Craving His Command - A Doms Of Genesis Novella

by Jenna Jacob

  “Oh, god,” she groaned. “Please…oh, yes please.”

  “What exactly are you begging for?”

  “Your mouth, your fingers, your cock…all of you, Sir. I need all of you.”

  Kellan hissed out a curse. “Is that why we’re in the dungeon?”

  Frustration spiked. A low, suffering moan slid from her throat. “No, Sir.”

  “No, and it’s a pity, because there’s nothing I’d love more than to drive my cock deep inside your glistening cunt. But you haven’t earned that reward yet, have you?”

  “No, Sir.” Mercy planned to remedy that, and soon.

  “Shall we begin and get this unpleasantness over?”

  I’d rather begin with you fucking my brains out.

  Mercy kept the smartassed comment to herself and nodded. “Yes Sir.”

  In preparation for the initial burst of pain, she squeezed her eyes closed, clenched her butt cheeks, and held her breath. When Kellan simply skimmed a palm over her ass, she jolted and exhaled. His reverent caress felt as if he were worshiping her flesh. But that was the duty of a submissive, not a Dom. The lines of command and surrender blurred. She had no idea now what to expect with this man. Mercy felt as if she’d been tossed into stormy seas.

  “I do plan to warm you up first,” he whispered with a hint of amusement. “No transgression deserves brutality.”

  His caveat was music to her ears. The tendrils of dread bled away.

  The first stinging blow sent a chill racing up her spine, but the intimate contact of his hand to her flesh ignited a slow fire to coil beneath her clit. The punishment Kellan delivered was unlike any she’d experienced. The synapses in her brain didn’t know how to process the delicious combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Rules are put in place for a reason.”

  To emphasize his words, he landed another slap against her flesh.

  “To keep you safe or, in this case, to help you heal.”

  Smack.

  The biting sting spread out over her flesh in a luscious burn that engulfed her lower back and thighs. The sensation was as confusingly soothing as the indulgent tone of Kellan’s voice.

  Smack.

  “The only pleasure I gain from punishing you is the feel of your succulent ass on my hand.”

  Smack.

  “Of course, watching your sinful cheeks turn a pretty glowing red doesn’t suck, either.”

  Smack.

  “Your quivering gasps will continue to echo in my ears for a long time.”

  Smack.

  Mercy whimpered and rolled her hips in an attempt to assuage the increasing ache between her legs.

  Smack.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous all splayed out before me with your red ass in the air, my sweet sub.”

  Kellan continued to praise her as he landed his palm against her searing flesh. No longer cognizant of her surroundings, she focused on his rich, deep voice sliding over her flesh and the rhythmic slap of his hand.

  She felt as if she were floating.

  Not outside her body but deep inside her mind.

  Floating to some foreign place where her conscious and soul melded.

  Enveloped in a shimmering white light of peace and beauty, Mercy sailed on in this strange silent serenity. There were no worries fluttering through her mind. No fears. Nothing but the reassurance of Kellan’s wide hand as he guided her into a surreal world of buoyant beauty.

  She’d never felt so free…so complete in all her life.

  Mercy dipped and soared inside the captivating bliss.

  Hours, minutes, or days later—she wasn’t sure—she lifted her heavy eyelids. She was no longer on the spanking bench but cradled in a soft cotton blanket and nestled against Kellan’s bare chest as he climbed the spiral staircase. She didn’t know when or where he’d removed his shirt, and at that moment she didn’t care. Mercy was far too captivated with his velvet-blue eyes locked on hers and the slow smile stretching his lips. Her heart sputtered, and the heat that engulfed her ass seemed to spread through her whole body.

  “Welcome back, angel,” he whispered. “Did you enjoy your flight?”

  Mercy couldn’t help but grin as she gave him a listless nod. She felt drunk, as if everything were moving in slow motion, especially her brain. She tried to gather the fragmented pieces of reality, but the peaceful nirvana within beckoned her to sail on a little longer. She closed her eyes once more.

  “Oh, yes, but I don’t think I’ve landed yet,” she answered on a dreamy sigh.

