Craving His Command - A Doms Of Genesis Novella

by Jenna Jacob

  “Everything,” she purred. “Every dirty little thing I can think of.”

  When she let out a low, sensual moan, Kellan swallowed tightly and wrapped his hands around the steering wheel in a death grip. His cock strained against the zipper of his pants while throbbing like a tribal drum.

  He needed to steer this conversation in a whole other direction, and fast.

  “What kind of bed do you have?”

  “Huh?” Kellan asked, wondering where her question was going to lead next.

  “Your bed. What kind of bed do you have? Is it a regular mattress? I have one of those foam beds. You know, the memory kind. I need to find someone to share it with me soon, before it forgets what a man’s body in it feels like.”

  Mercy laughed at her own joke as Kellan pulled into the driveway. He stopped at the metal gate and exhaled a heavy breath.

  She stopped laughing as she stared at the two-story red brick with cut-marble accents. Her eyes grew as big as saucers. Her mouth fell slightly open. “Jesus! Is this your house?”

  “Yes. Why?”

  “You’re not only sexy as sin but rich as Midas, too? Oh, that’s so not fair.”

  He loved this no-holds-barred side of her. With a silent chuckle, Kellan lowered the window and punched in the code to the gate.

  Mercy continued to assess his home, pressing her nose against the passenger window. “How many subs you got locked up inside there?”

  “None.”

  “You don’t live here alone, do you?”

  “I do.”

  “Why?” She blinked. “I mean…you could house a third-world country in this…this palace.”

  Unable to hold it in any longer, he laughed. “It’s not that big, angel.”

  “That’s what you think. I could fit my whole apartment in one bathroom of this thing, I bet! How many bathrooms does this behemoth have in it anyway?”

  “Five,” he answered still grinning.

  “Five! You must go through a shitload of toilet paper!”

  Lord, man…why aren’t you recording this on your phone?

  Kellan knew why. Humiliation wasn’t Mercy’s thing. She yearned for a strong, steady hand, copious amounts of praise, and orgasms…lots and lots of orgasms. She was the exact kind of submissive he ached to guide, claim, and control.

  After he pulled into the garage, Kellan killed the engine and gathered up the items from the hospital. “Sit tight. I’ll come around the car and help you inside.”

  Mercy answered with a tiny nod. Frowning, she shielded her eyes from the harsh light inside the garage. Kellan knew then the shot she’d received at the hospital was starting to wear off.

  He stepped from the car and adjusted his unruly hard-on, then hurried to help Mercy. As he closed the door behind her, she started to sway. Kellan wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and drew her against him. She fit his body like a glove, a fact he couldn’t ignore as he led her into the kitchen.

  Her sudden silence worried him. “Are you doing okay?”

  “My headache’s back.”

  Even in the dimly lit kitchen, he saw the lines furrowed between her brows. “Hang on. Let me give you some pain meds before we go upstairs.”

  “Thanks.”

  He eased her onto a padded kitchen chair at the table, then filled a glass at the sink. She thanked him again when he handed her two tablets and the water.

  “I wish Mika would have gone on ahead and shot Kerr,” she murmured.

  “Me, too. But Officer Amblin and the rest of the Chicago PD are searching high and low for him right now. They’ll find him soon and lock him up for good this time.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “Come on. Let’s get you into bed.”

  “Point me in the right direction and I’ll take care of myself.”

  “No. You’re going to get all loopy again in a few minutes. I don’t want to find you a few hours from now passed out and drooling on the carpet.”

  “Why not? You’ve already seen me at most of my klutzier moments. What’s one more going to hurt?”

  “You’re not a klutz. There’s a lunatic after you. Big difference.” He helped her rise from the chair and felt a quiver ripple through her. “Don’t worry, angel. You’re safe.”

  “For now,” she mumbled.

  Kellan helped her up the long, curved staircase. Mercy paused mid-way and turned her aqua eyes up at him. “If I haven’t told you yet…thank you for helping me.”

  “You’re welcome.” He sent her a warm smile.

  “God, you’re handsome.” Her words came out breathy, as if she’d accidently said her thoughts out loud.

  “You’re stunningly beautiful yourself, angel.”

