He threw his head back and laughed at that one.
“But still,” she said louder, “this isn’t the way to address it.”
“It’s not?” He sat next to her then and waited, staring at her masked face. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Tell me how to address it. Since you admit to knowing you have that problem, I assume, being the good and fair doctor that you are, you also had some kind of therapy for yourself in mind? Mmm…” He winked and nodded at seeing it in her gaze. “You did. Share it.”
“Of course I had a plan.” She looked forward now. “I was going to… slowly… help myself while… helping you.”
“Ohhh, nice one,” he widened his eyes. “So while you forced me to endure your emotional pleasantries—because I was kind of tied up—you were going to be tackling that issue of receiving pleasure by a man. While I was tied up,” he reminded again.
Her mouth had fallen open in something like offense. “You were a danger to yourself! You implied you would finish the job! I did that to protect you!”
“Ahhhh yeah,” he said, all smiles. “And while you’re protecting me, why not conduct your therapy. Two birds with one stone? Or maybe sweet Miss Mercy was protecting herself.”
She tightened her lips and looked at the ceiling before clenching her eyes tight. “Fine!” she blasted. “Okay, I may have been… using that opportunity to help you without hitting my own triggers!” she shot a demonic glare at him and growled, “is that such a goddamn crime, you piece of shit?”
He raised both hands. “Not at all. And I’m simply returning the favor. See, having you tied up while I launch operation Ice Berg Meltdown, I am safe from everything that rattles my cage. No more soft touching, soul connecting, mush gushing hymn singing bullshit.”
She stared aghast for several seconds. “I didn’t… even sing!” was all she could apparently come up with.
“You did,” he assured. “It was all a long sick hymn in my head.”
“So shaving my privates is going to help me how you fucking idiot?”
“Well it helps me see what I’m doing,” he said with as much fire. “I can’t help that I like your pussy baby. Take it as a compliment.”
She stared at the ceiling again. “What are you going to do? After?”
“Would you like me to walk you through it as I go? No surprises?”
She made a disgusted noise. “Walk me through your torture? Are you sick? Of course you are, that was a stupid question. No thank you.”
“It won’t be torture I prom—”
“For me it is!” she growled.
“You want to share?”
“Share what,” she spat.
“Why it’s torture for you?”
“Oh yes. I’d like to share that it’s not your fucking business.”
“Talking may help,” he suggested, really wanting to know what happened to give her this issue. An overly eager boyfriend? Or maybe those scars had something to do with it. Getting your ass beat could make one skittish in the physical department, he guessed. It was a hard thing for him to rightly judge since all his comparisons were the exception to the norm.
“I’ll remember that when you’re back in this spot,” she said.
“Ohhhh,” he smiled. “You really think that’s going to happen?”
“Ohhhh,” she mocked back. “I know it’s going to happen.”
He had to laugh. “I’m going to proceed with therapy now, if we’re done chatting. Ah fuck, what am I thinking. We should probably chat and do therapy at the same time?”
“Suit your fucking self.” She went to mumbling something repeatedly with her eyes closed.
He climbed between her legs now, grinning. “What are you saying, Mercy?”
“None of your business.”
“Are you praying? It’s okay if you are.”
“I’m not praying you… prick!”
“Singing? Humming?”
“Chanting! You’ve got me chanting, are you happy?”
Sade grinned and placed a towel under her ass and wet the soft hair, then added a little coconut oil. “Chanting,” he muttered. “Whatever helps. I’ve done this plenty of times, don’t worry.”
“You have?” she gasped.
“You forget where I work.”
Several choked sounds. “People… get tattoos there?”
“Yep.”
“Fucking freaks,” she whispered before going back to her worried mutterings.
“What are you chanting?” He stroked over her lips, watching her stomach contract with her strained grunts at his touch. “Relax, baby.”
“Relax!” she hissed. “I’m going to kick your fucking teeth out when I’m free.”
