Page 142 of Receiving His Mercy
It was so hard to lie still and she really didn’t see how she was going to last.
Maybe she should disobey him and take the punishment.
It would be worth it.
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Before she could decide whether she was going to chance a punishment, Travis was running a finger through her slick lips, pressing it deep inside her. Caren whimpered.
More. She needed more.
He held up his finger and then sucked it into his mouth. “Delicious.”
Her breath hitched, her heart racing as she watched him. Then he used two fingers, pushing them in and out of her pussy as she attempted to thrust her hips up, wanting more.
He lightly slapped the side of her thigh. “Stay still, baby. Keep those legs nice and wide for me. I want to have a look at your pussy.”
And then he lay on his stomach between her legs, pulling her lips apart so he could stare down at her. A flush ran through her. A little bit of embarrassment, but most of it was arousal.
“Please, please,” she begged.
“My poor baby. You really are in need, aren’t you? You need me to make you come, don’t you?”
She nodded. “I do. Please, please.”
He moved his mouth closer to her pussy, where she wanted him most. Then he flicked her clit with his tongue.
Her groan filled the room. God, that felt so good. He fucked her with his fingers while toying with her clit until she was so close to the edge. It wasn’t going to take much . . . just a few flicks more.
And then he drew back.
“Nooo,” she screamed.
“Aww, poor baby. Did you need something?” he asked with mock-innocence.
What kind of hell was this?
“I need to come!” She gave him a disgruntled look.
“Now, is that anyway to ask if you want something from your Dom?” he asked, shaking his head. “I think that you need to remember who is in charge.”
“Nooo!” she cried. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
He rolled her onto her stomach and delivered at least a dozen spanks to her ass. By the time he rolled her onto her back again, her bottom was throbbing and she wasn’t happy.
Not at all.
“That was mean, Sir.”
“You need to remember how to talk to your Dom,” he said sternly. “You are not in a position to make demands.”
Well, bollocks.
“Please, Sir, let me come?”
“Hmm. Hold your legs up, show me that pretty pussy.”
She reached down and grabbed hold of her legs, pulling them back against her chest. He got off the bed and walked over to a set of cupboards by the wall.
