by Lucian Bane
“TNT,” he said.
Sade regarded her again then muttered for only her ears. “She’s fucking crazy is what she is. I’m going to have a lot of fun with her.”
Mercy let out a breath when he headed to the bathroom with no more fight. Once the men were in, she announced, “I’ll be finishing laundry. Watch your wound and don’t open it. I’ll dress it again after.”
“Oh you can be sure I’m not going to open it and jeopardize our date tonight.”
Lord, right. That. Only a few hours away now. And what exactly did she have planned for that? She needed to make it count, whatever it was. Needed to be much more than a hand job it needed to impact him in many ways on many levels. Needed to be a… heart and soul job. God how corny.
She thought about her wanting to do it in the dark. Was that beneficial to him? God she was such a hypocrite. No, the dark was all for her. How pathetic. She needed to decide what she was going to do and just do it. Do what was best for him.
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Sade wondered if she’d chickened out when she finally knocked on his door. The fact that she knocked got him hard. It meant she was nervous. Did he love her nervous or what?
She opened the door and Sade’s breath left him at seeing how she’d dressed. A black soft dress with small straps, letting him see her tiny shoulders, upper chest, and neck. The material hugged her small body all the way down to her feet. He waited for her to turn off the lamp next to his bed and do her thing but instead she sat next to him and gave him a small smile.
What was she up to? Guess he could ask. “What’s up?”
“I’m here to help you.”
The announcement was innocent, like he really didn’t know. He didn’t want to rock her boat too badly. “You dressed up,” he said.
She gave him a shy smile and looked down at herself. “Not really. Just something comfortable and…”
“Sexy as fuck,” he couldn’t help.
She regarded him with worried eyes. “It wasn’t meant—“
Sure it wasn’t. “I didn’t think it was,” he lied, not wanting to ruin this mood she was trying to create. “You can’t help it if you’re sexy in everything you wear.”
She gave a light snort but the pink in her cheeks said she didn’t get those compliments often if ever.
“Okay, well,” she glanced toward him then stood. “I’m going to um, kneel between your legs,” she said in a soft but instructive tone, “and I’ll talk to you while I… help you.”
Talk? Jesus this was going to be some kind of trial. Sade’s heart thundered as she pulled down the covers and briefly stared at his raging erection before boldly climbing on the bed. Kneeling between his thighs he couldn’t help be impressed. Another shiny gold star for his sweet submissive angel.
What would come of her attempts was the question. Maybe him, he really wasn’t sure. He hated hand jobs, but with her, everything was different. He couldn’t be sure how it would turn out, but so far, he was wagering an orgasm just might be a side-effect.
“Okay,” she whispered, staring at his chest like she were about to tackle a difficult job. “I’m… not sure how good I am at this.”
“I won’t judge. But I can’t promise you it’ll work either.”
She looked at him. “Yes, I know.” Her tone said she was planning to take the blame if it didn’t. She finally got brave enough to look at his cock while lowering her ass to her calves. Very carefully, she placed her hands on his inner thighs and began to stroke there first. She gave a sharp gasp when his cock jumped.
“I think it’s jealous,” Sade muttered, rather glad for that.
“I want to… work towards it.” Her gaze slowly rose up to his chest. “You have an immaculate body,” she said.
The unexpected breathless words made his cock jerk hard. “Is that part of your planned speech to help me?”
She looked at him, her hands still stroking his skin. “It was. Yes.”
At seeing she worried it was a stupid idea, he said, “Go on then. Keep talking.”
She suddenly reminded him of a little girl on her first bike, learning to ride against the wind. Sade wanted more than ever to teach her new tricks.
He felt compelled to help now. “Do you really think that?”
“Yes.”
Excitement gripped his cock at her gasped answer, soft stroking fingers, and direct gaze. “Touch it,” he whispered, holding her stare tight to his, silently willing her to keep the unusual but electrifying connection. “Touch it everywhere.”