  Kellan forced his gaze from her lips before he fucked up again and kissed her. When she stumbled on the next step, he lifted her into his arms. He’d expected her to protest, but she didn’t. Mercy simply wrapped her slender arms around his neck and nuzzled her head beneath his chin.

  Every step that led him closer to the bedrooms ignited a war of wills within him. Needs and wants battled it out with self-preservation and integrity. By the time he’d reached the second floor, Kellan was all but lost with her body meshed to his. He didn’t know which side was winning his internal war, but at that particular moment, he didn’t really give a shit.

  When he reached the guest room, Kellan tore back the bedding and gently eased Mercy onto the mattress. She’d fallen sound asleep. If he felt more like a gentleman and less like a pervert, he’d remove her clothes so she could sleep more comfortably.

  You’re not only thinking like a pubescent teen, you’re starting to act like one.

  Right! No way could he leave her like this.

  Memories of Hannah’s bout with food poisoning three years ago crept into his brain. She’d gone with friends to check out a new Italian restaurant one night, but when she phoned him the next day, sounding like homegrown hell, Kellan raced to her apartment. He’d found his twenty-year-old daughter lying in soiled sheets, so drained of strength she couldn’t muster the energy to roll over and hurl into the trashcan beside her bed. Leena was already in the nursing home, so Kellan had done what any father would do. He’d cleaned up his little girl and driven her to the hospital.

  All you have to do is take care of Mercy, as you did Hannah, less the vomit.

  Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to strip down to his boxers and drag her into the shower with him like he’d done with Hannah. The only flaw with Kellan’s theory was that Mercy didn’t stir a single paternal feeling in him.

  This was going to be a bitch.

  Kellan mentally disconnected and focused on the clothing and not the woman as he worked the busk of the corset free. But when the material fell open, Mercy’s pale breasts spilled out. Her rosy nipples drew up tight, and her silky white skin glowed in the moonlight filtering in through the window. His cock lurched eagerly against his fly, and Kellan had to stand up to keep from sliding his hands all over her smooth alabaster skin. The lump of lust lodged in his throat was all but suffocating.

  Frustration spiked.

  He felt like a kid with a pocket full of quarters staring at an empty gumball machine.

  Cover her up and get the fuck out!

  The voice in his head screamed safe, rational directions, but Kellan ignored logic. He cupped one hand on Mercy’s shoulder, the other against her supple hip, and rolled her to her side. The hard peaks of her nipples grazed his thigh, and a surge of pre-come slickened his boxers. Cursing his body’s spontaneous reaction, Kellan wondered why the woman made him feel so alive and young. He hadn’t been this close to shooting off inside his shorts for a couple of decades.

  After tugging the corset from beneath her, he released the zipper of her skirt. Easing her onto her back, he worked the clingy fabric from her hips. Mercy’s tart womanly scent filled his senses. Saliva pooled in his mouth. He could all but taste the sweet cream of her pussy pouring over his tongue. His cock stretched impossibl
y tighter. Kellan sucked in a ragged breath and dragged the material over her legs and off her feet. He then stood and paused, taking the liberty to simply admire the gentle slope of her naked curves. The scrap of red lace that covered her bare pussy drew his gaze like a beacon. Kellan had taxed all his benevolence. He needed to get the fuck out of there. Instead, he tortured himself with one last long look at her supple flesh, full, heavy breasts, and tempting lips. A sigh, fraught with desire, escaped his lungs as he drew the covers over her sinful body, then turned and stormed down the hall.

  With each irritated step, Kellan tore at his clothes. He wanted to howl like the wind with the injustice of it all. When he reached his room, he kicked out of his pants, toed off his shoes, and peeled off his sticky boxers.

  His cock sprang free. Red. Angry. Leaking like a damn faucet.

  Kellan clenched his jaw, wrapped a firm fist around his shaft, and flopped back onto his bed. Closing his eyes, he ruthlessly jerked his cock from stem to tip. He imagined himself in Mercy’s room, spreading her supple thighs apart to bite the lacy red fabric from her slick cunt. He wouldn’t dive face-first inside her beguiling pussy. No, Kellan pictured himself kissing, nipping, and laving his tongue up her shapely thighs before he buried his tongue deep inside her tight, flooded center. The sounds of her whimpers and moans filled his ears as he tongue fucked her pussy, scraping his teeth over her hard, distended clit.

