Page 67 of At Your Mercy
Wes’s hand stroked up and down my back like he was soothing me. I could feel the smirk in his voice as he said teasingly, “There’s my brat.”
“I wouldn’t be a brat if you hadn’t—”
Another spank landed, drawing a gasp out of me.
“You remember your safeword?” he asked, genuine care in his words.
I nodded, the movement making him laugh softly. “Good boy,” he said, and the words both humiliated me and warmed me in a way I couldn’t have named. I squirmed, my face flushing as I realized my dick was throbbing with want.
“If you take this well, I think we’ll try to implement daily maintenance spankings. They’ll help you feel more secure. You’ll be reminded of me whenever you sit down.”
I huffed, but didn’t reply.
An indignant “eep” slipped through my lips as my sweats were tugged down, leaving my ass bare since he hadn’t put underwear on me after our time in the shower yesterday. Heat swirled in my stomach as I remembered him dressing me, arranging my limbs where he wanted.
I whimpered as his thumb pressed against my exposed hole, not entering, just putting a bit of pressure on it.
“Such a gorgeous hole,” he murmured, rubbing small circles into my rim. I almost shouted as his other hand suddenly wrapped around my dripping length. “And you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, dragging a finger over my slit. “Tell me who owns this perfect body, Ro.”
I moaned, “You do, Wes.”
“And that means I can do whatever I want with it as long as you don’t say the safeword. So you’re going to lie there and take your spanking like a good boy.”
He set a rhythm—three lighter taps, then two that bit a little more. Each one left a bright blossom of fire that buzzed along my nerves and made the rest of me go hazy, like the world had narrowed to the angle of his hand and the sound it made. My skin prickled; I could feel the blood pound beneath it. Somewhere under the sting, there was something like relief—like the frantic, clawing panic that had lived under my ribs for years was being released.
When a particularly strong strike landed a little too close to raw, he paused, his hand rubbing gently against my burning skin. “Betta?” he asked.
I almost cried just because he cared enough to check in on me. The single word held more steadiness than I felt. I swallowed and managed, “No.”
He exhaled a breath and resumed. The last few smacks sent me flying, and I didn’t even notice when my tears began to fall. After the final one, he shifted, his arms circling me and pulling me flush against his chest.
“Done,” he said, and there was a smile in the way his voice softened. He tipped my chin up with two fingers so I could see him. “How are you feeling?”
I blinked at him, the sting already turning to a dull, throbbing warmth. “Good,” I admitted, the word small and honest.
He leaned down then, kissing the shell of my ear, then my cheek, then my brow. “Good,” he repeated.
I let my face nuzzle into his collarbone, his strong hands carding through my hair. He murmured little praises and compliments that were mostly drowned out by the floaty buzzing in my head.
After a few minutes, he shifted. “Still want to get off, babydoll?” he asked.
I hummed noncommittally. “Can I suck you instead?”
“I can’t imagine ever saying no to that,” he chuckled, loosening his hold around me so that I could slip off his lap to the floor between his legs.
I sat back on my haunches and leaned forward, nosing at his crotch. I undid the button of his pants, then caught the zipper between my teeth and pulled it down. Wes groaned as I continued mouthing at his bulge. With a bit of help from my hands, I managed to free his cock from his pants.
“Want you to choke me on it,” I breathed.
Without waiting for his response, I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, relishing in the sheer weight of it on my tongue.
Closing my eyes, I lost myself in worship. The tip of my tongue dipped into his slit, gifting my taste buds the salty, musky flavor of his precum. I licked along the veins on his shaft, swirling my tongue against the frenulum. I vibrated with pleasure, my own cock no doubt leaking from how fucking horny this man’s cock made me.
I was shocked out of my trance by heavy hands on my head pushing me down. Wes’s cock battered the entrance of my throat, making me gag. Taking a breath through my nose, I relaxed my throat and shuddered as his member slid down into the tightness.
I moaned as my nose pressed against Wes’s pubic bone.
“There you go,” he groaned, his voice raspy. “Look at me, doll.” My eyes fluttered open and rose to meet his gaze. “Ohfuck, Ro. That’s it. Such a good fucking boy.”
