by Bane, Lucian
Sade collapsed on her, still in shock. “I fucking did it,” he whispered.
“You did,” she gasped. “Boy, did you ever.”
He laughed in her neck, so thrilled. “Do you realize how fucking amazing that was?” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “To have an orgasm while… feeling?”
She gave him the prettiest smile and stroked his lips. “I did that?”
Her sweet question sent a wave of love that overwhelmed him and he devoured her mouth. “You did that,” he whispered on her lips. “That was all you. Thank you.”
She let out a sob and Sade pulled up, staring at her. “Baby, what? God don’t cry, I hate it when you cry.”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped, turning her face to the side. “It’s just…” Her breath gushed several times as she fought to stop the tears while Sade kissed her cheek repeatedly. “I had been praying to know how to help you. And I’d given up.”
He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her lips, his body shuddering. “My dick is hard again.”
“It is?” she gasped like she’d not expected the miracle to happen again.
Sade knelt between her legs, needing to see her orgasm while his cock was in her. He lifted her hips and placed the head at her entrance and stared at her while he slid in, watching her body come alive. She gripped the covers and looked down. “Play with your pussy for me. Like you fucking did that night.”
Shame and desire danced in her eyes, but what drew her hand to her clit was neither of those. It was that breathtaking love he’d seen in Mercy’s gaze. It was in hers now. Almost like they both had fallen in love with him by some miracle. Like winning the lottery twice in the same month.
Sade cradled her ass in one hand and stroked over her fingers now touching her clit for him. And fuck, God, he was still hard as a rock while contemplating love. Soon she was squirming and her pussy gripped him tight. He began moving slowly in and out of her, growling as her hot muscles sucked him sporadically. He stilled when the pleasure pounded with a runaway hunger, wanting it to last forever.
Her squirming intensified, and her mouth flew open with sharp gasps and moans as she rubbed her clit. Sade took hold of her hips, his fingers biting. “Get fucking close so I can ram it hard and fast while you fucking come on my cock.”
She shrieked and flew apart at his words, and Sade quickly jerked her on and off his cock as she came. Her fucking tits bouncing while she held on tight and screamed, sending him over the edge.
He fell on her, kissing her through half roars while his hot seed shot into her body for endless seconds.
“Oh God,” she gasped as he slowed, his roars turning into groans now. “You did it again!”
He snuggled his face into the curve of her neck, gasping a light laugh while ready to fall into a deep sleep in her arms. “God, I fucking missed you baby,” he whispered.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lying with her giant in her arms while he snored lightly, Mercy couldn’t sleep, she was too happy. She wanted to run on the beach and scream and cry. She had Sade for herself, whoever she was, he was hers. That’s all that she cared about, if she never remembered anything, she’d know that. And that was all she really cared about knowing.
She turned and glanced at the clock. Her stomach tightened with the need to get up and use the bathroom as well as get ready for her dad. He was coming. God, he was alive, she still couldn’t believe it. She hated the fairytale feel of all of it, the too good to be true feeling. Once upon a time there was a princess and a prince who fell in love, and they lived happily ever after. She could almost remember when she had no problems believing in that kind of thing. Had she quit believing in it before she lost her memory? Something said no, or she wouldn’t have been with Sade, believing she could help him.
She liked the idea. The fairy tale one, and believing in it. Why shouldn’t she? Things could go right as much as they could go wrong, she’d rather hope for the best, and strive for it. If it turned out any other way, it wouldn’t be because she didn’t try or for lack of believing good things could happen. She didn’t remember for sure, but she felt that wasn’t the kind of person she was. She was a fighter. A survivor. She took opportunity with hope, not doubt. With confidence and determination, not fear.
A flash of an orange envelope came to her. She gasped, and Sade jolted awake.
“What?” he looked around.
“I remember an envelope!” she cried, sitting up.
He pulled her down into his arms and mumbled, “Nice.”