  He squeezed his dick in a brutal hold as he fisted himself faster and harder. Lost in the fantasy of her silken walls clutching his shaft, he envisioned filling and stretching her snug, wet tunnel. He could all but feel her bucking and writhing beneath him as she screamed his name and clenched down tight all around him.

  Kellan’s balls drew up tight. Tingles of demand raced down his spine. A conflagration of fire exploded behind his eyes in blinding bursts of white light.

  “Aarrgghh,” he growled as he pumped his cock with frenzy.

  Thick ropes of hot, slick seed jettisoned into the air and splattered onto his chest. Moaning, he milked his cock dry. Spent and slightly disgusted, he sat up and grabbed his boxers off the floor, then wiped the seed sliding down his chest and abdomen.

  “This is what you have Natalie for, asshole,” he quietly chastised himself.

  Yes, but the relief he’d achieved with her today did little to curb the hunger Mercy provoked inside him. Kellan felt zero affection for Natalie. A fact he wasn’t particularly proud of, but it was the only way he could retain his mistress and live with himself. Natalie was nothing more than a placebo for his bruised and damaged soul.

  But Mercy? Well, he’d already come to the vexing conclusion that she possessed the magic to heal him if he’d let her.

  Kellan was quickly discovering that the more time he spent with the bold and sassy beauty the harder it became to ignore the feelings she evoked inside him. Trying to shove aside his feelings for her was like shoving a boulder up an icy mountain…impossible.

  “I hate to tell you this, angel, but your big, bad-ass Dom isn’t so tough after all,” he groused.

  Standing, he tossed his boxers in the dirty clothes basket and headed toward the bathroom. Halfway there, Kellan spied the photo of him and Leena on their wedding day. He stopped dead in his tracks. He could still feel the warmth of her love. Still see the light that always danced in her green eyes. Taking Leena’s hand in marriage had been the happiest day of his life, paling only in comparison to the birth of Hannah. The photo was a haunting reminder of the perfect life he’d lost.

  Tossing a glance over his shoulder, Kellan spied the rumpled comforter on the bed. His gut twisted and a surge of oily guilt sluiced through his veins. The bed he and Leena had spent endless hours making love in was now tainted with his fantasies of another woman. Grief and shame consumed him. Tears he hadn’t shed for years pricked the backs of his eyes. Kellan picked up the photo and clutched it to his chest.

  “I’m sorry, Leena,” he whispered. “I’m trying to stay true to you…true to our vow. But it’s so damn hard. I miss you. I miss the life we shared. Miss hearing your voice…your laughter…feeling your touch. Christ, I’d give the world to feel your hands on me…on my face…my chest…my cock. I ache to hold you against me, to wake up with you beside me. Hell, I even miss our spats, because we always made up in bed, nearly busting the headboard in the process. But mostly I miss you…miss my love, my soul mate, my wife, my slave… Fuck, Leena, you were my whole goddamn world!” A tear slid down his cheek. Kellan angrily wiped it away and sucked in an uneven breath.

  “The pictures…the memories, they’re not enough. Not fucking nearly enough! You’re supposed to be here with me, dammit! We were supposed to grow old together. But now…it’s all gone. The future is empty because you’re locked inside that fucking silent fortress. I can’t break through to you, baby… No matter how hard I try, I can’t reach you. I’ll never be able to. You’re gone…forever gone. I miss you, baby. Miss you so fucking bad!”

  Before the claws of misery could sink inside him further and drag him down into the hell he’d spent years climbing his way out of, Kellan gently set the photo on the dresser and walked away.

  He numbly adjusted the water temperature of the shower, then stepped inside the spacious pale-colored travertine walls. Positioned beneath the spray from the rainforest showerhead, Kellan tried to let the steaming water melt the grief from his flesh and cleanse the misery from his soul, but it didn’t. A level of despondency he hadn’t felt since Leena’s accident—when he could barely drag himself out of bed—had him by the balls. Those horrific days of long ago floated through Kellan’s mind. Hannah had been eighteen—a legal adult—but equally devastated. She’d needed the emotional support of her father. Kellan knew if it hadn’t been for his daughter, he might still be huddled beneath the sheets of his bed, an empty, hollow wreck barely clinging to life.

