Page 62 of The Secrets That Kill

“Eyes front, Pollyanna. On me.” Mercer’s quiet command whips my head back around to him only to find that he’s not looking at me. “Good girl.”

How he does that, I don’t know. I want to say it’s because he’s hyperaware of me, but I think it’s just that nothing slips by him. Nothing.

A woman talks to him for a while, a young man at her feet and he’s touching her until she gives him a look and he stops. I can’t hear what they’re saying, and I just stare up at Mercer.

When she leaves, he winds his hand in my ponytail and feeds me some of his drink. Then he comes close. “Bad Pollyanna, eyes front and down. I’m thinking her ass wants another beating. That got you hot, didn’t it?”

“Yes…” The word slips free.

It’s humiliating that he wants me to stare at his crotch. I can see he’s hard. Of course, he is. People are having sex. There are naked women all over the place, beautiful, naked women.

And he’s got me.

I don’t want to be here. I?—

He jerks my head up. “Pollyanna, you look miserable. And that just happened. What were you thinking?”

I don’t answer as another master comes and sits next to him, someone I’m guessing he knows.

“Pollyanna?”

A woman cries out in orgasm and Mercer suddenly laughs.

He pulls me up to my feet, leaning forward to murmur in my ear. I shudder from the shiver of desire that skitters down my spine. “If I wanted someone else, I’d be with them. I wantyou.”

Then he lets me sink back down.

He and the man strike up a conversation, and throughout the whole thing, Mercer shares his drink, pats me, strokes me, and then something odd happens. I can’t explain it. One second I’m soaked to the core in humiliation, and the next I’m suddenly falling into a world consumed by him.

Mercer is the only thing that matters. Pleasing him, waiting for his command and touch. Every time his hand grazes me, tugs a little on my hair, gives me a sip of his drink, or he murmurs a word of praise, I’m flyinghigh. It’s orgasmic.

“Pollyanna?”

“Yes, Master?”

“I need you to do something for me,” he says.

My heart lurches. I’m so ready to do whatever he wants, almost too eager to please. “Anything?”

He smiles.

It’s diabolical.

And even that in my little world of Mercer and euphoria is wonderful.

He takes one of my hands and places it on the button of his pants, clenching my fingers around his. “Take out my cock and blow me.Now.”

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Oh,holy fuck, she’s going for it.

Her hands undo my belt.

I’m half tempted to let her. But not here. Not in full view of everyone. I chose a very public place to sit with my pet.

And yeah, I made sure to keep her facing me so her see-through clothes aren’t facing everyone else. She’s not for sharing. Ever, no matter what bullshit I let her believe.

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