Thin Walls

by Lawson, Cassandra

  “Why does my home have to be so far from here?” he grumbled.

  Chapter 49

  Spencer

  Mercy did her best to keep me turned on the entire drive home, not that it took much more than her mere presence. I’d never have imagined that so many intriguing roleplay ideas could come from romance novels. I’d never force a woman into offering me sexual favors when she was in trouble, but I enjoyed the game.

  Once we were inside my condo, Mercy smiled. “That was a long drive, wasn’t it?”

  I nodded and leaned against the door with my arms crossed in front of my chest. “You remember your part of the bargain, don’t you, Mercedes?”

  “Oh! We’re already playing,” she said before taking a step back and glaring at me. “There’s no need to remind me.”

  “Clearly, there is,” I replied as I pushed off the door and stalked toward her. “You are mine for the next thirty days. Mine to enjoy whenever and however I want.”

  My dick throbbed at the thought of what I had in mind.

  Mercy gave me a defiant look but stood her ground. “I know our deal.”

  “Yet you were shaking your ass for every guy to see tonight,” I accused. “Or were you playing some game with me?”

  “I wasn’t shaking my ass,” she argued.

  Reaching out, I spun her until her back pressed against my chest. My fingers splayed out across her belly as my other hand gripped her chin. “Yes, you were. I’m not going to tolerate this sort of behavior, Mercedes.”

  She shuddered. “With the accent, it’s really sexy.”

  “Stay in character,” I told her with a laugh. “You should be defiant and maybe a little afraid of your punishment.”

  “I’ll try,” she admitted. “It’s not going to be easy since I’m excited about my punishment.”

  I chuckled at her reaction. “That’s good to know. Go into the bedroom, undress, and stand beside the bed.”

  When I released her, she spun and gave me another defiant look that was ruined some by her twitching lips. I understood her dilemma since I wasn’t sure I could pretend to be averse to the idea of playing with Mercy.

  She turned and stalked toward my bedroom as I considered my next move. If I was a rich asshole who’d take advantage of a woman this way, I’d probably have a drink with me when I went into the room. I poured myself a glass of the expensive tequila Mia’s dad had bought me for my birthday and headed toward my bedroom. The door was closed, and I could still hear rustling inside, so I paused to give her time to get ready and fully in character.

  When I entered the room, I took a moment to enjoy the naked woman standing before me. With her hair pushed over one shoulder and her back to me, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Like what you see?”

  I had to clear my throat before I could respond. “You’ve done very well.”

  When I stood directly behind her, I reached a hand around to splay my fingers across her belly again. I brought the tequila around with my other hand and held the glass to her lips.

  Mercy reached up to tilt the glass and take a sip. “This is really good,” she praised.

  I grinned. “Nothing but the best for you, Mercedes. I always take good care of my toys.”

  When she giggled, I moved my hand from her belly and stepped back to give her ass a firm smack. “Stay in character.”

  “But the results are so good when I don’t,” she cooed.

  I leaned in until my lips were close to her ear. “They’ll be even better if you stay in character.”

  “Promise?” she asked in a breathy voice.

  I bit her earlobe. “Trust me, love. I have something special in mind for you.”

  A fine tremor ran through her body. “You’re a cad.”

  “A cad?” I asked with a laugh.

  “Stay in character,” she warned.

  I cleared my throat. “Perhaps I am a cad, but you need me.” I set the drink on my nightstand and spun her to face me. “You may hate me, but you’re still mine.” My lips crashed down onto hers in a bruising kiss. My tongue thrust past her lips, and she clutched my shirt as I explored her mouth. I wasn’t gentle since that wasn’t part of this game, and I trusted that Mercy would let me know if I took things too far.

  Her hard nipples pressed against my chest, and I longed to feel them against my bare skin. At the same time, I knew this part of the game was better played with my clothing on. My hands moved to her ass to lift her slightly so she rubbed against my dick. She whimpered, and I wanted to do the same when I felt her heat through the fabric of my pants.