  “I don’t think you have, either. Sail on, angel. I’ve got you.”

  The only response she could muster was a satisfied purr.

  Kellan laid her down on a soft surface and she felt him stretch out beside her. Mercy opened her eyes once more to find she was in the guest room and in bed. As her lids slid shut, she snuggled in close to his warm body, laid her head on his chest, and sighed. He stroked her head and combed his fingers through her hair.

  The beat of his heart and the rumble of his voice as he suffused her with praise, echoed in her ears. Slowly, Mercy began rising from the dreamy depths, becoming more aware of Kellan and her surroundings. She raised her arm, stunned at how heavy her limb felt, and brushed a whip of Kellan’s charcoal hair from his forehead before breaking the comfortable silence.

  “Thank you for…I don’t know how to describe it. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

  “Endorphins. You’ve been riding them for quite some time. Did you enjoy it?”

  “Oh, yes. Enjoy doesn’t come close to how incredible I feel.”

  Kellan chuckled. “I think I might have created a brat.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean…you enjoyed your punishment too much. I’ll have to come up with a suitable alternative next time.”

  “If you keep sending me off to heaven like you just did, you’ll never have to punish me again. I’ll be the best submissive on the planet.”

  “Uh-huh,” he grunted with a hint of disbelief.

  “I will,” she protested. “You’ll see.”

  Mercy placed her palm on his chest before skimming it up and down his flesh. Gliding her hand lower, she dragged her fingers over his engorged cock. She felt his muscles tense as he grabbed her wrist and lifted her hand away.

  “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

  “No, Sir. It’s just that I-I want to make you feel good.”

  He slid his fingers into her mane, gathering the strands into his fist. Pulses of pain and pleasure spread over her scalp as he tugged her head back and gazed down at her.

  “Don’t you know by now? I always feel good when I’m with you.”

  He bent and claimed her lips in a hungry, possessive kiss.

  Kellan ate her silky mouth as the image of her luscious wet pussy burned in his brain. A lesser man would have caved and fucked her raw over the spanking bench. He still wasn’t quite sure how he’d unearthed the willpower to resist. Lying beside her warm, naked body was taking an even bigger toll on him. His dick had been hard for hours, but teaching her this lesson was necessary. So was providing her with plenty of aftercare. Easing a sub back to earth after a session was as vital as soaring her into subspace. But damn. He needed to come…needed to relieve the pressure stretching the skin of his cock to the point of pain.

  Mercy eased from his lips. Peppering his jaw with soft kisses, she slowly inched her tongue down his neck. She slid her hands over his chest, leaving a trail of heat that felt so fucking good Kellan could only close his eyes and bask in her attention. She kissed her way over his collarbones and down to his nipples. Mercy traced her sinful tongue around each circle of brown flesh and kissed each taut peak. He growled and squeezed the fist in her hair tightly, feeling her tug against his grip to drag her mouth lower still.

  When she began to unbutton his trousers, Kellan knew he needed to seize control, but the feel of her wicked mouth roaming his flesh felt too damn good. He hadn’t felt the
rush of pleasure consume him in this way for too damn long. Mercy carefully eased his zipper down and Kellan groaned when his cock sprang free.

  “Oh, god.”

  The tone of awe in her whisper yanked him from his carnal trance. A wave of panic crashed through him. Kellan sat up and snatched her hand away as she reached for his shaft. Mercy sent him a pleading stare.

  “Please don’t make me stop,” she begged.

  The minute she licked her lips, he was a goner. Kellan couldn’t refuse her plea to worship his cock anymore than he could fly. But he refused to lie back and let her take control over him.

  “Move to the side of the bed and get on your knees.” His voice was husky and laced with need.

  Her eyes widened with excitement. Mercy scampered off the bed and onto her knees.

  With his gaze locked on her, Kellan stood, removed his trousers, and then sat down on the side of the bed. She was the vision of his dreams…pure unadulterated sin.

  Her plump lips, level with his cock, were parted invitingly.