Her fingers glided slowly to his shaft finally and Sade rolled his hips for it. She took hold of it like she were handling a bomb that might go off any second. “Yes,” he couldn’t keep from saying. He fought to keep his eyes open, wanting to feel but her gaze was like a firm suction on his cock and balls that had him already breathless and moaning from the heat.
She bit her lip, seeming to struggle with the eye contact too. “You’re so… soft. And hard. Like a rock covered in silk.”
Sade grit his teeth and pulled his restraints while thrusting his cock into her too delicate touch.
“Am I… doing it good?” Her soft question came with firmer strokes of both hands up and down his length, but stopping short of the throbbing head.
“Yes,” he gushed. “So fucking good. Tighter.”
She gradually tightened and he thrust his hips nice and slow, mimicking deep strokes while he pulled on his restraints.
“Tighter,” he whispered.
Again she obeyed and moved her hands over him from base to the ridge of his cock. God the head burned for her touch.
“Everywhere… touch it everywhere.”
She stroked along his cock and let her hand glide over the top. Sade hissed, wanting to open his legs more. “Mercy,” he whispered, dizzy with desire and surprise at his body’s cooperation. “Yes.” He wanted her to know she was doing good. “Don’t stop. Do it like that, angel.”
Her grip tightened even more and she still held his gaze to his amazement. It was like a staring contest and his dominance refused to back down. Her strokes became fluid and her lips parted with her furrowed brows. All of it burned him. But it was her untouched arousal. Yes, that. She wasn’t a virgin but she’d not experienced pleasure and the idea, no, the craving need to inflict a brutal ecstasy on her body made him crazy, made him know without a doubt that he would find a way to do that and soon.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, flicking his hips then rolling them slow, showing her a pace. She caught on and mimicked his moves with her hands.
“Like that?” Her breathy words sent a bolt of fire through his dick. “Is this what you like?” Her gaze locked onto his and he suddenly needed more things he normally wasn’t aroused with.
“So fucking perfect Mercy. So good, don’t stop. God I want your pretty mouth all over it.” Sade could hardly believe he’d said the words much less thought them. But he wanted his cock in her mouth. Deep in her mouth, hitting the back of her tight throat.
Her hand cupped his balls and caressed softly while her other worked the length and head of his cock in firm bold strokes. “Do you like this, Sade?” she whispered.
Fuck the desire in her voice was what did it. “Mercy, you’re so fucking beautiful. Don’t stop touching me, fucking don’t stop!” He bucked his hips and watched his cock move quickly in her hand.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “You’re… yes,” she encouraged. “Do it for me. Come for me Sade. Just for me.”
Just for me. Those possessive words brought the firestorm roaring through. It felt like more than a half a year’s worth, much more, like a lifetime. Sade bowed off the bed and didn’t stifle his roar, pulling the restraints hard.
“Oh God,” she said in quiet fascination after a bit, her strokes slowing. “Do I stop?”
He fought to get his wind and mind back to speak while his body instinctively continued to fight for her touch.
Her hands left him slowly and the disconnect was so powerful, he
let out a painful groan from the sensation.
“I did it,” she whispered, sounding proud. “I think I did it good?” Sade’s breath shuddered out with relief when she laid next to him and put her head on his chest, holding him. “We did it,” she whispered, “together.” She snuggled her face into him, the small act spearing him with another round of lethal desire. And this desire was hell bent. It would no longer be denied.
“Shower with me baby,” he whispered.
She lifted up and he leaned and kissed her forehead. “Please. Trust me. I need you to.”
She was silent for a few moments and laid her head down with a sigh. “Okay.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sade showered with her, being a saint the entire time. Harmless. Hardly touching her. He waited until after they were dressed while she chained him to the bed to make his move. It was so quick, all she could do was gasp and stare at him with wide oh shit eyes. While she had been getting his bandages, he was making a few adjustments to the restraints. Namely, making it so when she put the restraint on him, he could easily restrain at least one arm. Now came the tricky part. The rest of her body.
