Grace and Mercy

by Chance Carter

  He grunted in desire, wishing he could put his cum on her, his mistress, his lady. She was in complete control, she was having all the fun, and he wanted to put his mark on her so badly it hurt.

  She continued to expertly fuck herself with the toy, slowly building her pleasure as it slid in and out, in and out. She rolled it all over her clit and it was so wet it sparkled in the low light of the room.

  He sensed she was close by the flush of her cheeks and the guttural moans that escaped between breaths. He had never been harder in his life. He was aching to relieve the sensual pressure that was building in his center.

  Then she came.

  Ethan watched, his mouth wide open in awe, as the waves of uninhibited pleasure overtook her. It was the hottest and most exciting thing he ever saw in his life.

  “Ooh,” she cooed, looking right at him as her orgasm shuddered through her body. “Ooh, don’t you wish you could make me feel this good, Pet?”

  Then she collapsed in pleasure and relief, breathing in deep gasps of air as her body recovered.

  She lay on her belly in front of him and pushed herself up on her elbows, getting a better look at him. He was on the edge of madness. He wanted to cum on her, cum in her, devour and dominate her with every ounce of his being. His masculine rage begged for release. He wanted to dominate this woman and make her beg. He wanted to show her who was truly in control of the situation. He pulled on the restraints and again, they reminded him that it was she, and not him, who had the upper hand.

  She smiled as he struggled against the restraints, and moaned out again, already hungry for more pleasure.

  She was a mistress unlike any other he could imagine. He wanted to destroy her and he wanted her to destroy him, all at the same time. He wanted to dominate, but he wanted to be dominated. He’d have done anything she commanded, his only plea was that she do it soon, before he lose control of his desire and cum without her permission.

  He was competitive by nature and did not want to fail, did not want to break the one rule she’d emphasized and to which he’d agreed so willingly.

  She crawled toward him, toy in her hand and stopped to kneel in front of him.

  “Open your mouth,” she purred. "I want you to taste me."

  The spicy scent of her pussy reached him and drove him wild with an animalistic passion he’d never in his life experienced. She brought the toy to his mouth and he opened for her, hungrily licking her juices off it, his eyes never leaving hers.

  She smiled naughtily.

  “You are a dirty one, aren't you?" she observed.

  He said nothing, just glared back at her challengingly, and she smirked at the spirit he was demonstrating.

  “I promised that I was going to fuck you when I was done taking care of myself, didn’t I?" she asked, balancing the toy between her fingers.

  He looked down at it, assessing its size and frowned. What she was suggesting wasn't exactly up there on his need to do list, so to speak, but at the same time he was damned if he was going to say Rabbits.

  She sensed his anxiety and smiled, self-satisfied. Then she leaned forward and put her mouth on his left nipple and sucked it, seductively. She ran her tongue in a circle around it and then licked across his chest to the other.

  She wanted him and he knew it. All he had to do was hold out and she’d be the one to surrender to her need.

  She turned on the vibrator and gently massaged it over his chest, slowly following the trail of saliva she’d left around his nipples, and then going lower until she reached the hair that led to his cock. The soft vibration stirred his need even more. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

  “I know you must be aching,” she whispered.

  She traced her tongue around his ear and ended with a nip to his earlobe.

  “Tell me what you want,” she growled. “Do you want me to fuck you with this bad boy?"

  She held the toy up to him again. He said nothing for a moment, their eyes locked, challenging one another.

  He would never let her win this game, he swore to himself.

  Finally he spoke.

  “I want you to do whatever pleases you, Milady."

  And he meant it. He’d never wanted to please someone so much in all his life. Her smile widened and she touched his cheek.

  “Damn, you are perfect,” she whispered.

  She tossed the toy on the floor and reached for his cock, stroking it for a few moments until he felt himself on the very edge, so close to release that the muscles in his groin were already beginning to contract. He ached for orgasm.

  “Yes," she said quietly, as if reading his thoughts. “I think I will allow you to cum, but don't you dare do it before I say so. Are we clear?"

  He nodded eagerly, too uncomfortable to speak. He knew that if she continued to stroke him he’d be a lost cause.

  “Please, Milady," he managed.

  His control was slipping. She let him go and he staggered back as far as the restraints would allow. She reached up and unlatched his cuffs. He let his wrists drop to his side, resisting the urge to massage them, and waited for her cue.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Reagan

  Reagan knew that if things went any further she would end up fucking him, and although she desperately wanted to, she knew this would be misguided. She needed to compose herself, for both their sakes. She had already gone too far, her desire had taken over and it was time to pull back.

  Ethan stood patiently in front of her, his head cocked to the side, reading her body language. Still he said nothing. She slid off the bed and walked toward him, her eyes never leaving his.

  “I’m going to dress you now,” she whispered.

  He barely heard her but he understood the intention. He groaned softly, realizing that she meant to leave him wanting. He looked away, breathing deeply as his desire surged in his gut. She knew he needed to cum more than he’d ever wanted anything and her pussy purred with pleasure at the power she had over him.

