Page 68 of Receiving His Mercy
More of his hand squeezing her thigh, of his other hand squeezing the back of her neck. More of his tongue in her mouth, teasing and torturing her.
A low moan escaped her as he took command. His hand moved from her neck to the back of her head, dropping her back slightly so she relied on him to support her.
It wasn’t always easy for her to give her trust to someone. That was what she struggled with most when she went to a club. But when she did manage to let go and submit . . . it felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.
Travis shifted away slightly and she let out a small moan of protest. She didn’t want him to move, to go anywhere. She wanted more.
So much more.
But he didn’t move far, just enough so he could run his hand along the inside of her thigh.
A shudder ran through her. That felt so good.
“Please, please,” she whispered.
All she could do was feel.
Feel him touching her. Feel him taking control. Feel him licking her, tasting her.
God, it was too much.
She couldn’t remember ever wanting someone as much as she wanted this man. He moved his mouth along her jaw and down her neck to her collarbone.
“Oh. Ohh,” she said.
“Do you like me touching you, pretty girl?” he whispered in a rough voice. “Do you like my hands on you? My mouth?”
“God yes.”
“Do you want more?”
“Please. Please,” she begged.
“I know you’ve played with Doms before, but we’re not playing right now since I don’t know your limits or your safeword. I’m not going to push anything or take control. At any time you want me to stop, you say it and I will, understand?”
Lord. This man.
How she wished he could be hers all the time. Forever.
Don’t make wishes like that.
It will hurt too much when they don’t come true.
“Baby, do you understand?” he repeated.
“I understand. I use Red as my safeword anyway.”
“Good to know, Goldie. But right now, we don’t play until I’m completely sure you feel safe and secure with me.”
Yep. How she longed for him to be her forever man.
How many times had teenage Caren written her name as Caren Andrews with a love heart around it on her notebooks?
Too many times to remember or admit.
What would her teenage self do if she could see them now? In the future?
Probably squeal like a nitwit and tell herself to do whatever he wanted so they could keep him.