He chuckled at that, believing it one hundred percent. God, she was so much fucking fun. He opened her lips and began to carefully shave one side. “Your whimpers are making me fucking hard. So are you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“What you’re chanting.”
“No!”
“Come on. I’ll untie you after I’m done,” he offered with a small smile while shaving. “Is it hurting?”
“No it fucking tickles! Hurry up! No,” she gasped. “Don’t hurry.”
She went back to her chanting and he began shaving the other side, gliding his fingers between her lips, letting it graze that magic button.
“Oh Jesus,” she strained.
“I know,” he said. “That special spot. You’re about to find out what it can do if you don’t already know.” When he finally got all the hair off, he slid his fingers over the opened folds, ensuring they were entirely smooth. And they were. “Wow. Just as I thought. You have a gorgeous pussy baby.” He traced the shape of it with his fingers while those little whimpers made her stomach heave. “Your clit is nice and ready too.” He touched the tip of it.
“That’s enough!” she squealed.
Chapter Fourteen
Sade eyed her heaving tits, nearly flat in this position except for a slight mound. And her nipples. His dick throbbed at how tall they stood. Nothing small about those. Except his favorite one that didn’t stand quite so tall and straight. It never failed to amaze him how ridiculously hard he got looking at it.
“Okay.” He stared at her pussy again and thought about what toy to use first. The idea to continue exploring with his fingers appealed to him. The rare urge was worth indulging at least until it fizzled out.
Kneeling between her legs, he held the base of his cock and touched the tip of his finger on her wet entrance.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, panic in her voice while looking away.
“I’m touching you. With my fingers. More… intimate I was thinking?” She let out several strained gasps as he slid his finger up toward her swollen clit. “Is it hot right here?” He stroked it softly, her squeal making his cock throb. She sank her hips into the bed, trying to evade his touch, only there was nowhere for her to go. He decided to make it even more personal and knelt on the floor next to the bed. “So we can talk during your session,” he explained when she dared a look at him. “Soul mesh?”
She jerked away. “I can’t! It’s too fast,” she whispered.
“Slower? Have you ever touched yourself there?”
“No!” Like it was crazy to even think.
“Would you like to bring your first orgasm or would you like me to?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. It’s called masturbating, baby, come on. Surely you know what that is.”
“I do! I just… don’t do that.”
“Make your choice. Me or you.”
“Oh God,” she whispered, like she were choosing which limb to cut first. “Me.”
“You realize I’m not untying you for that?”
“How would I do it then?” she said annoyed.
“I’d tie the chain on your preferred hand to the foot board.”
She gave a few frustrated grunts.
“Well?”
“You do it,” she barely said.
His dick pulsed with her answer. “Good choice. And just so you know this isn’t easy for me.”
“Oh please.”
“I’m in a lot of pain enduring this for you.”
“Which turns out perfect for you, doesn’t it!”
“Yes, thankfully,” he chuckled. “One time occasion when my sickness rescues me.” Sade stroked her puckered folds again, a slow spreading of her juices everywhere but on her clit. “I’ll let you not look at me for now,” he said, circling the hard bud, leaning until his nose hit her cheek. “Mmmm.” He let his finger tease on her clit, a slow swirl right over the edge. “Feel that? Let it get hot right here.”
Her chest heaved with sporadic straining and moans escaping. He stared at her breasts now. “Your tits are so tight baby.” He let his finger slide lower to her opening. “Can I touch your nipples, Mercy?”
She strained and grunted but didn’t answer.
He went back to stroking her clit, turning up the fire with slow flicks of his finger until her body shuddered and made all those delicious sounds of resistance. “Don’t fight it baby, let the heat come.” He stroked his finger over the nearest nipple—his favored one. She let out a gasp as her body began to betray her more. “I just want to show you how good it can feel, I’m not going to hurt you. Which I’m surprised about since you toyed with my sadism. Did you know I was thinking of fucking you because of that?”
