Page 51 of Finding Mercy

“What about Ivy?” He asks.

I shrug, “She’s staying with Isabella.”

We get into the car, and he starts driving with a dark expression on his face.

“I didn’t really want her to stay away for the night already.”

“I know,” he said, “But you made Isabella very happy by allowing her to do so.”

“Why?”

He sighs, “Isabella has wanted children for a long time, but it’s just never happened for them. There are no young children in her family or Xander’s. Isabella spends a lot of time alone, writing. Xander works long hours. This is probably wonderful for her.”

“Are you glad that she stayed there?”

“Hmmm, I wouldn’t say glad that she’ll be away for the night. I am quite fond of Ivy. I like having her around. But I will say, I’m glad there will be no one to hear your screams, baby girl. I intend to take full advantage of the situation.” An evil smirk crosses his lips.

“You’re a dirty man, Dr. Lexington.”

He adjusts himself, “It’s a good thing, I have a dirty slut then, isn’t it?”

I reach over and stroke his cock through his pants, “Already hard for me, Daddy?”

He intakes a sharp breath, “Always, baby girl. Fucking always.”

We pull into the garage, and he exits the vehicle like it’s on fire.

As he opens the door, he says, “Go inside, there is an outfit on the bed. Put it on. Wait for me, on your knees.”

I nod.

“Excuse me? Is that the appropriate response?” He glares at me. “Yes, sir.”

Grabbing my chin with two fingers, he tilts my head up and bites my bottom lip before kissing me in a harsh, almost painful kiss.

“Good girl.”

I turn and walk into the house, straight to the bedroom. I glance at the bed, and it’s my nurse costume from the On-Call room. I quickly get changed and kneel as he commanded. It’s been a long time since Liam has made me nervous. Tonight, I’m excited but apprehensive. I’m not sure what he has planned.

Liam walks in wearing nothing but his scrub bottoms, and my mouth waters. Holy fuck, he looks hot.

He’s holding some sort of a whip-looking thing.

“Do you remember the night at the On-Call Room with the cupcake?”

I giggle, “Yes.”

He raises an eyebrow, “You tortured me. You made me want you so fucking bad. Tonight, you will be punished.”

I swallow hard, “Yes, sir.”

“Stand.”

He holds up the whip in his hand.

“This is a flogger. This is what I’ll punish you with. You’re very lucky it isn’t a belt.”

He runs it down my chest to my belly button and back up the insides of my thighs.

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