Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(32)

“Is this a good reward?” she whispers.

Fighting to keep my eyes open as she moves her hand over my now throbbing dick, I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” she replies, and I never thought I’d like to hear those words so much, but I swear my legs almost give out under me. “What about this?”

I swear I’m seeing shit as she slowly lowers to her knees in front of me.

What is happening right now? Did I fall and hit my head? Am I hallucinating?

Staring up at me, she pulls my shorts down far enough that my cock pops out and points directly at her face. She looks at it, and I notice the way she pauses. Is she admiring my dick?

Then, I swear I see stars when she reaches her tongue out toward me, running the soft, wet surface from the base to the tip.

“Holy shit,” I growl, drawing the words out.

The next thing I know, her lips are open wide and she’s pulling my cock into her mouth. Suddenly, I’m painfully aware of how long it’s been since I came. This won’t take me long at all, but I wish I could savor it for a little longer because the vision of this woman, who I thought was so sweet and innocent, swallowing me down her throat like dick is her favorite meal is doing me in fast.

Her head is bobbing up and down, coating me in saliva, humming and moaning when I feel my balls start to clench and the head of my dick tighten.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, gripping the counter tightly. God, yes, I will be so fucking good for her if this is the reward I get every time. So fucking good.

Just as I’m about to lose it, she pops her mouth off my cock, a string of saliva hanging from her lips. I let out a pained gasp as I stare down at her. The orgasm eases off before it ever had a chance to start, and I gape down, waiting for her to put her mouth back on me.

Slowly, she brings her tongue back, letting it run the length of my cock. It’s not enough to make me come, but it still feels fucking good. Her soft lips press kisses around my shaft as I edge closer to the pleasure I was ready to dive into a second ago.

Then I feel her fingers brushing my balls, and I tense, a small yelp escaping my lips in surprise as she tugs on them gently. My body is buzzing with excitement when she finally lets me slide down her throat again—a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain.

“God, yes,” I groan. With her massaging my balls and sucking my cock, I’m definitely about to come. The climax is building, just within reach, and I close my eyes, ready to blow my load when the soft grip on my ball sac becomes a harsh tug.

“What the fuck,” I cry out, and the orgasm disappears again, a little faster this time.

When I stare down at her, she smiles a wicked, evil grin.

Oh, I get what’s going on here. She’s fucking with me. And I’m about to give her hell, but then her mouth is back, and I let it go.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg as she sucks hard on the head of my cock, sending me in a whirlwind of sensation. Her hand is still on my sac, but at least she’s being nice and not tugging on it anymore.

But when I feel a stray finger start to massage my taint, I nearly catapult off the counter.

“Maggie…I mean, ma’am.” She’s sucking the life out of my dick and massaging the space between my balls and ass, but she’s not letting me come, and I’m about to lose my fucking mind.

“Please, please, please don’t stop,” I beg, slightly thrusting my hips forward to meet her mouth. And just like before, the head of my dick tightens, my balls lift, my body tenses, and I know this is finally it. I can see heaven before me, ready to let it engulf me. My feet almost lift off the floor. My spine straightens, and my skin pricks with anticipation.

But then it’s just…gone.

“No…” I say with a groan as I stare back down at her.

To my utter horror, she lifts the waistband and tucks my poor, aching dick back into my shorts.

“I—I didn’t come,” I stammer—as if she couldn’t tell.

She stands up and places her hand on my chest. “Coming wasn’t your reward. You’ll have to do more for that.”

“What?” I’m gaping at her in horror.

“A little discipline is good for you, Beau. I’m doing this so you understand just how serious I am. You don’t come unless I tell you to. And you have to ask politely every single time. Is that clear?”

My mouth is hanging open, and my body is locked up in a vise grip. I’m angry and worked up and I want to tell her to fuck off and let me come, but at the same time…this is the most I’ve felt in a long time. Even if it is anger. At least it’s something.

Through gritted teeth, I obstinately mutter, “Yes, ma’am.”





Rule #14: Do no let those warm, fuzzy feelings get in your way.





Maggie





I can’t believe I just did that. Oh my God, I cannot believe I just did that.

I’m headed to my office—the only room I’ve gotten even remotely set up, leaving him alone in the kitchen with his neglected hard-on.

I hear him hot on my tail before I even have a chance to sit down. My hands are still shaking and there is a pool of arousal in my panties that I’m opting to ignore at the moment.

I’m over the fact that Beau is a lot younger than me. Hell, I’m already mostly over the fact that he’s Emerson’s son. But seeing his cock today, feeling the heavy weight of it against my tongue, made me realize that he is just another man, with the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. No wonder Beau has been wreaking havoc with that smug ego of his—he’s been carrying that thing around this whole time.