“Don’t fight me baby or I’ll hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you. But you are going to be restrained this very night.”
She was breathing heavily now, staring at him, calculating.
“I mean it Mercy,” he warned, his hands up.
She suddenly launched at him, a move he wasn’t anticipating, but close grappling was his forte and he had her pinned in seconds. Not wanting to play around, he pressed his forearm into her throat, choking her out. When he felt her losing strength, he pinned her other arm down and restrained it. The second he did, her foot connected with his head, sending him reeling. But it was done. That would be her last hit.
He shut her ear-piercing screams up when it was obvious she was going for waking the dead. Five more minutes and he had her legs restrained as well. Wide open.
He looked at his arm and wiped the blood from it, showing it to her. “You happy now? Made me fucking open my cut!”
She screamed behind her gag.
“What’s that? You don’t like being tied up?” He sat next to her. “I can honestly feel your pain baby,” he said with feigned empathy. “But don’t you worry, I have all sorts of dandy plans to teach you about abnormal sexuality. That way you can honestly know what the hell you’re dealing with when you fucking mess with me. Sounds like a plan?”
She shook her head.
“Good.” He stood, looking around for the bandages and began wrapping his arm. “I’m going to cool off so that I can think clearly and not do anything I might regret. I want this long and drawn out for the best effect on your damaged sexual psyche. So you’ll have to be patient.”
He held up a hand and nodded. “I know you’re as eager as I am baby, but we don’t want to fuck up a good thing. I need to take my time with this. Explore your every intimate crevice until I know your needs and desires perfectly. Help you connect your emotions to your sexuality? The way you have been so kindly attempting to do to me? Yeah, let’s see how we like that shoe on the other foot. Let’s see how sweet Mercy does with connecting her body to her sexuality. Because my wager,” he said removing his bloodied shirt, “is you’ve never had an orgasm in your life.” He went to his drawer and pulled out a clean black t-shirt. “But you will. You will now.”
He worked the shirt over his head, turning to her. “And I honestly can’t wait to see what you look like for that.” He gave her a slow smile. “Ohhhh, you are going to beg for it.”
She shook her head more.
“Oh yes you will.” He climbed on the bed until his gaze was right before hers. “Are you looking at me? Are we connecting? Souls meshing here, baby? Mark my words, Miss Mercy. You will beg. For me. For my touch. Until you’re burning for it. We clear?” He saw recognition and understanding in her wide gaze and he smiled. “Now you’re understanding me.” He leaned to kiss her and she jerked her face away. He sniffed long on her skin then licked her cheek. “I don’t usually like to taste women, Mercy,” he whispered. “But you…” he opened his mouth and sucked on her cheek bone, giving a shuddering moan at the taste. “I think are the exception with my fucked up desires.”
Sade went to his basement, his body humming with a dire eagerness.
To bring this poor angel to her first orgasm was his immediate order of business. But how, exactly? He walked around his basement, perusing all the possibilities and options. Was like choosing the sweetest candy at the chocolate factory.
He tried to remember ever pleasuring a woman using such non-standard means. All his tools served his fluctuating and at times unpredictable addictions, but all revolved around pain of some kind. He’d use the kiddie settings for her to start.
He finally selected the Y style nipple- clit clamp with the pain adjusters. He selected several teasing toys, varying in pain, and then selected a mask. The black satin one. She’d look so fucking sexy in that. Next he grabbed a candy red ball gag and various slim dildos. Very slim. He wanted to start her small and work her up.
His cock twitched while thinking of being in her pussy. His sadism was ready to serve but the problem with that was his own control. He couldn’t make any promises with that and he wasn’t ready to break her in that way. Sade grabbed his masochistic gear for himself, just as a buffer in case his sadism got out of hand. This would do for now. If he thought of anything else, he’d come fetch it, she wasn’t going anywhere.
