This reinvigorated fierceness in her is intoxicating, but I’m wary to rush it.
“Are you sure? That’s a big step, a huge power exchange. There are other things we could do.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more. This is a way for me to reset.” She plays with the hair at the nape of my neck, her lips trailing my jaw with pecks and licks, her assurance conveyed in a sultry warble. “I trust you, and I need this. I thinkweneed this.”
That final sentiment emboldens me, so I take a step back and feed her some instructions. “Get undressed. Everything off. And wait for me on your knees.” I point to a floor cushion, and when she nods, I tack on a warning. “I expect your responses to be verbal. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Griffon. I’ll use it if I need to.” She waggles her eyebrows, slipping back into longtime-best-friend mode for a beat with a beaming grin and an enthusiastic commendation. “You really wear the Dom hat well, Ryker. Gives me chills.”
I can’t contain my chuckle, so I kiss her temple and tell her I’ll be back before I slip out the door and make a quick jaunt down the hall to grab what I need. It takes me less thantwo minutes. When I return, my eager girl is waiting just as I instructed.
Bare. Kneeling. Utterly breathtaking.
I set the item I retrieved on the dresser and stoop down in front of her, gliding my knuckles down her cheek and waiting for her cognac embers to latch on to mine. “You’re stunning, Merce. The sexiest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Her pupils dilate with a coy grin. Praise definitely fuels her.
Releasing her, I rise, remove my jacket, and unclasp my cufflinks. “Sit back, spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, and bend your knees so I can see your pretty pussy.”
A heavy breath puffs out of her, but she obeys. It’s the depiction of how far we’ve come since our first encounter, when she could hardly stand the sight of her reflection. Now the mirror is right beside me, but she doesn’t avoid it or me. She spreads herself open, chin held high with alluring poise.
“That’s my girl. So beautiful. Touch yourself.” I unbutton my shirt, my eyes glued to the circling pattern of her fingers. “Good, Mercy. Dip two inside.” Shrugging out of my shirt, I set it aside and start on my pants, the husky tenor of my command strung taut between us. “Stretch yourself for me. I won’t be gentle.”
She licks her lips and bats her lashes, flaunting her brazen, flirtatious side. “Yes, sir.”
The honorific is far less disarming than the wanton pout she’s parading, her fingers knuckle deep in her dripping cunt, or the sloshing sound of how desperate she is already.
My mind briefly flits to the worry of the danger lurking, the possibility of my life choices being the culprit for all the terror she’s endured. But I tuck it away for later, knowing that will be waiting when we’re done here. I won’t let anything rob me of this moment with her.
“I can see you glistening from here, so wet and ready for me.” Kicking off my shoes, I finish undressing and stroke my rock-hard, leaking dick, noticing how she’s instantly enthralled by the movement. “Do you want a taste, baby?”
Her gaze remains fixed on every flick of my wrist, so her wispy reply comes as no surprise. “Please.”
“There we go. Suck your fingers off.” I’m absolutely enamored as she complies, raising her arousal-coated hand to her mouth and hollowing out her cheeks. “Good girl. Now crawl to me and show me how desperate you are to swallow my cock.”
I would have insisted I didn’t need this. That her submitting to me wasn’t something I craved or fantasized about. Because all I ever wanted was Mercy, however I could have her. The veracity of that statement holds, but as she positions herself on all fours and crawls across the floor, eyes lasered on mine, something ruptures inside my chest.
All the pent-up anguish and fears and insecurities splinter in her wake.
Mercy wouldn’t do this with anyone but me. She’s too feisty, too strong-willed. She only relents when she’s safe to let go. The proof is in every reverent plod forward, the seductive swish of her hips, the tantalizing sway of her tear-drop tits, the vulnerability brimming in her beautiful eyes.
It’s the most salacious scene I’ve ever witnessed, but, fuck, it’s also the most life-altering.
Despite the rubble we’ve had between us, we’ve built a fortress of trust one day, month, year at a time. Celebrations and hardships. And as the world and resort, the agony and mistakes, all fracture around us, fading so nothing exists but my precious girl, it’s evident that the walls of our fortress are intact, that nothing can break us.
With my fist against my mouth, I husk out a choked, “Merce.”
It’s all I can manage, but I know she hears what I’m not saying. Her glossy eyes tell me she’s harboring some of thosesame emotions. Those forest-brown gems spill down her flushed cheeks as she stops at my feet, her hands resting gently on her thighs. Her searing gaze traces her name scrawled above my leaking cock before it floats up to my face.
“I don’t just want a taste, Ryker. I want all of you.”
No words uttered could mean more than those.All of me.Even the parts that were once at war with who she was. Maybe I shouldn’t celebrate dragging her to the den of sin, but my soul is twisted enough that I consider this a win.
Fisting her hair, I paint my precum over her lips like a gloss of wicked promises. “I’m yours, Viper. Take it.”
She crawled to conquer, and she’s kneeling before me with all the goddamn power.
Without hesitation, she glides the warmth of her mouth over the whole of me, opening her throat to accommodate nearly every inch of my painfully hard dick, the sides compressing around the metal barbells. And she bobs with a tenacious fucking drive, her ardent moans vibrating over my length to rocket through my balls and up my spine. Until I’m seeing stars.