“Nice?” she gasped. “Nice?”
“Mmmm, yes. So very nice.” He slid his legs all over her and she felt his cock growing.
“My dad is going to be here in an hour, you realize. I was hoping to—”
Sade bolted up in bed. “Shit, an hour?” He flew up out of the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Anywhere but in here,” he said.
“Why? Doesn’t he know we’re…”
“Yes, but I am not disrespecting him by being in your bedroom when he arrives.” He searched for his clothes and looked at her. “What’s so funny?”
She covered her mouth and shook her head. “Just seeing you scared is funny.”
“When I tell you what your father does to people like me, then you might understand my fear.”
“Really?” she squealed, so hard to imagine of her dad.
“Really! Not to mention he’s like my childhood superhero. I don’t want him to think I’m—”
“A sadomasochist fucking his daughter?”
He eyed her and nodded. “God, that sounds bad.”
“I’m sure he knows you like I do.”
“Maybe, but still.” He worked his t-shirt on and Mercy bit her lower lip, desire throbbing between her legs at how gorgeous he was.
“You should get dressed too. Maybe we can cook something, I don’t know.”
“Awww, you want to make it special?” How adorable!
“Very. The man saved our life quite a few times. A little gratitude doesn’t seem out of order.”
“Not at all.” She flew up and hurried to the closet.
“Fuck, I should leave before I don’t give a shit.”
She looked over her shoulder and found agony on his face and a huge bulge in his jeans. “No fair,” she gasped. “I’m just as weak!”
“I’ll get started downstairs while you finish in here. Want to go for a swim tonight? I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you in the ocean under the moonlight.” Her womb jerked and heat flooded her face. He nodded and smiled. “I take that as a yes.”
She smiled and nodded, too happy to speak as he hurried to her and gave her a kiss that stole her breath and left her shaking as he walked out, winking before locking the door from the inside and shutting it.
He didn’t want anybody walking in and seeing her. For some reason that made her happier than anything. She found a cute, red sundress to wear and danced around her room with it like Cinderella before the ball. Her dad was coming home. And she was madly in love with her prince. Wonder if he’d marry her?
She was so happy she could fly.
****
“Who the fuck walks around with no hand when they have a perfectly good mechanical one?” Liberty said, stirring in the pot. “Find me some garlic, pretty boy and quit trying to peek at my nub.”
“I don’t want to peek at your nub. Oh my God, you’re sick! Unless you’re doing something sexy with it.”
Sade quirked his brow at Bo before smiling and winking at Mercy across the table where they laid out the resident’s fine china from a fancy curio cabinet. Mercy smiled, knocking over one of the glasses. “Oops.”
Sade made his way around the table to her while Bo and Liberty argued about silly stuff. “I see I’m making you nervous,” he muttered to her.
She laughed. “I’m just a klutz. Was I always a klutz?” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Don’t answer that.”
H
e put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him. “I promise not to tell you about any bad habits you had. Only the good ones.”
“How sweet,” she said, jabbing her thumb into his side, making him jerk away with a grin.
“Yeah, and the only man who’s going to see my nub is my husband,” Liberty said, making Sade and Mercy raise their brows.
Sade sang a wedding march tune and Mercy joined in with him.
“Oh, what, you two getting married now?” Bo said.
“God help us,” Liberty muttered. “They’d need to staff a doctor with the way those two go at it.” Bo and Liberty laughed.
“At least you won’t see me wearing my woman’s clothes,” Sade laughed.
“What?” Liberty looked at him from the stove. “What’s he talking about, wearing my clothes? Please don’t tell me you’re into that.”
“You made me, you don’t remember?” Bo put his hand to his chest. “I’m all hurt you forgot that special night when you made me your bitch!”
Liberty shushed him, holding her mechanical hand in a threatening fist.
Bo laughed and rushed in and kissed her. Mercy noticed she didn’t resist him and couldn’t help smile at seeing them play in the open like that.
