No Mercy: A Darker Continuation

by Bane, Lucian

  “Oh God,” she gasped, straining. Worry edged her tone like she wasn’t sure what to expect. Fuck, was this like her first orgasm in a way?

  He stroked his cock faster as her hips pumped and squirmed. The cover slid more off as her other hand went between her legs. Oh my God! Her finger was in her pussy, she was fucking fingering it. It was the winning touchdown for him.

  Sade fought to be quiet as she wiggled her middle finger inside her pussy and finally came apart. Her back arched hard with the spasms, toes pointing, mouth open with that delicious shock. But it was those stifled cries and gasps that did it to him. Sade clenched his own eyes as his orgasm raged forward. Gripping his balls hard, he grit his teeth as he mentally shoved his cock in her pretty open mouth and rammed the head against her throat. Hot come shot hard and long into his hand while his body made him swear on his grave to fuck her mouth first chance he got. Yes, yes, he would, he promised.

  He leaned against the wall in the closet, gasping quietly as her moans slowed and softened. His cock jerked with the sound like she kissed the head of his dick and licked along his balls with each breath.

  And no pain. There had been no pain, just all fucking pleasure, all her, all his sweet angel. Oh God he needed her.

  Took her an hour to go to sleep and Sade finally slipped out of her room, his feet promising he’d pay dearly for that one. It was worth a fucking bullet to the head as far as he was concerned. Just so he lived to do it again and again and again, another day.

  ****

  Mercy stared at her body in the bathroom mirror, her head angled in curiosity. She stepped closer and then looked down at her breasts. Her heart raced at seeing her nipple deformed looking. Her gaze shot back to the mirror. What had happened, and how did she not see that before? Was she born like that?

  Iron butterflies chewed at her intestines. She leaned a little, glancing at the clock on the small table by the bed. Thirty minutes ‘til their next session. Felt like a countdown to Armageddon. Flashes of Sade on his bed touching himself heated her body to boiling. How would she face him now and not look like she’d seen that? She felt like it was written all over her. God.

  And what did he have in mind with her? Something told her sexual, even though he’d said it wasn’t. She closed her eyes, her heart hammering as flashes of his face in ecstasy burned her. The bed shaking, the sounds, the way he’d called her name. Her name. Mercy.

  Too bad she didn’t really know who she was. It was like miming her own identity. She felt like an imposter in somebody’s body. Taking a man that didn’t belong to her but did. But this man wanted Mercy and only Mercy. Or so he thought.

  How did it come to this? She was at a one-eighty with him. Was she this weak before with him? She didn’t doubt it one bit. Her heart tried to beat out of her chest, and she took a deep breath. There was so much suddenly there with him. She knew he was the one putting it all there in order to help bring her memories but all he had to show for it was a flood of estrogen. Without that initial fear she’d had with him, all those crazy symptoms in her body seemed to turn on her in a good bad way.

  Maybe she should just take the plunge and give it a shot. It had to be hard on him, having her go from loving him passionately to not even knowing him. She could at least fix the being afraid of him part. And she could let things… just happen if they should.

  The idea he might see her naked suddenly terrified her. He’s seen you naked, dummy. But she couldn’t get over the sensation that this was his first time with her too. It was goddamn strange and she hated this not remembering shit! An avalanche of emotions hit her until she trembled with uncertainty. Please, please, let me remember so we can be done with this and go back to whatever amazing thing we shared.

  She turned around to examine her backside, and more dread hit her at seeing the white lines along her legs and butt. Those weren’t birth defects. Did Sade know what they were from? How would he not? She turned forward again and looked at the ugly nipple. He surely wasn’t attracted to that. Had to be a defect he made himself blind to or just ignored.

  She wrapped the towel around her, feeling more than just naked. She felt… open and stupid. Maybe even dirty. God, she was tired of analyzing everything—why she felt this, why she thought that. She pulled the pouch of makeup toward her. She didn’t allow herself to wonder again who it was for. Time to save her brain power for remembering more important things.