  He was so close to begging, she wanted him to beg, but she admired him for refusing to give in to his desire.

  “Eyes on me, my Pet,” she whispered, as her hand touched his cheek.

  He met her gaze and she forced herself to show only resolution in her eyes. She wanted to make it clear to him that she was in complete control. She slipped around him, finding where her dress had landed on the floor and slowly put it back on. He let out a deep sigh and she turned to him and smiled.

  Walking back toward him, she picked up his clothes and brought them to him. Still reeling from his need, he begrudgingly assisted as she slipped his boxers back on. His long, firm cock protruded from the front in protest.

  She grinned devilishly as she tucked his erection into his shorts. He smirked back at her, but if he’d been hoping his charm would make her change her mind, he was wrong. She shook her head slowly, her eyes glistening with pleasure.

  She enjoyed this torture. She enjoyed this control. This man had a need so strong that it was consuming his every thought, and she was completely in control of it.

  She handed him the rest of his clothing.

  “Dress yourself and meet me in the other room,” she commanded, knowing she needed to put some distance between them.

  She waited in the living room, contemplating her behavior. She felt exhilarated, but also confused. Ethan had trusted her and she’d allowed her own need to supersede her professionalism. She knew she had to turn things around. He was looking for a Domme to teach him the pleasure of control, and all she’d done was let herself lose control.

  He deserved better.

  Ethan walked into the room fully dressed just as she pulled herself back into character. His warm smile quickly eased her shame.

  He cautiously walked toward her, trying to read her body language. He stood in front of her and waited for her to speak.

  “You did extremely well, my Pet,” she said. “I promised you I would reward your endurance.”

  Ethan looked int
o her face and nodded in agreement, gently smiling at her. He’d worked his ass off to maintain control. He’d proved he wanted nothing more than to please her. And she was pleased.

  She looked at his pants and saw that his cock was still very obviously erect.

  “I promised I would allow you to orgasm and I meant it,” she said.

  He raised his eyebrows in anticipation. She walked over to the table where she had left his tie, picked it up and returned it to him. He took it from her and slipped it back under his collar, but let it fall loose against the lapels of his jacket.

  “Go home and wait for a text. I will send you a message when it’s time. Then I want you to cum for me,” she said, her eyes daring him to object.

  He processed her words briefly and then laughed softly.

  “Cum on command,” he said. “I’m pretty sure I’ll explode the second you tell me to.”

  “Wait here,” she ordered, and quickly slipped back into the play room. When she returned, she took his hand and placed something into it.

  “These are for you,” she said, gifting him her little red panties, still soaked with her juices.

  He growled, showing his pleasure and gave her a playful wink.

  “I’ll put them to good use,” he teased.

  He placed them in his pant pocket, and Reagan felt a sudden surge of emotion as she realized he didn’t want to leave her yet. He wanted to stay and play. She knew the look. He wanted to ask her a million questions about this new and exciting territory she’d introduced him to. He wanted to learn more about her.

  She walked to the counter, picked up his copy of their agreement, folded it and brought it over to him. Suddenly, he remembered his place. He had no right to ask her for more.

  He took the agreement and put it into his jacket pocket, grabbing his wallet at the same time. She saw what he was doing and gently placed her hand on his, covering his wallet.

  “No, please,” she said.

  He met her eyes and saw that she meant it.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, confused by her gesture.

  She shook her head slowly.

  “I’m afraid I didn’t hold up my end of our agreement,” she said quietly.

  He looked confused at the regret in her eyes.

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” he said.

  She shrugged her shoulders and paused, looking for words. He touched her shoulder, urging her to continue, then quickly dropped his hand, realizing he had broken one of her rules. He’d touched her without permission.

  Recognizing what he did, Reagan started to laugh.

  “Here you are following all the rules perfectly, when I clearly broke every boundary.”

  She shook her head gently back and forth still chuckling.

  “I don’t even know how to explain it,” she continued. “I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my life. You just got to me and I’m so embarrassed that I let my desire take over. This was not how tonight was suppose to go. I may have lost my mind.”

  She wanted to tell him that it had been a long time since any man had sparked her interest, that she hadn’t known the pleasure of desire for years, but she kept that to herself.

  Ethan took in her words. The whole experience had left him so animated and inspired that it seemed not to have dawned on him that she might have regrets. He took her in his arms and gave her a tight hug.

  “Please don’t regret this at all,” he said. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”

  She allowed him to hug her, shaking off her remorse.

  “Thank you,” she said, “but please put your wallet away.”

  He regarded her, crafting his next words carefully.

  “I want to see you again,” he said, putting his wallet back in his suit pocket. “No expectations. I just want you to be exactly who you are. You will still have full control. I want you to have full control.”

  She didn’t know what to say.

  “You intrigue me, Milady.”

  Reagan smiled, the thought of being with him again exciting her.

  “Do I?” she said, raising her brows, her eyes twinkling with arousal.

