Page 141 of Receiving His Mercy
“I don’t know why,” she said. “I just . . . I felt so free up there, when I was tied up, with you in charge. I could forget all about my mother. About him. About everything else and just live in the moment. And then when you took the ropes off . . . I just felt so lost and vulnerable.”
He wrapped her up in his arms, drawing her over so she was lying on his chest and he held her tight. She relaxed against him with a sigh.
“It quieted my mind and my mind is rarely quiet. I love that about scening. But this felt like something more . . . I was free of all my worries. I wasn’t thinking about whether there was enough food at home or that I felt dirty. That was all gone.”
“I’m glad you had some peace,” he told her. “And I’m sorry that got taken away. Maybe we can work on you always being free of those worries.”
“Yeah. I’ve managed it before, it’s just that I’ve had a lot of stress lately.”
“Then we take that stress away.”
Wouldn’t that be amazing? If only it was that simple.
He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her, his elbow bent and resting on the mattress. He grasped hold of her chin.
“It will happen. I promise.” Leaning in, he kissed her forehead, then her nose, her cheeks, and her lips. “Such a beautiful girl. My girl.”
“Yours,” she whispered.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am. Well, except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asked with a frown. “You’re not hurting anywhere, are you?”
“Well, it’s a kind of pain.” She pressed her thighs together, wriggling around.
“Oh, that sort of pain. I thought you might be too tired for any more play.” He studied her intently. “I don’t want you to push yourself too much.”
“I’m not. Please.”
Reaching under her top, he cupped her breast before playing with her nipples. Her breath hitched and he slid his hand down her stomach and under her shorts to run them through her slick lips.
“Someone is very turned on.”
“Please,” she cried out.
“I don’t know. We should go home and sleep.”
“I won’t be able to sleep like this!” she cried. “I’m too turned on.”
“Poor baby. That does sound dire.”
“It is. It really is. I have to come.”
“Let’s see. Put your hands above your head and keep them there,” he ordered. “I don’t want to tie you up again, but if you move without permission I will have to punish you.”
She moved eagerly. He stripped off her clothing until she was lying there naked.
“No coming without permission, either,” he instructed.
She groaned. That was so mean.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he kneeled next to her on the bed. He was only wearing a pair of loose-fitting black pants at this stage.
Lord, he was so hot.
She wanted to run her hands all over him, to kiss him, to lick every inch.