  I broke the kiss and walked over to my dresser where I searched until I found what I was looking for. When I turned toward Mercy, her eyes widened as they moved from my hand holding ropes to the one holding a riding crop. She looked surprised, but not afraid.

  “Now, love,” I murmured. “Before we go any further, your safe words are mango if you want me to ease up but keep going, and pineapple if you want me to stop.”

  “Why do I need safe words?” Again, she sounded intrigued but not the least bit worried.

  “We’re roleplaying so you may want to tell me to stop or say no when you’re in character, but you might not actually want me to stop. I don’t want any misunderstandings. Are you ready?”

  She nodded. “There’s too much preparation.”

  I grinned. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll use the same safe words whenever we play, so we won’t have to worry about this next time. Now, Mercedes, lie on your back. It’s time for your punishment.”

  Chapter 50

  Mercy

  I was excited, but I still felt a little nervous as I lay on the bed and waited for Spencer’s next move. I’d played a few bondage games, but they’d involved toy handcuffs and one clumsy attempt to use a tie. That last debacle had ended in my boyfriend cutting the tie off because he didn’t know how to tie a proper knot. That Spencer had ropes in his dresser indicated he knew how to tie a knot.

  Spencer dropped the crop beside me on the bed and then straddled my waist as he reached forward to secure my left hand to the headboard before moving on to the right. When both of my hands were tied, I couldn’t resist the urge to tug on the ropes. My gaze moved to Spencer; I was naked and tied to his bed while he was still fully clothed. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait for him to touch me.

  “You look incredible in ropes,” Spencer praised before moving off me and standing beside the bed. He sauntered to the foot of the bed, and I automatically closed my legs. He reached forward and caught my ankles as he shook his head. “Don’t you dare hide any part of your body from me. You remember our deal, right?”

  “I’m yours for thirty days,” I replied in my most defiant voice. Yes, I could still sound defiant tied to a bed.

  “Very good,” he praised as he pushed my legs apart. “If you can’t behave, I’ll be forced to get ropes to tie your ankles to the bed. I won’t be happy if you force me to do that.”

  “I’ll behave,” I promised.

  Spencer grabbed the riding crop and ran it along the inside of my thigh. “Can you guess what I’m going to do with this?”

  “No,” I replied with a sigh as the crop moved back up and stroked across my clit. I was already wet and ready for him.

  The crop tapped my clit lightly, causing me to let out a squeal of surprise. It didn’t hurt, but it was unexpected. Spencer chuckled at my reaction before he knelt between my legs and leaned forward to kiss me. One of his hands moved between my legs to stroke my clit as he continued to kiss me. It wasn’t long until I was moaning and writhing beneath him.

  When he broke the kiss, I tugged against the restraints, wanting to hold him there. He sat back on his heels. His fingers continued to stroke my clit as I arched slightly to get closer. When his fingers left me, I was ready to scream and beg for his touch, but before I could speak, the crop tapped my clit again.

  This time, I moaned in response.

  “Fuck me, that is hot,” Spencer praise
d. “Have you figured out what I plan to do with the riding crop yet, Mercedes?”

  “Yes,” I replied as I struggled to remember to stay in character.

  “Are you going to shake your ass in front of other men during my thirty days?” he asked as he tapped my clit slightly harder with the riding crop.

  “I didn’t shake my ass in front of them,” I argued.

  He rubbed my clit as I writhed and moaned. “Is that so, Mercedes? Are you calling me a liar?”

  “No,” I said on a moan as he pinched my clit lightly. “You were mistaken.”

  His hand left me, and he tapped my clit several more times with the crop. Some of those swats stung while others made vibrations hum along my clit. I was pulsing and on the verge of orgasm when he dropped the crop and settled on his chest between my legs.

  He licked and sucked my clit until I begged him for release. Every time I got close to my climax, he’d ease up his strokes or change technique.

