Page 54 of Madness & Mercy
My eyes flutter. I nod.
“No,”he snaps, his voice suddenly sharp.
“Youspeakwhen I give you an instruction.”
My breath catches. “Yes. I’ll tell you.”
His lips curve against my cheek, a slow, wicked smirk. “Good boy.”
I hate how that makes me ache.
“What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?”he asks, fingers grazing just beneath the sheets, so close I could scream.
I writhe against the cuffs, every nerve in my body straining toward him.
“I don’t care,” I pant. “Just—justuseme. Please.”
“Open your mouth,” he says.
I part my lips without hesitation, shame already forgotten, burned out by the hunger roaring through my veins.
He slides two fingers past my lips, watching me like a man sizing up his next move on the board.
“Suck,” he commands.
I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, tongue curling around the taste of his skin—salt, sweat, and something darker. My jaw aches from the angle, but I don’t stop.
His eyes burn into mine the whole time, never looking away, like he’s peeling me open with every second I stay obedient.
“Just like that,” he murmurs. “You’re a natural.”
I want to spit, to glare, to claw back even a shred of control, but I don’t. I keep sucking, mouth full of his fingers, letting him use me exactly how he wants.
“Look at you,” he says, amused. “Already ruined, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
My cock throbs beneath the sheet.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, dragging them across my bottom lip.
Then he leans in, his mouth brushing my ear.
“I’m going to break you,” he whispers. “You know that, don’t you?”
I don’t answer.
I don’t need to.
Because at this point, that’s all I want.
He doesn’t say a word at first.
Just wraps that same hand, the one I just had in my mouth, around my cock.
I groan, loud and wrecked, hips immediately thrusting up into his grip like I’ve lost every shred of discipline I ever had.
But he stops. Tightens his fingers.
“Don’t move,” he warns.
