Page 33 of Mercy


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With the hand not holding his, I reach up and find the back of his head, gripping his hair in my fist, tugging him even closer. The power in my hands is intoxicating.

“How should I do that?”

“With your fingers. Slip them inside me. Fuck me with them.”

Who am I?

A subtle, rumbling growl vibrates from his body to mine as he springs into action, sliding his hand down the front of my panties and plunging one finger inside me. I cry out, a desperate sounding moan. It’s been too long since I’ve been touched, and it’s never felt like this.

“Turn to face me,” I say.

Keeping his finger inside me, he spins me around until I’m facing him, and with two steps, he presses me hard against the wall, his frame crowding me into the tight space.

The movement of his finger doesn’t stop, and it is just enough to drive me wild. I want him to fuck me, but I don’t want to go too far right now. I want to savor this, enjoy the small things until we gradually make them big things.

“Kiss me,” I say, and without missing a beat, his mouth is on mine. His lips are so soft and sweet, a little facial hair around his mouth enough to add to the friction without being distracting. Our tongues tangle, the chemistry between us so nuclear, I’m afraid I might actually die from the intensity of it.

He rips my mask off, without me having to tell him to, and then deepens our kiss. His finger is moving faster, and my breathing is erratic. When he adds a second finger, using his thumb to add pressure to my clit, I feel my climax creeping closer.

“I want to hear you come,” he whispers against my mouth.

I couldn’t keep in my noises at this point if I wanted to. I’m panting, moaning, trying to find room in my lungs for oxygen as I gasp for air.

“Don’t stop,” I plead. Lifting a leg to give him better access, I grab the back of his head again, squeezing a handful of his hair so he feels my pleasure with a sting of pain.

“Yes, ma’am.”

When I feel my orgasm coming, I reach down, slamming his hand against me and using his palm pressed tightly to my clit to ride out the sensation. With my head hanging back, his mouth is on my neck as pleasure assaults every nerve ending in my body. It pulses and pulses until I’m left with nothing but tingles and breathlessness.

And as an owner of a sex club, I’m not proud to admit this part, but that was the first orgasm I’ve ever had in public. Even worse, it’s the first one I’ve ever had in the company of another person.

Not that I’m about to tell him that.

But still…it was amazing. Easily, the best of my life.

As I start to come down, his hand still buried in my panties, two fingers stuffed inside me and his mouth near my throat, I smile.

“That was amazing,” he says, his deep voice vibrating against my neck.

“Don’t move for a minute,” I reply, wanting to ease myself down from this moment.

“Yes, ma’am.”

My eyes pop open, not that I can see anything, but I play his words over and over in my head because it sounded too familiar for my comfort. And not just because he’s said it at least five other times in the last fifteen minutes, but because it reminds me of someone else.

I rack my brain for a moment, feeling a little unsettled as he squeezes me closer, clearly not noticing my sudden discomfort.

Where did I just hear that?It was somewhat recent, so I replay the last few days in my memory: moving, unpacking, the party.

Finally, it hits me, and at first, I feel relieved. It was just Beau. He said that to me on the night of my impromptu housewarming.

Still frozen in place, I run through a quick list of facts about my mystery man, searching for at least one that will relieve me of this paranoia and confirm that Beau and my mystery man are two different people. He’s twenty-two. He’s new to kink. He’s local.

But Beau’s at the party. He was at the party when I left.

Although he was late meeting me here.

“Okay, pull out,” I whisper in a rush, and he quickly takes his hand from between my legs.

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