  His warm breath fanned across my pussy as he spoke. “I’ll let you come as soon as you give me what I want, Mercedes.” He remained in character, despite the strain I heard in his voice. “Tell me you’re sorry and that I own this body for the next thirty days. Do that, and I’ll make the ache go away.”

  “You’re a bastard,” I accused as I did my best to stay in the game.

  “Wrong answer,” he replied before moving back until he sat between my legs on his heels again. He slapped my pussy with his hand, and the sting was so incredible that I nearly climaxed.

  “Yes,” I said on a moan.

  His next slap was lighter, and I moaned both from pleasure and frustration. I needed it just slightly harder. “Give in, Mercedes,” he crooned as he massaged my clit.

  “Yes, I’m sorry, and I’m yours,” I breathed out. “Please make me come, Spencer.”

  His eyes darkened even more at my response. It seemed he was also ready to move on to the next step of our game. He slapped my pussy three more times until I felt the first vibrations of my orgasm. That’s when he shifted to bury his face between my legs again. He sucked and flicked my clit as two fingers thrust into me. It wasn’t long until I was screaming and thrashing with my release.

  Spencer’s strokes gentled as he worked me through the last of my orgasm before moving up to untie my hands.

  My gaze moved to the front of his pants, and I smiled as I licked my lips. “Perhaps, I can help you with that.”

  He groaned. “Ah, love, you are incredible.”

  Chapter 51

  Mercy

  After my night with Spencer, I didn’t think anything could bring me down. I was wrong. When I decided to run to the store later that afternoon, everything went south. All four of my tires had been slashed. There were no angry notes on my car, but I still suspected it was the same person who’d vandalized my front porch.

  I took pictures and called the police. They told me to file a report online, which I did this time. Next, I needed tires. I hated being the needy girlfriend who called her guy every time she had a problem. I had no doubt Spencer would take care of everything since it was likely Suri again. Instead, I called my dad.

  “Hello,” he answered in a distracted tone.

  In the background, I heard the noise from the shop. My dad didn’t often work weekends anymore, just when one of his shops was short-staffed. He only had one shop open on Sundays, so I knew he was close.

  “Hey, Dad.”

  “Hey, Mercy.” I heard the smile in his voice. “Can I give you a call back later today? I needed to come in to help out. My head mechanic at this shop is on vacation.”

  “I’m glad I caught you at work,” I told him. “Someone slashed all four of my tires, and I only have one spare.”

  “Someone slashed your tires?” My usually easygoing dad sounded pissed. “Was it that crazy woman who messed with your condo?”

  “Probably,” I replied. “Can you help me out?”

  “I’ll get one of the guys to head over to your place to change the tires,” he told me. “I wish I could handle it myself, but I need to stay here today.”

  “Thanks, Dad,” I told him. “This is so annoying. I was about to run to the store.”

  “Why not get your boyfriend to drive you to the store?” he asked. “He lives right behind you.”

  “I don’t like to rely on any man other than you to do everything for me,” I teased.

  “You’re making this into a joke, but we both know it’s not all a joke. You’re used to doing everything on your own. That’s something you got from me. It was hard letting your mom help out at my first shop.”

  “And now you’re having trouble living without her,” I reminded him. My mom was pursuing other interests after years of working with my dad.

  “Is that what you’re afraid will happen if you rely too heavily on Spencer?” he asked.

  “You’re comparing apples to bacon,” I accused.

  “Bacon?” he asked. “Why does everything always come down to bacon with you?”

  “Because bacon is the most perfect food known to man,” I explained.

  “Of course, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh. “I’m still not sure I get your apples to bacon comparison in this case.”

  “You and Mom were married when she started working at your shop,” I reminded him.

  “Because I didn’t own a shop until after you were born,” he pointed out.

  “It’s still a different situation. I only recently started dating Spencer, so it’s smart to avoid relying on him too much.” I realized how ridiculous my argument was before my dad could say anything. “Don’t say it. I’m acting crazy with this whole situation. It’s just a ride to the store.”

