by Bane, Lucian
Sade dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. A small part of him hoped that he still had some sexual effect on her. He knocked on her room door, and she called for him to come in.
Opening the door, he stifled a painful groan at finding her facing a desk in what looked like a fitted white t-shirt that stopped right at matching panties. Or was that a bathing suit? His mind decided panties.
The double doors leading to a small private balcony stood open to the ocean breeze. She turned from the small table next to it, and Sade’s eyes zeroed in on her pussy, so perfectly outlined in that smooth white fabric. He finally raised his eyes and took in her bare stomach and breasts showing around the single button holding her top together. Fuck.
“It’s not nice to stare, Sade.”
Her near bored tone stung him as he shut the door. “It’s not nice to look so edible.”
“I want you to let me try something with you.” She crossed her arms, all business.
He regarded her, his heart racing. “Like what?”
She reached behind her and lifted several white straps. “Tie you up.”
His dick jerked as he angled his gaze at her, walking further into the room. “Why are you doing this again?”
“I had a dream.” Her shrug matched her simple tone. “You were tied up and I want to see if it helps with my memory.”
He held his arms out to her. “In that case…”
She eyed his offer then turned to the table, not seeming very happy about any of it. “You were naked in the dream,” she said easily. “And on your back.”
Sade was speechless and breathless as he removed his shirt and watched her get busy with the ties at the table. Almost felt like a dream. But he found it kind of funny how she stayed busy until he was on the bed, naked and ready for her little game. He didn’t give one shit what she did to him, but more why she did it. That’s what held him spellbound and obedient, and maybe a little nervous.
She tied his legs first, still being careful not to look at him, not even when all four limbs were nicely secure.
“I wanted to show you something before I get started.”
Again his cock jerked and he had to smile at that one. “Get started? How long will this take and will I survive it?”
“I’m sure you’ll survive.” She went to the table and picked up a remote and pressed it. He watched her ass while she stood with her hip cocked, facing away from him. His heart hammered in his chest with curiosity and his stomach clenched when the song she’d danced to suddenly started playing. She made her way to the bed and sat on the edge next to him, feet on the floor and looking down.
He waited, watching her. “I talked to my dad last night,” she whispered. “He’s coming back.”
Sade’s stomach knotted more. “Look, I’m… sorry I had to lie to you about him. You have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you, so many times.”
She kept her head down before she gave one of those lying shrugs. “It’s okay.”
“What’s up with you, Angel? Why you got me tied up like this?”
“I wanted to try one last thing,” she whispered. “Give you one more chance.”
“One more chance for what?”
She stood and undid her button and turned around. In a nice slow seduction, she removed her top and bottom next, her hips swaying gently. She climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his legs. She took his cock in her hands and began stroking him, her inexperienced fingers making him hard and eager, her courage bringing a slow roll of his hips through her too delicate grip.
“Am I doing good, Angel?”
He watched her lips part and she laid along one of his legs. She held his cock at her mouth, staring at the head until he reached for her with a grunt.
“You want it?” she whispered.
“Put your pretty lips on me. Lick me ‘til I’m on fire.” He recalled the way she’d fucking bit him and brought him to orgasm in an instant. He twirled his hips with a hiss as he thought about how fucking good that felt. At first he’d thought Mercy wouldn’t have done that. But he remembered how she’d given herself in that sexorcism and decided by principle, it was damn near the same.
“How do you want it?” she said, kissing softly on the top with her eyes closed.
“Deep in your fucking mouth,” he grit, “with your teeth all over it.”
“What about this?” She cupped his balls, her touch delicate then slowly getting firmer until he gasped on the promise of ecstasy that could bring.
“Tight. Fucking tight when I come,” his hungry gaze followed her tongue along the length of his cock.
“I love your cock,” she whispered, almost to herself. She angled her head and placed open mouth kisses from base to top. Then she flicked the very tip of her tongue on the slit until he was pulling hard on the restraints and bucking his hips for more. Torment. She was fucking tormenting him, and he loved that agony.
“Is it hot,” she asked, flicking still.
“Fucking burning. Suck me. All of it.”
“Not yet,” she whispered, licking the ridge until he bowed off the bed in frantic moans.
“Fuck, baby, please.”
“Please? Did you ever beg like this before?”
“I don’t’ know,” he shook his head. “I don’t think so.” Not out loud.
“I like it,” she whispered, taking the head of his cock into her mouth for leisure sucking. “You look so good when you beg. I like to see your body out of control.” She swirled her tongue all around the top. “I like to see you at my mercy.”
Insane heat soared through him as all his dark kink raced in, begging for pain and torment. “Make me beg,” he gasped.
Her hand kneaded his balls, promising naughty things while her other hand choked the base of his cock tight. Her lips and tongue remained delicate flames on the head with an occasional suck, just enough to drive him crazy.
“God, I want to make you suck me,” he grunted, pulling harder on the restraints, feeling them give. “I love to make you suck my cock.” That other desire began to trickle in, the new one. She gasped on his cock as though reading his mind, remembering.