  Finally, dressed in a black miniskirt with a little flare, and fitted black tank top that showed her shoulders, she made her way on Liberty’s makeshift crutches that fit Mercy better than the guys.

  Stomach nearly sick, she knocked softly on Sade’s door and looked down at herself. Was the skirt too short? Too slutty. Or childish? Had she been slutty before? How had she dressed? Did he like slutty? Or innocent? Should she ask or was it stupid to?

  The door opened and her courage crumbled just at the sight of him. And smell. Dear God, it had to be the most erotic smell she’d ever encountered. Or remembered encountering. He towered before her in only jeans. The light at his back made his muscles stand out in the shadows and sent her heart to pound furiously between her trembling legs.

  He looked her over without a word, no greeting, his face unreadable as he stepped aside to let her in.

  She made her way into the room and looked around for a hint of his plan and immediately spied items on the table that might be unusual.

  “Have a seat on the bed.”

  His firm tone made her legs tremble more. Was he angry? Her brain flew through their last session, trying to remember a point where she’d done or said anything to upset him. Oh God, had he somehow found out she’d been in his room? Had she left some kind of evidence?

  She sat on the bed and leaned the crutches next to her, following his slow steps in her peripheral vision. He walked without crutches now, though carefully, and sat in the chair at the small table.

  He finally looked at her, slight strain on his face as his eyes lowered over her. She smoothed her skirt as he took his time in his silent perusal until she felt like a stupid little girl pretending to be a woman. A clown with makeup, trying to impress the wrong audience.

  That silver gaze slowly raised back to hers. “I want to do something that you may not like.”

  Her heart hammered now, mouth suddenly dry. “Like… what?”

  He glanced at the items on the table next to him. “Like… tie you up.”

  More adrenaline flooded her. “And?”

  “I’ve tied you up before and I think it might help.” His eyes raised to hers. “That’s all.”

  That wasn’t all. She was sure of it. But this was it. As she stared at him, she finally knew something. And knowing something—anything—was goddamn awesome. No, she didn’t just know it, she was sure of it. She wasn’t worried about remembering, she was more concerned about having him. Now. Remembering could come later. “Alright.”

  He locked a solid gaze on her, like maybe he wasn’t expecting the cooperation and waiting for the but.

  “Where would you like me?”

  “On the bed.”

  Controlled hunger in his deep voice sent fire licking through her body. “On my back?”

  “Yes.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  The urgency in his tone should have scared her. But the fear of pain or dying wasn’t what made her tremble like a leaf. It was what she wanted him to do that stole her breath, longed for him to do. Touch. She wanted it, was ready. His touch. Somehow, someway. Any way, every way. She wanted to be at his mercy. With her body, her mind. Her heart. She wanted to feel him the way she once had and couldn’t remember. The sloppy, passionate words in his journal had lit a fire in her. They were saturated with everything she wanted and craved. They burned in her, hotter and hotter until the fire roared in her veins and stained everything with a ruthless power. And now, she was burning, starving, dying. Drowning. She didn’t want to understand why or who or when. She just wanted him to
feed what her body craved—had to have.

  Him.

  That’s all that mattered, all she’d let matter.

  On her back in the center of the bed, she stared at the ceiling in a sudden calm, putting her arms out at her sides.

  In silence, he took her left arm and began restraining it. His fingers glided over her skin in a reverent anticipation and awe.

  Her breaths became erratic as that hunger burned in her. He moved to her right leg next. Very slowly, he slid it open and she gasped, heat throbbing between her legs. She’d removed the ugly Crocs and black socks, too ashamed to leave them on. But now she worried he’d see the round band-aids covering the holes on the top and bottom of her feet and for some reason, stop the program.

  Panic hit when she couldn’t remember which panties she put on.

  He stroked his fingers along her ankle and calf as he restrained her with some soft white material, then moved to the next. Again he slid her leg open, grazing her skin with a near trembling touch that sent heat straight up her leg.

