Page 143 of Receiving His Mercy
Opening it, he grabbed something out. Then he turned and showed it to her. A light buzzing filled the room and she gulped as she took in the large vibrator.
What was he intending to do with that?
“Good work, baby. You look so fucking sexy right now. So beautiful.” He kneeled on the bed again and turned the vibrator on. Starting at her clit, he slid it down, then back up.
Small cries escaped her mouth as she started to shake. “Please! Please!”
“Poor baby, do you need to come?” he murmured.
“Yes!” She’d thought that was obvious.
“Hmm. I’ll let you come.”
“Oh, thank God.” She’d been worried that he was going to drag this on.
“But I need something from you first.”
“What is it?” she cried.
“I want the name.” He placed the vibrator back on her clit.
It was too much! Tears filled her eyes and drifted down her cheeks. She could barely hold herself in place. She wanted to snatch the vibrator from his hand and use it herself.
Why wouldn’t he just let her come?
She was beginning to think that he actually did have a bit of sadist in him.
“The name of what?” she asked, breathing heavily as he drew the vibrator away from her clit.
“The name of your ex. The one that you had to run from.”
She tensed. Bollocks. Was he serious? He wasn’t going to let her come until she told him the name?
That really wasn’t fair.
In fact it was kind of an asshole thing to do.
With a groan, he drew the vibrator away and stared down at her, clearly torn. “I can tell from the look on your face that you think I’m being an asshole.”
“Yep,” she said. “Not a nice move.”
“I still want the name. I need it.”
She breathed out deeply. She knew that he only wanted to protect her, even if this was a bad way to go about it.
“It’s Aadan Joseph.”
“Aadan Joseph?” he repeated.
“It’s not his real name. I don’t know what that is. He never told me, but I know that he changed it because he said that he changed who he was when he moved to Africa to live.”
“Where was he from?”
“Uh, well, I’m pretty sure he was from somewhere in Europe, but he didn’t really have an accent.” She shuddered at the memories of Aadan.
“Good girl for telling me, I’m proud of you.”
“Do I get to come?” she begged.