“So I have to marry you to see that nub?” he mumbled, kissing her.
“Yep.”
“When’s the date?”
She giggled. “You’d marry me just to see my nub,” she said, dryly.
“Noooo,” Bo said, putting his mouth to her ear and saying something that made her turn red and blush.
“You’re full of it,” she muttered, pushing hair behind her ear and busying herself at the stove.
“I’m dead serious,” he cried. “I do.”
“Stop,” she mumbled.
“I’m glad I’m not an intruder, you’d all be dead.”
All heads jerked to the door where Kane stood.
Mercy stared in silent shock, her heart hammering. She’d gone through this scenario in her mind, how she’d act, what she’d do, how she’d feel… and now she stood rooted to the floor, staring into the face of a dead man. When he opened his arms, she flew around the table and launched into them with shrieking sobs of relief.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” she cried.
“Button,” he whispered in her ear. “My God, I missed you.” He pressed a large hand to her head, cradling it. “I have a lot to explain sweetheart, I promise I will.”
“Don’t apologize!” she gasped. “I’m so glad you’re alive, that’s all that matters!”
“How are you baby? How’s your head?”
She couldn’t let go of his neck as she whispered. “I lost my memory, Dad. Did you know?”
“Don’t worry, it’ll come back.”
She kept her eyes clenched tight as he stroked her back and rocked her while holding her off the ground in his arms. “I have a notebook,” she squeaked. “I’ve been writing things down, to keep track. You can tell me what I’m missing, maybe?” Her tears streamed again. “I do remember that you were an amazing father,” she whispered. “I didn’t forget that.”
He hugged her tightly, his whisper heated, “I’ll help you get those memories back. I know a few tricks.”
She laughed and he set her down. “So I’ve been hearing.” She wiped her eyes and saw he was looking at Sade.
****
Mercy slipped her arm around him and he pulled her close to him as Kane opened the screen door and stood in it, looking out and giving a small smile with a nod.
A bolt of fear struck Sade as a shadow approached the doorway. She finally stepped up and Sade heard his breath leave him in one gasp as his knees nearly gave out.
A woman that looked just like his mother, stood there, staring at him with fear in her silver gray eyes and a small smile on her face. “Hi, baby,” she said softly with a small wave.
Sade’s body and mind locked up with things he didn’t recognize ever feeling as he stared at the woman of his distant dreams and ever present nightmares. He fought to tear his eyes away, but he was afraid the apparition would disappear. But he had to know, understand. “What… what the fuck Kane,” he finally managed, his voice barely working, still not taking his eyes from her. “What-what are you doing?”
“I had to hide her to keep her safe,” he said quietly. “It was the only way to make a clean cut.”
“I wanted to tell you,” the woman suddenly gasped. The fear in her eyes like a spear in his heart. “Tell him how many times I wanted to tell him,” she cried, looking to Kane and back at him, like she’d die if he didn’t believe her.
“Many times,” Kane said. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep her away from you. I promised her this day would come.”
Tears streamed down her face and she nodded. “He did! Because I needed to go to you, I needed to tell you that I was okay, I saw you hurting,” she gasped, both hands clutching her chest. “I saw, I knew, I felt you, always. In my heart!”
Sade felt his head shaking. She couldn’t be real. “You died.” He wanted to say he saw her but he hadn’t. “They didn’t let me see you. I wanted to see you and tell you.”
She covered her mouth.
“She died,” he told Mercy. “You remember, I told you?”
Mercy’s tears fell and she shook her head. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t remember, baby.”
Sade looked around and found Bo. “She died, tell them.”
“Yeah, man,” he said, hurrying over. When Bo got close, he grabbed him and pulled him in his arms, scared. “She died, right?” he whispered to him. “She died, I was four. I killed her, remember? Remember man?” he strained before setting him before him. “You fucking remember?” he roared, pointing at her. “She! Died!”
