Page 116 of The Secrets That Kill

“Good. I like it when your ass hurts. Every fucking time you sit, you’ll remember this next spanking.”

I lie down, trembling with anticipation. He uses his hand this time. There’s something so good about flesh hitting flesh.

He doesn’t spare me. Each smack is hard. Each smack jerks me against him and I’m wet still. Again? My brain is fuzzy with need.

“This is going to be a pretty pattern. But you were a very bad Pollyanna tonight, tormenting your master, thinking youcould have the upper hand.” His hand comes down on that. “You have the sweetest ass. It’s soft, round, perfect to fuck, perfect to punish, perfect to touch. Like your pretty cunt.”

Now his fingers slip down and he thrusts into me.

I cry out. The invasion is the most welcome thing. I rush up to the edge of orgasm.

“Do you want to come on my fingers?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Or do you want my cock?”

“Both, I want both. Please.”

He laughs and it’s so diabolical, I spasm on his fingers. “Greedy Pollyanna.”

Mercer works my pussy. His touch is rough, hard, angry, but now I know where the anger is directed.

He’s talking. He alternates between praise and degradation, and it pulls me in so many different ways that I’m a hot mess, so overloaded with desire that with the next thrust of his fingers, I explode.

“Oh, Mercer! Oh my God. Oh my God! Master!”

“Fuck you.” His voice is a snarl. I ignore the tone, still rolling on the waves. It hits me. Every cry and moan of pleasure brought out the angry degradation. Me coming made him furious.

But not at me. It’s at himself. It turns me on, my pussy contracting in an orgasm that seems to never end. It makes me sad for him, too.

He doesn’t wait for me to come down from the euphoric cloud. Instead, he throws me onto the bed, on my back, and rips the expensive dress and lingerie off of my quivering body.

Mercer runs a rough finger between my thighs and pinches my oversensitive clit, making me arch up and cry out. I want to pull away, but there’s intense pleasure hiding in that sweet agony, so I don’t.

Repeating those moves of the slide up my slit to tease my clit, he pumps himself with his other hand. And the hand working his dick is angry and violent.

For the first time since we met again, all his ire and anger is aimed inward and not at me. I don’t think he’ll hurt me. And when he metes out his sexual punishment, it’s always so tightly controlled that even when he was angry, he doesn’t cross a line he knows I can’t take.

He dips his head close and kisses me, the softness at odds with the harshness of his touch. And again, I crave that dichotomy.

He breaks the kiss. “I’m going to fuck you now, Ivy.”

Mercer doesn’t wait, he just pushes into me, hard. He stretches me wide, filling me in a whole new way, the way I’ve always craved.

I shudder on his cock and moan, and he starts to kiss me again, drugging, demanding kisses as he pulls out and then thrusts balls deep into me.

It’s a wild, hard ride. He knows how to move to penetrate so deeply, to drag against my clit, to hit my G-spot, and I’m climbing again. He kisses down to my throat to suck on my breast and then back to my mouth which he plunders like his cock plunders my pussy.

There is so much intensity in his movements. Desperation, hunger, desire. It’s all here between us, hanging in the air like a thick cloud.

I don’t hate him anymore. What I feel is more complicated than hate, it’s something I want to cling to and explore like I want to do with this sexual relationship.

Each thrust, push, and pull is so controlled, but Mercer starts to slip, and soon we’re going at it like wild animals, no talking, just fucking. Each move pushes the other higher, and I’m so close to falling over the edge again, so close. It’s not longbefore he shudders and trembles against me. His cock twitches deep inside me. I feel his cum fill me as it spurts.

Suddenly I fly off the edge into one almighty orgasm where all my cells shake and contract and I almost black out from the bliss.

Mercer stays inside me. He rolls me on top of him and smooths my hair, kisses my temple.

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