  His dark and dangerous stroll down memory lane was as hazardous to him as the naked sub sleeping down the hall.

  Kellan raised his chin and let the thrumming water beat at the consuming loneliness.

  Feeling as if he’d aged thirty years in a matter of minutes, Kellan dried and dressed in a pair of sweats and a cotton wife beater. He scrubbed a hand over his face and sucked in a deep breath, then started regaining order and control within once again.

  After retrieving his cell phone from his pants that still lay bunched on the floor, Kellan sat on the edge of his bed and sent off a text to Chief Judge Jerry Tauley. He also cc’d the court clerk with his request to clear his docket for the coming week.

  He knew spending the next seven days with Mercy by his side would be as painful as taking a baseball bat to his nuts. But it was the only way he could make sure she followed Brooks’ orders.

  “I must be the world’s biggest fucking glutton for punishment,” Kellan mumbled.

  With cell phone in hand, he left his room and strolled down the hall. Before padding to the kitchen, he peeked in on Mercy, who was still sound asleep. He snagged a cold beer and retraced his steps to the second floor. Nearing the guest room, he heard her softly whimper. Worried that she was in pain, he entered the room to find her thrashing against the sheets. Her face was wrinkled in a tormented scowl.

  Kellan sat down beside her and touched her cheek. “Wake up, angel. You’re having a nightmare.”

  Her right fist came out of nowhere and cuffed him soundly on the chin.

  “Fuck!” he roared. Pain engulfed his jaw as he lurched back and gripped his face.

  Mercy’s eyes flew open. She sat up and yelped. Terror was written all over her face. She quickly crab-crawled away from him until her back was pressed against the headboard. Kellan tried not to stare at her naked breasts, heaving up and down while she struggled to fill her lungs, but it wasn’t happening.

  “Easy, angel. It’s me, Kellan. You’re safe.”

  He forced his gaze to stay locked with hers. Seconds later, her shoulders slumped. Mercy drew in several shaky breaths as she cradled her forehe
ad in her hand.

  “I’m sorry if I woke you. I’m okay now. It was just a bad dream.” Her voice sounded more sultry than usual.

  “You didn’t wake me, angel. Were you dreaming about Kerr…about what happened tonight?”

  “I don’t know…I-I don’t remember now.”

  Kellan nodded, not wanting to prod her into resurrecting the demons who’d come to call. “You’re safe here. No one is going to hurt you.”

  “I know. Thank you.”

  The need to drag his eyes from hers and skim a hungry stare over her naked flesh rode him hard. Resisting temptation, Kellan lifted the sheet and nodded for her to slide back onto the mattress.

  Mercy dropped her chin and gasped. “Who… Why’d you take my clothes off?”

  “So you could rest more comfortably,” he replied evenly. “I’ve seen naked women before, angel.”

  “Yeah, but you haven’t seen me naked.” She scowled.

  He wanted to laugh but didn’t. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but you needed to sleep without being bound in a corset. I didn’t take a single indecent liberty while you were in a helpless state.”

  A taunting gleam shimmered in her eyes. “Helpless around you is okay. I trust you, Kellan. And if you ever decide to take any indecent liberties with me, just make sure I’m awake so I can enjoy it, too.”

  “Brat,” he scolded with a chuckle. “Go back to sleep, angel. I’ll wake you in a few more hours.”

  She nodded and slid between the sheets. “Kellan?”

  “Yes?”

  “Would you please stay with me until I fall asleep?”

  Her voice teemed with fear, vulnerability, and a hint of shame.

  Kellan aimed to piece together her shattered soul as best he could. “Close your eyes. I’ll be right here.”

  “Thank you.”

  He moved her clothes to the dresser and pulled the chair up next to the bed. Within minutes, Mercy had fallen back to sleep. He finished his beer and dozed off himself. Thankfully he’d set an alarm on his phone and the vibration at four a.m. woke him. He rousted Mercy, administered more pain meds, and briefly talked until the pharmaceuticals kicked in and she drifted off once more.