Sade didn’t allow himself to be entirely derailed. He struggled to work both powers warring in his body for her. He put his hand on his cock, helping himself as she bounced to the left, then right, and popped up, pulling her panties out of her ass. He rocked his hips and groaned while his heart raced with anticipation of what she was about to do for him.
She put on the record and hurried to the center of the room and assumed her position, a ball on the floor with her head tucked. “I’m very rusty,” she warned, her voice muffled. “So don’t judge.”
“Promise you’ll show me the same mercy when it’s my turn,” he muttered, reminding her of their deal so she didn’t back out still.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he barely heard her whisper.
He couldn’t either, what a treasure. The piano music finally started and her legs and lower body slowly ascended into the air until she was doing a hand-stand, her legs in a perfect split. Fucking. Wow. The strength alone it took to do that was phenomenal, but add her flawless balance and he was blown away.
She was finally on her feet when the “Only love” part of the song began. Sade was quickly enraptured with her performance. It was like… her body became a moving picture of the power, need, longing and passion in that song. Her moves slowly increased in speed and vigor, limbs lashing with a perfect fervor. But when the lyrics turned explosive, Sade was at the edge of his seat as every phenomenal jumping split in the air hit exactly on that dramatic “love!” note.
She landed on one of the jumps and fell with a shriek. Sade flew to her and knelt down where she held her ankle. “Shit shit!” she gasped. “I twisted my damn ankle.”
“The carpet baby,” he said, breathless, looking at her foot as she hissed in pain while gasping for her wind.
“It hurts it hurts,” she said. “I think it’s worse than it looks.”
Sade couldn’t help but chuckle at those adorable words. “Aww, it’s bad baby?”
“It is! And don’t do like my father and act like it’s nothing. I hated how he did that.”
He angled a grin at her and stroked her ankle softly. “I think it’s swelling.”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “No doubt!”
He lifted her leg and kissed very softly all over the area, eyeing her heaving chest and sweaty face as he did. He just wanted to lick her all over now.
She bit her lip and smiled. “My dad never did that.”
He scooped her up and moved her to the couch.
“What about me?” she asked, worried. “What about your dance?”
“I don’t know, I guess I could give you half a show.”
“That was almost all of it though!”
He leaned in and kissed her softly. “You want to know something?”
“Not about my dancing, no.”
He pulled away enough to look her in the eye then sighed and stood. “Guess I won’t tell you then.”
“I don’t want to know if it’s not good,” she said.
He gasped a laugh, holding a hand on his chest. “Let me just say… why the fuck aren’t you dancing professionally?”
She gasped. “You lie!”
“Do I look like the bullshitting type?”
“Really?”
“Mercy, I have never seen anything more amazing. And that’s not because you have the finest fucking ass in the fucking world either.”
“I do?” she giggled, seeming just as happy over that.
He shook his head at her. “I’m officially disgusted that you don’t know this.”
She put her hands over her mouth, looking up with her happy sparkly green eyes. “Thank you,” she squealed. She flicked her fingers at him with wide eyes. “Your turn. Mr. Dirty Dancing.”
Chapter Twenty Five
He sighed and nodded. “I think we should take this upstairs, though. This could end… in a way that requires privacy.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, turning into a sweet virgin of sexy innocence. Then she held up her arms. “You’ll have to carry me.”
Sade scooped her up and she said, “Bo! His door, you better undo it.”
He made his way over and fought to undo it while holding her, using the doorjamb to support her.
He finally managed and carried her upstairs, his body humming with that chaotic desire. She opened the master bedroom door for him and he carried her to the large poster bed with the white sheer curtains and laid her in it. He kissed her when she refused to let go of his neck then he finally unlocked her hands.
“What about music,” she whispered, biting her lip.
“I brought my phone. I have one saved on it.”
“Ohhh, nice. Is this your favorite song?”
“It’s one of them, definitely.”
She sat up with her legs crossed Indian style and wiggled with an excited grin. “What’s it called?” she asked.
“It’s called Sail.” He smiled while finding the song then handed her the phone. “Just press play when I’m ready.”
She bit her lip, eying him. “Got it. Sail. Finger on the trigger.”
Sade stood next to the bed, shaking his head.
“What?”
“Just can’t believe I’m about to do this.”
She giggled. “Me either, oh my God, I’m so… hot.”
He eyed her and nodded. “That helps.”
“It does?” She sat forward and removed her t-shirt and threw it at him then placed her arms behind her on the bed.
Sade returned her naughty smile and eyed her tits. “You didn’t need to do that but… I’m very grateful that you did.”
She eyed his groin with raised brows. “I see that.”
“Yes, you do, don’t you? Press play.”