  Need and hunger glistened in her eyes.

  The scent of her pussy clung to every breath he inhaled.

  Demand rolled through him, and it took everything Kellan had not to grip her hair and slam his impatient dick straight down her throat. He tempered his fervent lust and dragged a finger down her cheek.

  “Take me inside your pretty mouth. Worship my cock.”

  Dropping her jaw open, she leaned in. Her moist breath caressed his dripping crest.

  Kellan bit back a savage roar.

  When she wrapped her plump lips around him, he felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven. His nerve endings were on fire and he was going up in flames. The gentle suction of her mouth and glide of her velvet tongue had him nearly losing his load.

  Each drag of her lips, flick of her tongue, and scrape of her teeth over his throbbing veins sent him soaring to an even higher level of bliss. He struggled to harness the come churning in his balls. He didn’t want to embarrass himself and end this too soon.

  “Mercy,” he choked out in a strangled whisper. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”

  As if emboldened by his praise, she cupped his sac, and massaged his heavy orbs in her palm. Kellan watched her lips slide up and down his glistening shaft as she enveloped him with wet, silky heat.

  His head swam.

  The room swayed.

  He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but fuck if he’d let go this soon. Clenching his jaw, he reached out and gripped her hair, then eased her off his shaft.

  “You’ll swallow every drop, little one. Understood?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir. It would be an honor.” Her voice was low and sultry. A shiver raced up his spine.

  “More. Work that eager little tongue all around me.”

  She opened her mouth, prepared to engulf him again, but Kellan held her head firmly in place. Unable to fulfill her quest, Mercy whimpered and shot him a pleading stare. He simply shook his head. A little pout settled over her mouth before she smiled and extended her tongue, bathing the tip of his throbbing crest with soft, beguiling flicks.

  She was going to be the death of him. At that particular moment, Kellan couldn’t think of a better way to go than with his cock deep down her throat. Provoked by the thought, he tugged her to his shaft. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as she swallowed him all the way to the base of his stalk. Though he could barely breathe, Kellan guided her by her head, setting a safe tempo at which he could both revel in the feel of her wicked mouth but also keep from exploding all over her tongue.

  Mercy rolled her hips from side to side. Kellan imagined her clit, swollen and peeking out from beneath the thin membrane, needy and aching for relief as well.

  “Reach between your legs and rub your clit for me, angel. I want to watch you shatter as I fill your belly with my seed.”

  Her eyes grew wide. The glassy, unfocused sheen reflecting in them told Kellan that she was as desperate to shatter as he was.

  “You don’t have permission to come yet, sub. Is that clear?”

  Her grunted reply sent a vibration to ripple over his dick. Kellan gritted his teeth and hissed.

  As she bobbed up and down on his stalk and strummed her clit, he gazed at the glorious, beautiful woman before him. Her thick lashes lay against her delicate face, and her smooth cheeks concaved beneath the mind-bending suction she bestowed. Kellan lost a little more of his heart with each wonderfully wicked lash of her tongue. Mercy wasn’t merely worshiping his cock; she was making love to him…pouring out her entire soul for him to claim and protect.

  Her tiny whimpers and mewls zapped his system like bolts of lightning.

  The thunder of release rolled through him. He gripped her head and shuttled in and out of her mouth in sharp, rapid strokes. His balls drew up and his vision blurred.

  “Come hard for me, angel. Come, now!”

  She clamped her mouth around him and sucked with all her might. He felt her muscles tense before her muffled scream tore over his blistering length.

  Mercy’s body quivered as the orgasm consumed her.

  Kellan roared as their storms of ecstasy collided.

  White-hot lightning engulfed his tightening balls, and Kellan gave up trying to hold back a second longer. His cock expanded and thick ropes of come jettisoned from the head, showering her tongue and throat. Mercy gulped greedily as she swallowed his seed. Reaching up, she wrapped her slender hand around his shaft and milked him dry while she licked and lapped him clean.

  Both of them trembled in aftershocks as she released his shaft. Kellan slid a finger beneath her chin and sent her a sated smile.