She didn’t answer as Sade rolled her nipple between his fingers.
“I know I said I can’t get my dick hard in a woman’s pussy and I didn’t lie,” he said, delivering rapid flicks on her clit until she gasped. “But I don’t like to fuck them. Not like that. It’s not really nice what I do, and I think I’m actually a nice guy. “He wiggled two fingers rapidly over her clit, making her moans peak before backing off. “But you...” He slid his middle finger to her opening and played just in the entrance. “I actually want to put my cock in you. But… it seems I especially don’t want to hurt you.” He twirled the tip at her opening, slow and teasing. “Can I put my finger in you, angel?”
She let out several gasps and strained moans before that one word finally wrenched out of her. “Yes!”
His own breath shuddered out as he pressed his cock into the bed and slid just inside her slowly, closing his eyes. “I knew you’d be hot and tight. I’m going very fucking slow for you.” His mind made the perfect transference to his dick and it throbbed hard. Her hips slowly moved for it now. “You’re fucking my finger angel, that’s good. I fucking wish so much that you could handle my sadism.” He held the top of her head, gripping a handful of silky hair while lowering his mouth to her breast. “Nobody can handle it,” he muttered as he moved his lips over her hard nipple and slowly penetrated her pussy.
“Mercy,” he whispered at the profound noises she made. He had to ask her at least, just to hear. “Would you take my cock when it’s angry?” His middle finger was all the way in and he placed his thumb on her clit next. She was finally past that inhibition and he didn’t need to move it—she did all the work, pumping against his hand.
“Sade,” she gasped. “Sade yes!”
He allowed the answer to mean yes, she would like it. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of her pretty tit as he could, flicking his tongue quickly over the tip of that nipple while she bucked and thrashed on his hand. Sade growled, moving his finger deep inside her, his sadism a wild fire. She suddenly turned her face toward him and he hurried to those lips, licking them as she screamed her first fucking orgasm. But it was his name that she constantly gasped with every breath and the way she fought to kiss him that did it for him. Did it so fucking strangely and perfectly.
“Fuck, Mercy,” he whispered when it was over and she was back to looking away from him. “You did so very good, so fucking good.”
Her only answer was breathless tiny whimpers. Sade was delirious with that strange desire and all its strange compelling. He hurried to obey the need to lay between her legs, curious as to how far she could take him. He’d crossed over into another sexual dimension and was open to whatever awaited, eager to go with it as long as his body allowed.
He smelled her orgasm and waited to see what it would do to him. The urge to smell more thoroughly brought his nose sliding along her wet lips. Then it wasn’t enough to smell her. “I need to taste you Mercy,” he whispered, astonished. “Can I taste you?” It was an act of pure nobility on his part to ask. Not something he needed to do or wanted, but did for her sake.
She answered with those whimpers, making him impatient. He took his first lick, just a tiny one while waiting. But when her essence hit his tongue, more of that new hunger slammed him to have it all, in that second. “Mercy,” he whispered, dizzy with it. He licked from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, capturing all of her essence onto his tongue.
She let out a shocked moan that struck his sadism. She’d not been licked that way before. His tongue was her first. He began to eat her pussy with a reckless hunger, something he’d never done to a woman before, never wanted to. “Fuck yes!” he gasped, spreading her lips open more with his fingers to get at the inner silk. He dipped inside her and the succulent heat gripped his tongue with her cry. Sade forgot all about pace and buried his tongue deeper, pressing his nose into her wet clit. Jesus Christ she fucking tasted and smelled insanely good.
Sade felt a new addiction quickly setting in as he slid his lips all over hers and sucked them into his mouth. He was astonished. He didn’t even like to kiss, but kissing her pussy was suddenly the kink of fucking kinks. He growled and angled his head, his lips and tongue, even teeth in on the feast. He moved so he could finger her, God he wanted to feel her pussy clamping on him in any way while he sucked her.
