Page 16 of Hellraiser

“Good morning,” she greeted with a lazy smile.

“Wassup. You must be hungry. I’ll go out and bring back some food.”

I stood up, ready to leave the room, but Mercy’s sweet voice stopped me. “The only thing I’m hungry for is more of you.”

I swung my head. “That’s not what you said last night.”

“I reserve the right to change my mind.”

“You were the one who said one night, one time. I’m just trying to keep that same energy.”

She scoffed. “Why are you acting different since we fucked?” she asked, pulling the covers over herself to cover her body.

I hesitated with my back still turned to her. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, before I finally turned to face her, my expression conflicted.

“Because you’re too fuckin’ innocent for this world, and I don’t want to taint you.”

Mercy’s eyes widened in surprise and frustration.

“Taint me? I thought we talked about this last night, Dre. I’m not some fragile flower. I want more of this, especially with you. It doesn’t have to be anything more than sex if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It’s not.”

“Then why are you pushing me away? I don’t understand.”

A strong surge of emotions coursed through me, my protective nature clashing with my growing feelings for her.I wanted to tell her the truth, but every time I thought about opening my mouth and letting the words come out, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wasn’t a vulnerable nigga. Feelings weren’t my thing, but fucking was.

I sucked my teeth. “You’re being stubborn as hell right now.”

“How? Because I’m telling you I’m capable of taking care of myself? That I don’t need you to protect me from everything?”

I sucked my teeth in frustration. The more she argued with me, the more I found myself holding back from doing the one thing I’d been wanting to do since I’d turned her mouth into a daycare the night before—dig that waterpark of a pussy out again.

“You know what, fuck this shit. On your knees,” I barked, stepping forward as I undid my belt. “Since you don’t wanna fuckin’ listen.”

One look in her eyes, and I knew her pussy was clenching in excitement. Still, she chose to defy me. “Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me, Mercy.”

“And if I don’t? What are you gonna do, Dre? Punish me?”

“You goddamn right I am.”

Mercy lowered her eyes only to look up through her long lashes before one side of her mouth lifted in a smirk. “Good.”

I smirked back, leaning against the dresser with the belt in my hands. “Get on your knees.”

She obliged, and I rewarded her with slight praise. “Good girl. Now bend forward and stick that ass in the fuckin’ air. Five for disobedience, if you talk back, it’s ten. Do you fuckin’ understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I stepped closer, the leather of the belt making a loud 'swish' sound as it left my hand. I stood behind her, a hulking figure against her petite frame. Her nipples grew hard in anticipation.

“One,” I said, and then there was a loud crack as the belt connected with her plump ass cheeks.

She gasped, feeling the sting where it connected. “Ouch! That hurt, Dre,” Mercy cried out, immediately regretting talking back as pain shot through her.

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