She gave a little whimper that called it forward, then rolled her pretty green gaze up to his. “I hate it when you make me while I’m scared.”
Oh fuck. He gave a half roar at hearing her little lie followed by her delicate kisses to the top of the head. She was teasing him. Showing him she liked his little dark game, but willing to pretend she didn’t. The hunger to have it again spiked through his blood. “I want to play,” he rasped. “Fuck your pretty ass while you’re blind and helpless.”
She gasped and flicked her tongue relentlessly over the slit then sucked eagerly over the head, letting her teeth play now.
“Fucking… God!” He hissed several times, looking down at what she was doing. Her hand squeezed harder at his balls.
“You fucking like getting your pretty ass fucked? Is that it? Is that what you’re telling me, Angel?” He let out another half roar when she dove on his cock until the head hit her throat and she pulled up slowly, dragging her teeth. “Oh my fucking God,” he barely managed, bucking his hips hard.
She turned her body so that her pussy was in his face, adding another pleasure to the mix. “Jesus Christ,” he gasped, leaning for it. “You’re fucking dripping, baby.”
She looked back while holding his cock, putting herself right on his mouth.
Sade was in another heaven now, another playground as his tongue and lips devoured her. She got back to sucking him, her moans and gasps adding to the ecstasy while she teased the head of his cock and squirmed her pussy all over his mouth. He growled, wishing he was free to force her to be still while he fucking sucked the orgasm from her body and fingered her pretty ass.
“Sade,” she gasped, bucking her hips on his mouth, then devouring his cock. She was suddenly coming, squeezing his balls hard as she squealed on his dick. Her mouth became a hot, sharp ecstasy as she raked him with her teeth, bringi
ng his orgasm instantly again.
He gasped and strained against the agonizing pleasure, gripped in the vice until he was completely subject to it, moving to its demand.
Mercy’s mouth slowly turned to a soft, delicate heat, kissing and licking in the violent aftermath. At hearing her soft moans, his heart hammered. That was one element he’d never had with painful pleasure. That, right there. He’d never wanted it. But now, feeling the press of her face against his leg and gentle lapping of her pussy on his chest, Jesus God, yes. Yes, he fucking loved it, and he didn’t give a fuck why anymore, he was just glad he did.
She slowly climbed off and sat on the bed next to him. At seeing she wasn’t happy, all that hot joy slowly evaporated until there was only the cold haze of what the fuck?
“Mercy…”
She shook her head, holding her arms.
“What did I do wrong?”
“You came,” she whispered.
“I came? I wasn’t supposed to?”
“Not if you loved me.”
“What?”
“You can’t come when you love, remember?”
“I never said that, I said when I think about… fuck, Mercy—”
“Don’t call me that.
Sade eyed her, his anger slowly rising. “And what the fuck am I supposed to call you, that’s your fucking name!”
“I don’t care, just not that, I want to forget I ever heard that name.”
“Well, you can give that one up, nobody is forgetting anybody.”
She jerked to him. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Well, you know what? I’m leaving if you don’t.”
He stared at her, dumbfounded. “And where the fuck are you going? You’re on an island!
Her jaw dropped and her gaze narrowed. “So you’d just let me leave because I can’t remember who I used to be?”
“I never said I’d let you leave, but you can’t make me forget who you are Mercy, sorry. Does this fucking mean you’ve given up on remembering?”
“I never said that, but I’m sick of trying to.”
“Then take a break!”
“Take a break! And have you mope around mourning a ghost right in front of me? No fucking thank you.” She jerked away from him again.
He thought about that. He didn’t mope! “I’ll do better.”
“You’ll do better,” she muttered.
“I know this may sound weird, but, the more I go the more I think you don’t want to remember.”
She spun with wide-eyed incredulity. “How can you fucking say that? I can’t believe you just fucking said that! I cannot believe you just said that!” She smacked the bed and her face crimped just as tears rolled down.
“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” Sade said, feeling like shit. “You just… act a lot like a jealous woman.”
“Well I wonder why!” she yelled, standing now.
“Mercy—”
“I said don’t call me that!” She glared at him, wiping her eyes. “There’s no Mercy here, and… you know? Sade? I’m sorry about that. I really am,” she gasped, crossing her arms over her breasts. “I know how much you love her, and… I once admired that. At first when I read that journal, I thought wow.” She smiled that sweet smile. “This is like… Romeo and Juliet or Cinderella. I remembered those stories,” she nodded, her voice soft with irony. “I’d never seen anybody with so much love for somebody and I thought… this person I was, she was fucking something really great, you know?” Tears spilled down her face again, and she laughed a little. “I was proud at first. I really liked how you thought of her. Of me.” She nodded, looking down with a gasp. “Like a queen almost. It was beautiful.” The barely squeaked words came with more rolling tears that stabbed Sade. “And then… as I went, as I tried my best to remember who I was. I…I got so frustrated. And yes,” she squealed, nodding and looking right. “Jealous even. And I was hoping…” She gazed at the bed like she couldn’t look him in the eye. “That you might love me,” she whispered hoarsely. “I mean the person that I’m not. I don’t know who I am, I don’t… remember who I am but… I still am.” The words shot out on a gasp. “I still am, I’m alive.” She wiped her face on her shoulder.