He returned to his room and kicked the door shut watching her jump. “Hi baby.” He dumped his items on the bed and she strained to see. He sat next to her and she made sounds like she wanted to talk and not scream. “You scream and it’s going back on.”
She nodded.
He removed the gag and she licked her dry lips. “Sade,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“Please don’t do this, you don’t need to. I’ll do this if you untie me.”
“Mercy,” he began, leaning over to peer into her gaze. “You looking at me? Remember that man you saw when you stared into my eyes? The nice one? The good one?”
She nodded. “Yes, yes, I do. Very much.”
“Then where is your faith?” he asked emphatically. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I do, I do.” Much nodding.
He leaned away. “Then what are you worried about?”
“I just…”
“You’re just scared.” He stroked the hair along her face. “Perfectly understandable,” he said. “Given your lack of experience, being scared is very normal. But you have zero to be afraid of.”
She only stared at him, back to reformulating.
“Do you trust me or don’t you?” he challenged. Sade nearly held his breath in the silence. There was something about her trusting him that he needed. “Don’t lie to me Mercy. Not about that. Do you trust me?”
She finally barely nodded and he let out a breath. “That’s my girl,” he said. “Would you like to see the toys I brought?” He turned and got the mask and slid it on her then angled his head. “I knew you’d look delicious in it. This mask was made with you in mind, I think.” He stroked her lower lip with his thumb and returned to introducing the items to her.
“You’re not putting that shit on me!” she exclaimed when he showed her the nipple-clit clamp.
He regarded her black dress, taught with her spread legs. Reaching under it, he stroked his fingers along her panties.
“Sade, stop!” she gasped, sounding worried.
“Mercy.” He angled a gaze at her. “You’re pussy is wet all the way through your panties.” He lifted the edge and slid his finger over the wet hair, getting a reading of her arousal. “Drenched baby.”
Sade stood then. “I’m going to get naked for this if you don’t mind. I may want to use my cock if it cooperates. And don’t panic but I’m going to cut your dress off. You need the gag for that?”
“No, no,” she whispered. “No gag.”
“Okay angel, no gag,” he reassured, getting the scissors and cutting her dress off. “Panties next,” he warned, cutting the outer edges and tossing them aside. He stared at the pretty dark triangle of hair. “I honestly don’t normally have a desire for this kind of thing but your pussy captivates me. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?” she called, anxious.
He went to his bathroom and got everything he needed to shave her. He wanted to see her pussy. Every angle and inch of it. He returned and announced, “I’m going to shave you.”
“What?” she gasped.
“It’s just hair, Mercy. It’ll grow back,” he assured calmly.
“But why?”
He looked at her. “So I can see your pussy. I can’t see the lips the way I want to. Stop looking at me like I’m going to cut your fucking clit off. Trust, remember?”
She merely stared at him.
“Tell me,” he said before he sat.
“Tell you what?”
“That you trust me.”
“I already said that. But that doesn’t mean I want you to shave my privates! Or do anything else with them.”
“Did I not agree to let you help me with my sexuality? Did I?”
“Yes, but—”
“And did you see me complaining and not trusting you? Okay, I complained but I didn’t fight you. I may not have agreed with your techniques but I did it.”
“This is different!” she hissed.
“I don’t think so,” he said assuredly. “You fucking raped me with emotional orgasms. Repeatedly. I’m just giving you a physical one, why am I the criminal now?”
“Ohhh you’re good, aren’t you?”
He grinned and wagged his finger at her. “But I’m right. You know I am. And you also know that you have issues?” he raised his brows at her. “Right?”
“What does that mean? Exactly?”
He shook his head. “Are you really going to lay there and pretend that you are not suffering with sexual frigidity?”
She stared at him for many seconds. “Frigidity!?” He could tell her eyes were wide behind the mask. “I mean sure I have a few issues, but frigidity is a harsh term, chilly maybe in areas.”