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He starts to work the rope, rubbing those knots in deep where I need them. Mercer brings me higher and higher until the pleasure balloons out, taking over everything as I convulse against the pillar.
He’s right there with me, to hold me up, to stop me from hurting myself, just like I knew he would be.
Mercer unties me from the pillar and lies me in the center of the large sofa. I’m still bound. He spreads my thighs and starts to lick and suck and work the ropes. I want to push him away, it’s too much. But this is Mercer. My Master does whathe wants, and I give him the power. Soon, he makes me fly again, so high I think I touch the sun, the moon, and the stars.
Everything is a blur, I’m still lost, floating in the euphoria. Mercer unties me and takes me into the shower with him. He’s naked, hard, but not even trying to take me.
“I want your cum.” My words are a breathless whisper.
“Pollyanna, you’re gone. You’re in the depths of fucking subspace.”
“Please.” I grab at him, unwilling to let go. He holds me against him as I stroke his thick cock. It doesn’t take long for him to come, and he groans and shudders, swearing as his warmth coats my fingers.
Then he cleans us and dries us. The next thing I know, I’m hitting soft sheets that smell like him and faintly of detergent.
He holds me in his strong arms, stroking me, kissing me softly until I float back down into reality again.
“There’s water by the bed, Ivy.”
My eyes droop closed, body completely sated. I’m still gone, exhausted, my brain still fogged with a thick cloud of carnal bliss. As I drift off, feeling as if I’m floating off the ground on billowy clouds, his lips graze my ear.
“Just so you know, we’ll be doing that for an audience, Pollyanna.”
That slams me the hell right back to Earth.
And the impact hurts like a bitch.
TWENTY-SIX
mercer
Something’s shifted.
It’s her. Of course, it’s her.
I gave her what she wanted last night, took her into a sexual experience where it was so deliberate and controlled that she fucking floated from the world down into my carefully curated one, designed just for her.
And instead of walking away, I stayed and gave her what I needed to, aftercare that she clung to like it was going out of fucking style.
A slight deviation to my plan, but still my plan.
She sits in front of my computer, naked. I don’t care if she uses it. She can use whatever the hell device she wants to dig into me and my past. My online profile and presence are carefully curated, like most everything else in my life.
“You were asleep when I got up.”
Ivy stills, her hand hovering over the keyboard. She jumps out of the chair. “I wasn’t being nosy. I just wanted to look up some more things on D/s.”
A red flush burns her skin as her dark hair tumbles over her shoulders. She scoops up her dress and pulls it on, but notbefore I can admire the marks on her from the ropes. They’re mostly subtle, but there.
“Pollyanna, if I was hiding something, my computer would be behind locked doors, you wouldn’t be in my room, and I wouldn’t have left you here while I went to work out.”
I collapse onto the sofa, feet up on the coffee table in front of me.
“By the way, I prefer the dress off.”
“You like bondage and forced orgasms and edging me, too.”
“Youhavebeen reading up. Learn anything interesting?”