“Sade, oh God, yes.”
“Mercy, Mercy,” he moaned on her bucking pussy while working his finger in her again.
She cried out and flicked her hips on his mouth. “Yes, yes,” she gasped. “Please yes.”
He buried his lips in her folds and sucked her clit into his mouth.
“I need you, I need you,” she gasped. “Do it.”
He didn’t let go of her clit as he answered with a deep groan, moving his finger in and out of her faster, then rained fire on her clit with flicks of his tongue.
She cried out long and sweet. “Sade, don’t… don’t stop.”
Oh he wasn’t. He fucking wasn’t.
Her cries peaked again and Sade reached up and pinched her nipple while he sucked harder on her clit.
Her orgasm erupted instantly in waves of loud shrill moans that detonated a heat bomb in his cock until he thought it would burst. He finally crawled his way over her body and straddled her chest. “You’re going to suck my cock.”
He wasn’t shocked to hear her gasp, “Yes!” and lean for it. Giving was easier than receiving for her and her eagerness burned him.
He held her head forward and rubbed the head on her lips, watching her open hungrily for it. “Suck me Mercy,” he whispered. “You’ve been wanting this baby?”
“Yes, yes!” She licked him all over making his groan explode out.
“Your mouth looks so good on my cock baby, I knew it fucking would. I don’t let women suck me Mercy. I need to go deep. I need your teeth all over it, I need it against your throat.”
She opened for it, leaning for more. Sade braced his hands on the wall before him and began moving slowly in and out of her mouth, hissing with the painful scrape of her teeth. She looked up the line of his body and watched him. Sade was sucked into her gaze as he began moving faster. When he felt his orgasm, he didn’t stop it like he normally would when his sadism was engaged. He didn’t want to traumatize her right off. But the fantasy of having her for his sadistic fuck was quickly reaching the top of his needs list. “I’m coming baby, take it, take it all.”
Her nose fluttered as he bucked his hips but the heat and desire for him in her e
yes brought his raging orgasm. He felt her fucking swallowing him as he pumped long and slow now, his harsh groans mingling with her delicate ones all over his cock.
He carefully removed himself and collapsed onto the bed, eyes closed for the longest time, gasping in the aftermath of what had just happened, what had never happened before. He finally looked at her and at seeing an odd look in her eyes—longing he’d like to think, he turned on his side and propped his head on his hand, staring down at her. “Are you mad at me?”
She turned her head away.
Fuck. The urge to make it up to her brought his lips to her ear. “Please don’t be mad at me, Mercy.”
“Untie me then.”
He moaned. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because one session isn’t enough. You’ll need quite a few.”
She jerked her gaze to him. “Well I need to pee!”
He leaned in and stole a quick kiss before she could head butt him for it. She was pissed enough to. Maybe.
“What else is there?”
He didn’t miss the tiny bit of curiosity in her tone, even though he was sure she didn’t know it was there. “Ohhh Mercy,” he whispered. “So much more I think. I need to do things to you. In different positions. Until you’re well versed in sexual play.”
“I’m not supposed to sexually play with a man I’m not in love with. See that’s what you need to learn.”
In love? Wow, of all her delusions, that had to be the most fucking precious. He couldn’t resist a smile either at how she always made it about emotions. “I need to learn that?”
“Yes, you do,” she muttered.
“Are you going to teach me that too, Mercy?” He leaned and rubbed his lips along her cheek.
“You’d have to want to learn, for one.”
“I do, I do want to learn,” he said in all honesty. But he was sure it wasn’t even possible to teach if it did actually exist. “Can you teach that? Wouldn’t you need to know love too?”
She turned halfway to him. “Um. I do know that,” she said with light sarcasm.
“You do?” He found even her anger adorable. “You’re such a bad liar.” He thought about that. “I like seeing you do bad things. Would you consider letting me use you in my sadistic fucking?”