I'm beautiful.
"Let it go. Come on, give it to me, baby."
A powerful ball of emotion twists in my chest and exits my throat as a sob. This man, this crazy, obsessed man, loves me forme. My back arches, fingers reaching out to link with his as my orgasm forcefully rips through me, a raw and guttural cry leaving me.
I collapse against him, completely undone. His arms anchor me to him, his scruff abrading my neck as he nuzzles into me. "My sweet Mercy. Such a good girl."
I'm his. His sweet Mercy. "Hold me, Amos."
"I am, baby girl."
It’s not enough."Tighter. Please."
Amos turns me around, wrapping my naked legsaround his waist in a sweet embrace. I bury my face in his neck and inhale his scent, trying to slow my racing heart as I battle the instinct to hide away.
"Shh…It's all right. You did so good, baby. So good. I'm proud of you. You were so brave to let me spank you." The deepness of his voice combined with his warm hands trailing up and down my spine calms me, little by little.
"Do you see now how that kind of spanking is different?"
The rumble of his voice through his chest is so soothing. At my nod, he tightens his arms, squeezing me so good.
"I would never hurt you like that, Mercy. But now you know a spanking can feel good, can turn you on. Like when I spanked your sweet pussy in the shower. Remember that?"
Do I ever. How could I forget that memorable orgasm? That burn and slightest hint of pain that served to escalate the pleasure?
"Yes," I finally get out in a whisper, curling my fingers in his wiry chest hair. "I was surprised by how good that felt. I didn't realize this would be the same."
"My kitten. Give me that mouth." Amos tilts my chin up to lay claim to my mouth, tongue dipping in and tangling with mine before retreating so he can suck my lips. "You have my heart in your hands, baby girl."
This man is relentlessly breaking through all my defenses with a gentle battering ram.
Chapter seventeen
Mercy
"Doesthisfeelgood,kitten? You want it harder?"
I moan, toes curling.
Amos digs in deep. "That’s the spot, yeah?"
"God, yes. Do the other one and make it even, please."
He'd picked my feet up ten minutes ago and, after a surprised, instinctive kick to his face—which he thwarted—started the best massage of my life. I never knew feet could hold so much tension.
The growling of my stomach breaks the moment.
"Are you hungry?" Amos chuckles and drops a ticklish kiss where my toes meet the underside of my feet.
"Starving, actually. I need sustenance." More than a few hours have passed since our big breakfast and the, erm…spanking.
He snickers and grabs the front of his pants, which, surprisingly enough, are still clean after what he did to me. "Sustenance, eh? I’ve got somesustenancefor you."
"Amos." His eyes still light up every time I say his name. "I wantactualfood. Real food." The more I think about it, the bigger my craving gets.
"Well, let's go see what's in the kitchen and I'll whip something up."
Not exactly what I had in mind. "Actually, I'm dying for a milkshake.Mhmm... Or a malt. Does Pleasant Plain have a place?"