“And I realized something, Sade.” She finally looked at him now. “I realized that…” her mouth trembled and it stole his fucking breath. “Realized that if I ever did remember you… I might just die because…” She gave a small sob before gushing, “I can’t love you more than I do. And I’m done trying to win your heart when it belongs to somebody else.”
Sade watched her as she walked to her closet and opened it. She pulled out a suitcase and panic hit him. “What are you doing?”
“I told you,” she mumbled. “I’m leaving.”
“To where!” he cried.
“Back home.”
“Home? There is no fucking home, Angel, nothing is safe.”
“I don’t care. I’ll find a home, I’ll relocate. If I’m supposed to die, then oh well.”
“Oh well? Un-fucking tie me, Mercy. Right now. Why did you ask me to come here, why did you do all this and put on that fucking song?”
“Because I remember it!” she screamed. “One of the few things I remember and I don’t want you following me, that’s the ultimate reason you’re tied.”
“You’re soooo fucking crazy if you think I’d let you leave.”
She narrowed her gaze while pulling on shorts. “You can’t stop me.”
“Mercy—“
“I said don’t call me that.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to call you, that’s your name!”
“I’ll change it! Too many bad memories around it,” she sobbed, putting on her shirt now.
Sade’s fury shot up, and he yanked and growled until he got free and stood, staring at a startled Mercy. She eyed the door. “Don’t even think about it, Angel.”
“Don’t call me that either,” she seethed.
“Angel. Mercy. Baby,” he said, walking toward her. “You brought me in here, made me get naked, gave me the most amazing orgasm of my fucking life, and you were going to leave me? Just like that?”
She swallowed, and nodded a little. ”That’s right.”
He shook his head, his heart racing still from her confession just before. “Not even a goodbye kiss?”
“That’s close enough,” she gasped when he continued toward her.
“Oh no, baby. It’s not nearly close enough.”
She glanced around then back at him. “Stop. Don’t come any closer, I mean it.”
“You stop. I’m taking what’s mine.”
She was back against the table now, holding on. “I’m not yours,” she shook her head.
He nodded. “Yes. You are.”
“I won’t be second,” she whispered desperately.
She gasped when his body met hers, his cock pushing into her. But she held his gaze, making Sade’s heart hammer. He took her face between his hands and lowered his mouth, kissing her lips softly. “You will never… be second.” He slid his lips back and forth over hers, inhaling her sharp breaths.
“But you don’t…”
“I do,” he said. “I thought only Mercy could love me.” He stroked her face with a hunger, nipping her lower lip. “I thought only Mercy could save me from myself.”
“I can’t save you,” she gasped. “I don’t… remember how.”
“I’ll fucking teach you,” he said heatedly. “The way you taught me.” He kissed along her jaw, his breath ragged with need, his cock hard for her again. “I’ll fucking help you.” He nuzzled at her neck and her fingers clawed in his hair. “Are you listening to me, baby?” He moved back to her mouth, plunging his tongue deep for a thorough taste, then pulling up. “Are you listening?” He looked deep into her tear filled eyes. “Broken or whole… you’re all mine. You… are all mine.”
She cried out with a gasp. “I remember that! Oh my God, I remember that, I told you that!”
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sp; “That’s beautiful, baby.” Sade lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down. He began undressing her again.
“You don’t seem excited,” she whispered.
“Oh, I’m fucking excited.” He yanked at her clothes, and she gasped, finally helping him. “I’m excited because I have you back.”
“But I—”
Sade pushed her down with his mouth on hers, shutting her up. “You are. You’re mine. You were mine whole, you’re mine broken. God, I need to fucking show you.” He held her neck and kissed her with a desperation. She finally let go of her resistance and grabbed his face, kissing him back.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“That’s my plan.”
“You think you can?” she asked.
He smiled along her neck. “I think so.”
“‘Cause if you can’t,” she whispered, her fingers digging into the muscle on his ass. “I’ll understand, it’s… okay.”
“Would you?” He growled and kissed her lips, putting his cock at her entrance. “So fucking sweet of you.”
She arched her back and cried out when he thrust his cock deep inside her.
“Oh God, yes. I just… thought if you loved me you couldn’t…”
He rammed in and out of her until her words were barely audible in her gasps. “Let me fuck you,” he growled, slowing and rolling his hips. “If you’re going to talk,” he sucked along her neck, flicking his hips until she screamed. “Say something sexy.”
“Sexy,” she cried.
“Yes, sexy.” He kissed and fucked her with hunger again.”
“I love you,” she whispered in his ear.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. His orgasm suddenly rushed up from her words. “Again,” he gasped, “say it.”
“I love you!”
Sade roared and thrashed, every thrust bearing a guttural growl until she screamed from it.