  “You don’t want him to know about the car?” he asked.

  “Not yet,” I admitted with a sigh. “Everything is going so well, and I don’t want him to realize that his ex is still targeting me. I know he needs to hear about this, but I really don’t want to tell him.”

  “You need to tell him today, sweetheart,” my dad prompted. “There’s no telling if this woman is going to become violent with one of you. Maybe you should come and stay with us until this whole thing is resolved.”

  “I can’t do that, Dad,” I insisted. “I’m carpooling with Spencer, and I have all of my baking stuff here. It would just be too much effort.”

  “And you don’t want to be away from Spencer,” he added.

  “There’s also that,” I agreed. “Am I crazy for liking him this much when we don’t know each other that well?”

  “You’re asking the wrong man,” he replied. “I told all my friends I was going to marry your mom the day she agreed to go out with me.”

  “I’m not that much of a hopeless romantic,” I insisted.

  “No, but you are still my daughter,” he argued. “Do you think he’s the one?”

  “Probably,” I admitted. “I come from a family of crazy, romantic, workaholics.”

  He chuckled. “Nah, I think we’re the only hopeless romantics. Bentley and Lexus are more cautious, like your mom.”

  “I’m cautious,” I argued. “It’s why I didn’t date for so many years.”

  “That’s not why,” he insisted. “Part of that has to do with the workaholic side, but the other part is your romantic side.”

  “How do you figure that?” I asked.

  “You were waiting for the right guy to come along,” he explained. “Now, I’m going to make arrangements for your tires. I’ll let you know when I get them changed.”

  “Thanks, Dad. I love you.”

  “Love you, too, sweetheart.”

  Chapter 52

  Spencer

  I didn’t expect to see Mercy again that day since she had shopping and work to get done. She was still hard at work on her cookbook, and she wanted to try making some baking videos. Those were tasks she couldn’t accomplish at the office. When there was a knock on my front door a little after two, I was surprised to find Mercy on the front porch.<
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  “Couldn’t say away?” I asked with a grin.

  She didn’t return my smile, and she looked nervous.

  “What’s going on?” I asked. “Did something happen?”

  “Could you drive me to the store?” she asked. “I need to pick up a few things.”

  “Sure,” I replied without hesitation. “Let me grab my jacket.”

  “Thanks,” she said with a smile. “I appreciate this. I know you have stuff to get done today.”

  “Actually, I was watching television,” I admitted. “You’re right about me having work to get done, but I’m in a lazy mood. This will at least give me a sense of purpose for the day.”

  I grabbed my jacket and keys before we started down the stairs to my car. “Do you want to tell me why you need a ride? Or are you just hoping to drive my car again?”

  “I’ll ride this time,” she replied as she headed to the passenger’s door. Once we were both seated, she said, “I have four flat tires.”

  My brow scrunched. “That’s strange. How did you end up with four flat tires?” I’m not that dense. I knew what had happened, but I hoped she’d tell me I was wrong.

  “Someone slashed them,” she replied.

  I cursed several times. By someone, she meant Suri. “Did you call the police?”

  “Yes, I already filed a report online like they suggested. My dad is sending someone over today to change the tires.”

  “I could have taken care of that,” I insisted. “It’s the least I can do.”

  “It’s easier to have my dad take care of it,” she told me. “I hesitated to go to your place to ask for a ride for this reason.”

  “Because you don’t want me to offer to fix your tires?” I asked. “You could say no.”

  “It’s not that,” she insisted. “I’m not in the mood to listen to you apologize for Suri’s behavior.”

  “You want me to say nothing about what happened?” I asked. “Before you answer that question, where are we going?”

  “Draeger’s,” she replied. “And I don’t want you to say nothing. If you want to tell me how much it sucks that I need to get all four tires changed, then say it. I also don’t mind complaining together about what a crazy bitch Suri is. That’s all fine. What I don’t want to do is offer you comfort.”