  “Oh God, yes, woman,” he growled.

  She considered his request for a moment and then nodded. He let out the breath he’d been holding, relieved by her answer.

  “Now go home,” she said playfully, slapping his ass, “and wait for my text.”

  He walked slowly to her door, wanting nothing more than to turn around and pull her into a passionate kiss, but not wanting to push his luck, he didn’t dare. She opened the door for him and he turned to her.

  “My name is Ethan,” he said with a boyish smile,“but I will also answer to my Pet.”

  She couldn’t help giggle and she was embarrassed at how girly she sounded. Ethan laughed.

  “Reagan,” she said, her own name sounding foreign on her lips, “but you can call me Milady.”

  She held out her hand and he brought it to his lips, seductively kissing it.

  “It was nice to meet you, Milady,” he said and stepped out the door.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Ethan

  Ethan pulled into his driveway, not even certain how he managed the drive home. The clock on his dashboard read ten-thirty. That surprised him. He was excited and distracted, the hot scenes of the evening looping in his mind over and over. He loved how Reagan pushed his buttons, her assertiveness, the physical manipulation, the sensuality and confidence she shared. He was surprised at how he even enjoyed the punishment.

  He wasn’t sure that he would enjoy pain, but it got his adrenalin going and heightened his arousal, especially when he saw how turned on she was to his responses. Again, he recalled how he felt as he watched her cum, his wrists bound, wanting her, needing her. How she delivered him to the brink of madness, and then left him wanting. He had never felt more alive. His cock was still throbbing, ready to cum.

  He walked into his bedroom and undressed to his boxers. He hung up his suit and then pulled Reagan’s red panties out of the pocket of his slacks. He brought the delicate fabric to his face and inhaled deeply, her perfume tantalizing his senses. He wanted to cum and wondered how long she would make him wait before she texted him.

  He looked at his cell phone to see if maybe she had already messaged him.

  Nothing.

  He set the phone and panties on the table beside him and lay on his bed. He tucked his arms behind his head, worried his hands would betray him, and started fantasizing about Reagan.

  In his mind, she unfastens his shackles and before she can step back he grabs her forcefully in his arms and kisses her, his eager mouth exploring hers. He climbs over the foot of the bed and forces her back into the pillows, his hard cock eager to enter her soaking pussy. She wants him too and spreads her legs open for him, inviting him to fuck her, her need as desperate as his. He doesn’t hold back and slides deeply into her, her moans driving him wild. He wants so badly to cum, to pour himself into her pussy, to make her his.

  His cock raging, he impatiently checked his phone, knowing full well it didn’t chime. He was tempted to touch himself but was more interested in meeting Reagan’s request. He would wait, he decided.

  Several minutes went by, although it felt much longer. Ethan paced through the house, trying to find things to distract himself. He made his way to the kitchen and drank a full glass of water, and then a second. He strolled into the living room and looked out the patio doors, considering a swim. He decided against it and wandered into his study. His computer was left open on a website showing hot women dressed in leather. Probably not a good idea to surf porn, he thought as he closed his laptop more forcefully than he meant to.

  Finally he wandered back into the bedroom and checked his phone. Still nothing. He recognized his impatience and sighed deeply. His thoughts turned to her again, his exquisite lady. Restless, he closed his eyes and fantasized some more, trying to recall every detail of her pussy, her clit, the soft, white skin of
her inner thighs. He wanted her so badly he ached.

  Then it happened. His phone chimed. He felt his body respond instantly, his adrenalin sending a bolt of energy straight to his cock. He reached for his phone and it slipped out of his hand and landed on the floor.

  “Damm it,” he muttered as he picked it up.

  It wasn’t a message, it was the front gate.

  “What the hell?” he muttered, wondering who the heck was at his door so late on a Sunday night.

  He opened the app and accessed the security camera at the gate.

  It was Mia.

  His heart raced momentarily as he decided what to do. She buzzed again, knowing he was home. Accessing the intercom from his phone, he responded.

  “Hey there Mia, what’s up?” he said, trying to sound sleepy.

  She chirped back cheerfully. “Were you sleeping?”

  “Yeah, I guess I was,” he lied, reaching for some sort of excuse to get her to leave.

  “Are you going to open the gate?” she asked seductively.

  Hell no, I am not letting you in, he thought, still nursing his hard on.

  “I’m in bed. Can I call you tomorrow?”

  She hesitated before answering.

  “Can I pop in for a second? I left a pair of earrings on the dresser last time I was there and I have to return them to my friend tomorrow. They’re hers. She’s driving up from Long Beach for an audition tomorrow and she asked me for them.”

  He stood up and walked to the dresser. Sure enough, there they were. Ethan groaned and rubbed his brow. Shit shit shit, he thought.

  “Okay,” he said into his phone, “come on in.”

  He buzzed her in and then went searching for his robe.

  He met her at the door, the earrings in his hand. She walked up his front steps with a gleaming smile, dressed in a sweet little black mini dress with a plunging neckline.