  Black panties. Satin. That’s what she had on. Thank God.

  She finally let her eyes dart toward him, desperate to know what he was thinking. Her gasp shot out at finding his head angled and staring between her legs. The vicious lines in his face fanned the fire in her blood until it slithered in her muscles like a slow seduction.

  At her other arm, she looked at him as he repeated all the same steps, not changing a thing. Finally done, he stared into her eyes, spearing her through and through.

  Their gazes remained locked as he sat next to her on the bed, his face seeming more tormented than ever. He slowly leaned toward her, his gaze on her mouth. She didn’t close her eyes, didn’t breathe, wanting to see him, never stop seeing him. Near her. Touching her. She wanted to brand every bit of him in her brain.

  He paused and hovered near her mouth and Mercy parted her lips, tasting the cinnamon on his hot breath while remaining perfectly still.

  His eyes roamed her face before locking on hers. She couldn’t resist the whimper from the violent connection. A firestorm swirled in the dark silvery depths as the tip of his nose touched hers. “Did you have fun?”

  She swallowed and gasped. “W-what…”

  “Last night?” His nose moved down to her ear. “Hiding in my closet?”

  “Oh God,” she whispered.

  “Yes.” He licked at her lobe, making her gasp. “I have to know. Did you like it?”

  Shame and desire warred in her as she pulled on the restraints with so many needs.

  “No closing your eyes, Angel.”

  She could hardly catch her breath as she opened them, immediately sucked into his hot gaze.

  “I’m so glad you watched me.” He stood next to the bed, and her gaze lowered to his hands undoing his pants. In one move, he pushed them down to expose the strain of his huge cock in tight black briefs. He slid his hand over the outline of his thick length angling up in his underwear. “Did it make your pussy hot? Watching me?”

  Jesus. Took all she had to answer with barely a nod.

  He finished kicking his legs free of his pants with a gasp. “I fucking know it did.” Eyeing her body, he climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs. The veins in his hand stood out as he stroked his length again then lowered the front of his underwear.

  Oh my God, oh my God. He was impossibly huge up close.

  He held his cock with his legs open while staring between her legs now. “I know I said nothing sexual but…” he bit his lower lip and slid his finger over the very center of her panties, making her cry out. “I so fucking lied,” he whispered, his eyes slowly rolling up to hers.

  She was nearly grunting with need, her stomach clenched impossibly hard.

  “Truth is, I can’t wait another day to feel you.” His finger navigated inside the edge of her panties and her mouth flew open. “Right here.” He dipped inside her and she bucked her hips in response. He bit his lip hard, his brows drawn in concentration. “Fucking wet, Angel,” he whispered. “Just like my cock.” He continued teasing her opening with slow nudging that had her body reaching, demanding more. “Watch me, Mercy,” he whispered. “Watch me stroke my big cock while I play with your gorgeous fucking pussy.”

  She did watch. Her eyes burned with desire as his fingers swirled over the thick head, making it shine until she squirmed in the restraints for more, anything.

  “Where do you think I went after I made my cock come last night, Mercy?”

  Her heart pounded furiously at his tone. She locked her gaze on his secretive one, not missing the bad boy look there.

  “I went to your room. And hid in the closet.”

  Her mind and body connected the dots immediately and she gasped in shame. His finger pushed with more aggression before she could care about anything but him going deeper, and touching that spot he’d called her clit.

  “I watched you, Angel. So fucking beautiful touching your pretty pussy. Pulling your legs so far back while you rubbed your clit and fingered yourself.”

  “Oh God, yes,” she gasped at the slow stroking of his finger on the upper wall inside her. So good, so good. Her finger hadn’t felt anything like that, he was making everything impossibly hot.

  “Look at me, baby,” he whispered, his voice strained with hunger. “While you squirm like that in my bed. Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about this? For a fucking nightmare eternity.”

  His finger sank deep suddenly and hit bottom for an electric flicking that drew all her breath from her in one instant. She bucked her hips, wanting it again, more, faster, harder. God, please.

