Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(47)

“Maggie,” I groan. “You are fucking killing me.”

She pops her mouth off, and I lie my head back, gasping in relief. “Did you just call me Maggie?” she asks.

In a desperate huff, I apologize. “I’m sorry. Ma’am. Mistress. Madame, whatever you want me to call you. Can I just come, please?”

Her smile is wicked as she climbs back up my body. Her warm cunt runs along the length of my cock, grinding herself against me.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she replies as she reaches over me and opens her bedside drawer. “I was about to let you come too. But for that…I think you should have to watch me again.”

When she sits up, holding a white massage wand, I groan, slamming the back of my head against the pillow to express my frustration. As she pushes a button, it whirs to life, buzzing quietly. She drags it across my chest, the vibration giving me goosebumps. With my hands tied above me, I have to just lie here and watch as she drags it to her clit, letting out a sweet moan as she does.

Biting my lip, I watch her tremble. I can feel the buzz rumble through her body into mine. Then she lifts the wand and reaches it behind her to press it softly against my inner thighs. I jump as she teases it closer to the base of my cock. The urge to come gets unbearable before she pulls it away and rests it against her clit again.

As she grinds herself against me and the wand at the same time, I can’t tear my eyes away. In just two weeks, Maggie has changed so much. The first time we chatted, she seemed so shy about sex, and now look at her. Edging me to the point of pain and making me watch as she draws out her own orgasm while straddling my tortured dick.

With a gasping squeal, she comes. I feel her thighs clench around me and her pussy pulse along my shaft. My dick twitches as I watch her. It’s an exquisite sight, but I swear to God, if this woman doesn’t let me come too, I might lose my fucking mind.

“Do you want your turn now?” she asks with a smile, dropping the vibrator on the mattress as she starts to come down, her chest heaving from the exertion.

I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I want to hear you beg for it,” she whispers against my face.

“Please, ma’am. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll be good. I just want to come.”

“And where do you want to come? In my mouth? On my face?” She runs her tongue along the length of my cheek before whispering in my ear, “Or deep inside me?”

Fuck, I’m going to lose it. A long, rumbling groan aches against my throat as it makes its way out.

“Wherever you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Like such a good boy,” she replies. I watch as she reaches back, and when I feel her hand wrap around my dick, I nearly lose it again. The head of my cock nudges against the warmth of her wet cunt, and I hold my breath, afraid she’s just teasing me again.

“Look at me, Beau,” she says in a raspy, lust-filled tone.

As our eyes meet, she slowly settles her weight. And as her pussy swallows my cock, I lose the ability to breathe. Before I know it, she is fully seated and we are joined, completely.

I am inside her, and it’s never struck me so powerfully as it does in this moment with her.

I have no control, no ability to move or thrust, and not because she has me restrained, but because she is in charge. And I wouldn’t dare move without permission.

Right about now, I’m very fucking grateful that she made me get tested and is on the pill, so we don’t have to keep anything between us. Having her skin to skin is like heaven.

“Don’t you dare come, until I say.” Her voice is strained, her cheeks flushed with arousal as she gently lifts up and lowers herself.

It’s too much, too intense, too perfect, and I’m afraid that I can’t control myself anymore. There’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself if I have to come.

Especially as she finds her still swollen clit with her hand, running soft circles around the sensitive bud as she starts to grind her hips back and forth, chasing her pleasure, again. With her head hanging back, she moves in a beautiful rhythm, as if she’s riding an invisible wave, everything in sync—her hand, her hips, her breathing.

“Tell me who this cock belongs to,” she barks out a command.

“Yours,” I grunt, “it’s all yours.”

And I’m struck speechless as I watch her slowly unfold for the third time, piece by piece. It’s so fucking stunning, I almost forget about my own orgasm. My hands are still bound over my head, and I love the feeling of being this thing she’s using to make herself come. I’d give her my body every chance I get if this is what I get to experience every time.

She’s perfect.

Her thrusts pick up speed and intensity until she finally tenses, her spine curling as she lets out a long, high-pitched moan. The tightening pulse of her pussy around my cock sends me over the edge.

“Fuck, ma’am, please…I’m gonna—"

“Come, Beau. Do it now,” she cries out in the throes of her own climax, and I’ve never been more relieved in my life. I completely let go. My body takes over, and I’m blinded by an unstoppable train of ecstasy as my cock jolts and releases inside her. The sounds we’re making mingle in one perfect cacophony of carnal sex and pleasure.

An orgasm has never felt so good in all my life. Two weeks of agony were worth this thirty seconds of heaven, easily.