Page 42 of Mercy


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Heat blossoms in my belly.

Yes.

Does it turn you on?

Yes.

Makes me want to be bad.

What would you do if I jerked off right now?

My mouth goes dry. What is this man doing to me? Suddenly I’m reminded of the vision of Beau on his knees this morning and how enticing that image was. A tall, beautiful man submitting tome.

Then I remember what Eden said today. Hewantsto bring me pleasure. Even if that means letting me hurt him, torture him, punish him, and use him. What he wants is to give me what I want. It’s almost too foreign to comprehend.

I’d have no choice but to lock up your

cock in a cage until you learn.

A cage?!

Yep. Look it up.

I’m grinning ear to ear as I wait. And just as expected, a moment later he texts back.

You’re crazy.

I’m a little scared of you right now.

Good. Then maybe you’ll behave.

Maybe. ;)

Do your homework.

I’ll see you in the morning.

No jerking off.

Yes, ma’am.

The instant serotonin boost I get whenever he says that to me is like a hit of something potent and intoxicating. As I put my phone on the charger and roll over to fall asleep, I remember what Eden said tonight at the club—this is supposed to be fun.

I just need to stop worrying about the expectations and my preconceived notions, and let the amazing chemistry we have lead the way. It doesn’t need to be so scary.

And with what I have in mind for him tomorrow, I’m going to have to work up the guts to go through with it. I’m crossing a major line, but it’s not one we haven’t already crossed. I said no sex, and I’m sticking to that. Sex complicates things, and things are too complicated as it is.

But I also said there are other things we can do that don’t include sex, and I intend to use them all.

Emerson would have my head if he knew what I had planned for his son, but with his track record, he really has no room to talk.

Rule #13: If you don’t take it seriously, you will be punished.

Beau

I feel like I’m in school. A kinky sex school with a teacher who looks even more nervous than me.

I filled out the checklist on a scale of one to five for each item. They were mostly zeroes and fives, and I was a little surprised by how many of them involved my pain or me being fucked by something. Or at least that’s what I assumed. When it asked about fisting, I sort of figured I would be the one being fisted, which for the record, was a zero.

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