  “Is your clit on fire, baby?”

  “Yes! Please, touch it.”

  She gasped when he jerked her panties roughly to the side. She looked down to see him kneeling closer to her, his finger back to stroking at the shallow spot near her entrance. She stared at the large head of his cock moving toward her body. She reached for it with desperate thrusts and grunts.

  “That fucking look of ecstasy on your face, right there. That’s what my body aches for.” His cock finally made contact on her clit, a brief touch. “Work for it,” he ordered. “Move your pretty pussy for me.”

  She pulled on the restraints, flicking hungrily against the barely there touch of his cock. “Please, fuck.”

  “Please, fuck,” he repeated hotly, his breath shaking as he slid his finger deep inside her again. “I know how bad you want my cock, I do. You want it right here.” He flicked rapidly against that deep spot, drawing high-pitched cries from her. “Ramming hard and fast, no stopping. That’s what you want.” He pressed the head on her clit again and she gave a sharp cry, quickly wiggling on it, only to have him pull back, seconds after. Her nails bit into her palms, her teeth into her lip.

  “Please, Sade.” She was ready to say whatever he wanted. “Fuck me, please, do it, I need you.”

  He clenched his eyes shut like the words alone hurt him. But he shook his head and slowly looked at her. “I like giving you this pain, Angel. I’m so hungry to give pain. To get pain,” he whispered, torment in his face. “You have no idea how much I want to do to you, what I want to do.”

  “Do it,” she gasped. “Please. Do whatever you want.”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “I’ve read,” she gasped. “I’m not scared.”

  His hand splayed over her stomach. She felt the tremor in it as his nails dug then dragged down to her privates, his eyes closed. “I learned something, Angel. Something new. About you. About me.”

  “Tell me,” she cried, writhing for more. “Tell me what you like. I want to do whatever you like. I want you to use my body, please.”

  His hands grabbed her waist and bit extremely hard with whatever urges he was fighting.

  “Don’t fight it, let it come,” she whispered. “Let me feel it.”

  His body heaved, lips parted with labored breaths. His gaze slid up to hers and there was something in it that struck
sudden fear in her. The instability, the ledge he teetered on was there in his tormented eyes. That thing he feared in himself, suddenly stared back at her. “I’m going to make you come now,” he whispered, his voice warning. “Then… maybe I’ll play just a little.”

  Chapter Twenty

  His words alone nearly gave her an orgasm, the promise in them, the mystery of what he’d learned about himself. Her. She needed to know what that was. If it was new, did that mean the other her didn’t know about it? The excitement of having something they both remembered together, while he touched her like that, stole her breath and mind.

  He removed his finger from her pussy and put it deep in his mouth while staring at her. Pulling it slowly out, his eyes rolled shut as he focused on the taste. Lord, she’d never seen anything so… incredibly sexy.

  He moved on his knees closer and wrapped his hands around her hips with a fierce grip that shot a thrill down her spine. He worked her up and down over the head of his cock, letting it barely tease along all her aching parts. Finally he sat, letting her ass rest on his upper legs. He moved the head of his cock to her entrance and she nearly flew apart at the promising pressure he put there.

  “You’re going to come quickly for me, Angel. Do you understand?”

  Oh God. She nodded, not knowing if she was supposed to.

  He pushed only the thick head inside her, and her mouth flew open with a cry as she pulled on every restraint, head back in ecstasy. Her body clamped down on him, trying to suck him deeper. Jesus. She looked at him now and his torso heaved as he throbbed in her entrance while staring between her legs. He reached down and stroked softly over her open folds, feeling every part of her above, below, around him until her cries were incessant from the torment.

  His fingers made their way to her clit where he stroked alongside it, holding a promise of something devastating to come any second. She panted loudly, her moans nonstop as she braced for it.

  His drunk gaze meandered up her body and finally locked onto hers. While staring at her, he began to slowly squeeze her clit between two fingers. Mercy gasped and thrashed her head as he gradually increased the pressure.