the way those naughty buds harden even in her sleep.
This is sublime bliss, the feel of her in my arms. I brush light kisses against her dark hair that's so soft on my lips and smells like her shampoo. The rest of her smells like me, though. Like my body wash.
Shifting so her head rests on my arm, I take her hand in mine. We fit so right together. My gaze falls on the closed closet door. Inside are gifts just for her—clothes, shoes, and purses. Anything she might need, I bought, sparing no expense for my baby girl. She's worth every penny I spent and more. Yes, I know her measurements. Yes, it's creepy the way I obtained them. But I'mhercreep.
Now that my plan is in motion, there's no turning back. She's here. I’ll give her a bit more time, but when she wakes up, sweet Mercy Callahan will learn just what it means to belong to Amos Mitchell Shay.
