Page 52 of Finding Mercy

I can’t control it, I shake.

“Are you afraid, baby girl?”

“A little,” I admit.

“Good.”

His dark gaze travels the length of my body, and back up again as he swipes his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Get on the bed, on all fours, face down.”

He bunches my skirt up around my waist.

“No panties,” he breathes.

“Spread your legs.”

I move my legs apart, and he says, “Good girl.”

“When I saw you dressed in this, sucking cream off your fingers, I wanted to fuck you right there in that bar. You did it on purpose, did you not, to fuck with me?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Fucking dirty slut. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I cry out.

He hits me hard with the flogger, and I flinch.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this, baby girl.”

Again, the flogger makes contact with my flesh. It’s not unbearable, but it stings.

“I never fucked a nurse. I never wanted to. But when I saw you dressed as this slutty nurse, I fucking wanted you. I thought I was going crazy.”

He hits me again in the same spot, and I whimper.

Then he puts it between my legs and rubs my clit with it. I moan loudly. I cry out and collapse when he swings it upwards, hitting my clit hard.

“Get up. NOW!”

I do, and he hits me again.

“I’m sorry, sir, for my behavior.”

“What’s my name at work, Mercy?”

“Dr. Lexington.”

He groans as he slides two fingers up my slit.

“Fuck. Such a juicy cunt.” Again, he hits me, and I moan.

“Get up. On your knees. Suck my cock.”

I scramble to get off the bed and kneel in front of him on the floor.

“Yes, Dr. Lexington.”

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