Page 112 of Lesson In Faith

God, those eyes. Those beautiful, expressive eyes.

They blinked at him in surprise, relaying her thoughts clearer than a flare in the night sky. Her desire warred with sudden wariness, as though she suddenly understood she was in a precarious position with her asshole a little too close to his cock for comfort.

“Seems to me, you have three choices, little owl.”

“W-What are they?”

“You really want to know? Don’t want to just go back to sleep?”

Slowly, she shook her head. Dark hair tumbling around her shoulders in a jumbled, sleep-snagged mess, cheeks flushed with color, she’d never looked more exquisite.

“All right, then. Option one, you work that virgin asshole down on my cock like a good girl and ride me like you own me. Oh, dirty girl,” he crooned when she closed her eyes and shivered. “Do you want to be my good girl, Tamsyn?”

She nodded, taking him back to their early days when he spent all his time interpreting her body language.

Merrick reached up and tweaked her nipple. “Yeah, you do. Option two, I’ll be nice and let you sink that greedy pussy where it wants to be… in exchange for something.”

Her eyes narrowed again. “My butt?”

“However much I lust after your ass, it isn’t the answer to everything, darlin’.” Thoroughly amused, he rolled her nipple firmly, enjoying the way she squirmed on his lower abdomen. “Take into consideration that what I want in exchange is something you’re gonna hate, and that I’ll make you do it anyway when the time comes. You want my cock stretching you open again, you’ll do what I ask without making a fuss. Clear?”

Tamsyn licked her lips, biting the bottom one. “Option three?”

“I fuck you where and how I want, and you trust me to make you enjoy it.”

Her luscious lip popped free, her mouth forming a pout. “That sounds ominous.”

“Take it or leave it, little owl.” Running his hands down her sides, he smacked his palms on her ass, adding a sting into it. When she jolted and whimpered, his cock twitched in anticipation. “What’s it gonna be?”

Brow furrowed in thought, she ground herself against his belly, nudging his erection with subtle shifts of her hips. Warm wetness smeared over his skin, cooling quickly, but there was no mistaking how aroused she was; if the physical evidence wasn’t enough, the scent of her was the fucking cherry on top.

“I… I…”

“C’mon, darlin’. You’ve got ten seconds to choose before we go with option three. Think fast,” he pushed mercilessly, finding a little sadistic pleasure in the panic on her face. “You started this game. Seven… six… five…”

The pressure got to her quickly. Tiny bites of pain anchored her nails into his chest as the overload whirled through her head. When his count reached one, she didn’t give him a verbal answer; she lifted her hips, collared his cock beneath the crown, and hurriedly sank down on him.

Only, it didn’t go quite as smoothly as that.

The thick head of his cock wedged into her entrance, but because she didn’t give it time to spread her open and penetrate before she dropped her weight onto him, his shaft bent rather sharply.

Grunting in pain, Merrick snagged her hips before she snapped his erection in half, rolling her on to her back beside him. Hand grasping his cock, firmly squeezing away the sharp spear of agony radiating into his balls and beyond, he growled at her. “Choice made, darlin’. Hands and knees. Now.”

Eyes huge and round, she was pale as a ghost. “Merk. Merk, I’m sorry.”

“Gonna be,” he retorted darkly, then regretted the words immediately when she cowered. Fuck, anger was a trigger, he realized. She’d hurt him by accident and assumed he was going to return the favor tenfold. Gentling his tone, he laid a hand on her thigh, feeling her recoil. “Relax, Tamsyn. Breathe. It was an accident; it happens.”

Her gaze lowered to his hand, filling with tears. “I’m sorry.”

Goddamn it. Foreseeing how the rest of the day would go if he didn’t correct this now, Merrick kneaded his shaft until it simply ached in discomfort rather than screaming in pain. “I’m fine, little owl. All is forgiven. Get on your hands and knees.”

Her lip wobbled sadly. “You can do my butt.”

One day, he’d hear those five little words and take her up on the offer, but this morning, he wasn’t willing to trade accidental pain for purposeful. When he fucked her ass, he was going to make damned sure she felt every inch before she shattered, and it wasn’t going to be in revenge for a hasty mistake and consequent accident.

“Darlin’, the offer is appreciated but you’re not in trouble. Not yet anyway, unless you’re planning on continuing to ignore my order.” Though his voice was stern, his hand on her hip was gentle. “Hands and knees, Tamsyn. Third and last time.”

“Yes, Sir.” Obviously miserable with the turn of events, she sniffled softly and rolled onto her side, then her front. She was trembling fiercely as she pulled her knees under herself, and her arms shook so much she could barely hold her upper body up.

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