“I remember, I remember, Sade. She died. You’re okay man,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “I was with you, I remember.”
Sade moved out of his hold and rubbed his head with both hands, turning in several directions. He looked over at her. She couldn’t be real. God, she was still just as beautiful as he remembered her. He wanted to tell her, but he couldn’t use his throat, it was locked up.
Sade suddenly couldn’t breathe and he covered his face. “I-I’m having a hard time with this,” he gasped before looking at her, terrified she’d disappear. “You’re…you’re supposed to be dead.”
She let out a bitter sob. “I had to hide,” she said, angling her head with regret. “I had to hide really, really good baby, so that he could never find me. Mommy would have told you so much sooner but things kept getting in the way,” she said, her breaths coming in constant gasps now, her hands tight at her chest. “I have this huge memory book of everything you ever did, I followed my precious baby every day,” she barely managed. “I was there the best way I could be, tell him Kane, tell him I was there the best way I could fucking be!” she screamed at him.
“She was there, Johnathon. Every single day for twenty years,” Kane whispered.
“I’m sorry!” she screamed in broken bitterness. “I’m such a bad mother!”
Her scream and pain sent Sade flying to her, wrapping her in his arms. He lifted her off the ground, cradling her head. “Shhhhh, don’t cry, don’t fucking cry! Oh my God don’t you cry, don’t you fucking cry! Mom? Are you fucking real?” he sobbed on her shoulder. “Oh my God, you feel fucking real, you’re fucking real, you’re so fucking real!”
“I’m real,” she sobbed. “I’m real baby.”
“I missed you!” he gasped, not wanting to let her go. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get hurt! I fucking promise!” he sobbed. “I tried to be good, I tried to be a good boy every day, every day I tried so hard and I never could! I never meant to hurt you mom, I just wanted to protect you, that’s all!”
“Stop it, stop it,” she sobbed. “It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t your goddamn fault,” she wept bitterly. “Tell him Kane!” she gasped. “It was mine! I chose that life, not you!”
He fin
ally set her down to hold her face, stroking it. “Oh my God,” he whispered heatedly. “Look at you. Just look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful, mom” he rasped, touching her trembling mouth with awe. “Oh my God, your teeth.”
A sob burst from her and she nodded. “Mommy fixed her teeth.” She stroked his face and Sade hugged her tight to him again.
“You fixed your teeth,” he gasped. “They’re so pretty.”
“I did,” she cried back, holding him. “Mommy’s all fixed up, all better now.”
Sade became aware of several arms hugging him, them.
“We’re a family now, baby,” Kane said kissing her head.
Sade looked at them and his mom gave the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. “We’re married, baby. I married him after he saved my life. They were going to kill me and he saved me.”
Sade gasped, looking at Kane. He grabbed his head and pulled it to him. “You saved her?”
“I did, son. I forgot to mention I’m madly in love your mother.”
Sade gasped a laugh, dumbfounded before looking at his mom. “You married my childhood hero?”
She laughed for the first time and the sound brought Sade’s sob. “I sure did, baby. Mommy married the Vigilante.”
“That’s so good,” he cried with a gasp. “That’s where you belong, with somebody who cherishes you. You cherish her?” he asked Kane.
“With all my heart,” he said.
“The way I feel about Mercy?”
“Yes, son. Just like that.”
“Thank God,” he cried, hugging her again. “Thank you God.”
****
After Sade was over his initial shock, they ate dinner. And fuck it felt like his very first Christmas where he got everything he could possibly ask for. He held Mercy’s hand on his right and his mother’s hand on his left under the table, never wanting to let them go. He couldn’t even talk through the meal, and was glad everybody else carried the conversation. What he really needed to do was hide in a closet with Mercy and just cry for fucking hours. Enough hours that would equal all the years of pain and agony of not having his mom. Thinking he’d killed her.
“How about we break in the den,” Kane said, getting up from the table.