Page 115 of Receiving His Mercy
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yes. Really. I never say anything I don’t mean.” He slid further down and almost fell right off the sofa. “Fuck. This sofa is too small. Gonna do myself an injury.” Standing, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “Need room so I can explore you properly.”
Yeah, she wasn’t going to protest.
He laid her out on the bed on her back, peering down at her hungrily. Then he reached for her pants, drawing them and her panties down her legs. Throwing them aside, he stood at the end of the bed and stared down at her.
“Can’t believe that someone as beautiful as you is fucking mine.”
He had it all wrong. She was the one that should be grateful to belong to someone as sexy and hot as he was.
But before she could tell him that, he was speaking again. “Spread your legs.”
Her breath caught at the demand in his voice. It washed through her, sweeping away her thoughts. A sense of calm started to fill her.
And all he’d done was order her to spread her legs?
Bloody hell.
She could be in real trouble here.
“Do you need a spanking, baby?” he asked quietly. “Because you don’t have to be naughty in order to get one. All you have to do is ask.”
“Sometimes that can be hard to do.”
He leaned over her, his hands on the bed as he stared down at her intently. “Then play up, baby. It will still get you that spanking. But it might also get you other punishment. What was it that you said about orgasm denial . . .?”
“You wouldn’t!” she cried with a gasp.
He just smiled.
She took back every nice thought she’d had about him. He was terrible.
“It’s all right, baby. I’ll give you what you need. Always.” He started kissing down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth to suck on it strongly.
“Do you . . . what do you want me to call you? We didn’t talk about what you want from . . . from this . . . from us,” she said, barely able to speak as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.
“We did talk about what I want. For you to be happy, healthy, and safe.”
Was that really what he wanted? Nothing for himself?
“Call me Travis when we aren’t in the club. Sir when we are. I don’t expect absolute obedience, I don’t mind a bit of sass during play. As long as you obey me when it comes to your health and safety. Understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
“Such a good girl.” He kissed his way down her stomach. Then he moved so he was standing at the end of the bed again. “Now, spread your legs.”
Travis wonderedif she would do as she was told.
Or whether she’d misbehave.
Either way, he didn’t care. All he wanted was for her to get what she needed.
Slowly, she pushed her legs apart and he could stare down at the prettiest pussy he’d seen in his life.
“Good girl for doing what you were told,” he said in a low, husky voice. He wouldn’t normally spank a partner the first time he fucked them.
But everything was different with his girl.