  “That was incredible.”

  Her cheeks grew pink and a coy smile tugged her lips. “It was, Sir. Thank you.”

  Kellan lifted her off the floor and pulled her to his chest as he slumped back onto the bed. She fell limp across his chest and issued a contented sigh. He closed his eyes and drank in the feel of her soft, naked flesh meshed against him.

  Long minutes later, their silent bliss was interrupted by the ring of his cell phone. The unique ringtone cut through his carnal fog like an ax. It was the nursing home. In one fluid movement, he rolled Mercy to his side and lurched out of bed. Fumbling with the pocket of his trousers, Kellan finally pulled the device free.

  “Hello?” he answered hastily.

  “Mr. Graham?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s Lucia. You need to come quickly. I’m sorry”—her voice cracked—“but Leena suffered a stroke a few minutes ago.”

  Kellan’s gut coiled. His throat closed up and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

  A stroke? God no. This couldn’t be happening. Not yet.

  He wasn’t ready to lose her.

  Hannah.

  He needed to call Hannah.

  “Is she…”

  “She’s still alive. But we don’t know for how much longer. I’m so sorry. Would you like me to call your daughter for you?”

  “No. I’ll do it. I’m on my way.”

  Kellan grabbed his pants off the floor and frantically looked around the room for his shirt, but couldn’t find it. He raced out to the hall and sprinted to his bedroom. He ripped a cotton polo from its hanger and yanked it over his head as he slid on a pair of loafers. Patting his pockets, he felt his keys and turned toward the hall.

  Mercy stood in the doorway wearing a look of confusion. “I take it you’re leaving?”

  Guilt inundated him in a deluge of shame. While another woman had been sucking his cock, his wife had lain alone in an empty room having a stroke.

  “Yes. Wait here. I’ll be back…I-I’m not sure when. But I’ll be back.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  Dammit! There wasn’t time to waste explaining everything to Mercy. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and pinned her with a sorrowful gaze.

  “Kellan, you’re scaring me. Is it Hannah? Is she sick? Has she been in an accident?”

&n
bsp; “No! It’s my wife,” he blurted as he rushed past her, raced down the stairs, and sprinted into the garage.

  Mercy stood in the middle of the hallway, mouth open, body shaking, and mind racing. She felt as if she’d just been punched in the gut and slapped in the face.

  Wife?

  Wife!

  WIFE!

  “What do you mean your wife, you son of a bitch?” she screamed.

  There was no answer to her cry as it echoed through the empty house. Kellan was already gone…gone back to his fucking wife!

  He wasn’t divorced at all. The cheating man-whore had been married the whole damn time.

  And just where the hell had the little missus been? she wondered.

  Had his wife been out of town on business?

  “When the cat’s away, the mice will play.”

  And oh, how Kellan had played…played Mercy to the nth degree. Not only had the prick conveniently moved her into his palatial estate, he’d pretended he wasn’t interested in teaching her submission. No doubt that had been part of the big plan to make her feel as if he was doing her some big-assed fucking favor when he finally relented. Make her feel as if she owed him something for his sacrifice. Kellan wasn’t a stupid man. He had to know that once Mercy found out he was married, she’d walk the fuck out and not give him a second glance at the club.

  “You got some balls, mister…big fucking sick and twisted balls.”

  She had no facts, only assumptions that zipped through her head so furiously she couldn’t make sense of the clusterfuck.

  Did he and his wife have an open marriage?

  That would certainly explain why Hannah wasn’t judging the judge’s actions. She probably wouldn’t fault her own mother for spending the last week banging the Chicago Bears football team, either.

  Talk about dysfunctional.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Mercy spat out loud.

  Whatever understanding Kellan and his wife had regarding their vows, or rather, the breach of them, didn’t change the fact that he was married.

  If he’d respected Mercy at all, he would have fucking told her.

  Maybe they’re separated.

  “Shut up,” she barked at her subconscious. “I will not start grasping at straws or making excuses for the misogynistic prick. I did enough of that with Kerr.”