She hit the button with an eager sparkle in her eyes and Sade closed his eyes, listening to the music, letting it take him to that place where nothing mattered. At the opening of the song, Sade spun around and vibrated his ass to the dub-step drop then gyrated his hips in long and short thrusts, matching the pulsing rhythm. He slid his hands up his abs, taking his shirt with him, rocking and twisting his pelvis as he did. He spun and faced her when he removed his shirt, grabbing his cock with both hands, pumping slow then fast, hard then smooth. She squealed, sitting at the edge of the bed now as he worked his jeans down. He dropped to the floor putting them at his ankle then shot back up, his hands back on his cock, dancing his way out of the denim. Desire shot through him at finding Mercy lusting in open abandon, her nipples hard and her back arched, making them stand out. He twirled his hips, making his way toward her. When he reached the bed, he didn’t stop, forcing her to lay back as he climbed on. He continued his dance on his knees until he straddled her chest, moving his hips to the music in a fucking motion right above her face.
Mercy got on her elbows and licked at his cock, her fingers stroking over his balls. Sade locked his hands behind his head and hissed, wanting to make her. He closed his eyes when the feelings inside fought to derail each other, focusing on the feel of her mouth and tongue, the rake of her nails on his balls.
Then the song ended and all that remained was the sound of her sweet voice as she sucked him. Sade was willing to pray that his cock remained hard for her and it seemed the second he even thought it, his body began turning on him. If Sade wanted it, hurry and run the other fucking way.
“Okay, okay,” she sat up between his legs as Sade knelt there with his eyes closed, hating himself. “It’s okay.” She worked her way to kneeling and hugged his waist. “Look at me,” she said before him.
He opened his eyes and stared at her, noting the challenge brewing in her gaze.
“Remember when you asked me to… be a fuck in your sexathon?”
He merely raised his brow and shook his head a little.
“I want to,” she said. “I want to be a fuck in your sex thing.”
He sat and shook his head. “No fucking way.”
“Why?” she asked, sitting next to him.
“Because I can’t do that with you.”
“What can’t you do?”
“I can’t have that kind of sex with you.”
“What kind is it?”
“It’s rough and mean and long and satanic, that’s what kind.”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“I use five women for that Mercy. Because one can’t handle it, do you really think I’ll fucking use you for that?’
“I can take it,” she cried.
“You can’t fucking take it! I won’t do that to you.”
“I want you to!” she demanded.
“I don’t care what you want. It’s not happening.”
“What if you tie me up?”
“Oh yeah, and fuck you to death? I don’t think so.” He was pacing before the bed now, just talking about it had his sadism riled.
“You’re hard just talking about it.”
“I don’t care,” he pointed at her. “Not happening.”
“Why not! How about I fight you?”
“What?” he squinted at her.
“What if I fight you while I fuck you, huh? If you get too crazy I’ll just kick your ass?”
Sade’s cock got impossibly hard at that fucking idea. To fuck and fight? At the same time? Could there be anything more arousing to his sadism? No, he was sure not.
“Ohhhh,” she gasped. “You want that.”
He held his head and grit his teeth at her. “Yes, I want that. But I will never do it.”
“Why not! Come on!” She stormed up to him and slapped his face and he jerked his gaze to her. “Fuck me, fight me, come on!” she yelled, pushing him then punching him.
“Mercy, stop,” he yelled.
“I won’t stop! I won’t stop!” she pushed him again, getting more aggressive.
“I won’t fucking be able to stop once I start,” he gasped, his hunger slowly taking him for what she begged.
“Then don’t stop! Don’t stop,” she shoved him again. “Do it Sade.” She suddenly let him have it, peppering his front with her Wing-Chun. Sade grabbed her by the shoulders and shook, then shoved her away.
He paced and gasped, clenching his eyes. “Stop it Mercy, fucking stop. Don’t make me.”
But she was hell bent and determined. Fuck. “I’m making you,” she yelled, layering his side with rapid kicks.
Sade caught her foot and flipped her, but she landed on her feet, calling him with her hands to bring it.
Sade heaved, staring at her, wiping his mouth. He eyed the blood on his hand. That was it. He felt it. She’d pushed him to that fucking point. He tossed his head left and right, his mouth open with the raw lust roaring through him.
“You want it?” he muttered, walking slowly around her.
“I want it,” she whispered. “And I will have it.”
He nodded, stroking his cock now. “Bend over the fucking bed.”
She shook her head. “You’ll have to fight for that one.”
That idea made him grin with pure joy. Sade launched for her and she dodged, landing two fucking kicks to his stomach and chest. He slowly straightened, swinging his arms, loosening them. He made another move for her legs and managed to get her on the floor where he wanted her. Grappling ensued and Mercy landed a few face punches before he pinned her arms. Her legs wrapped his waist now and she gasped, winded, staring at him with open mouth.
“What’s the matter? Short a hand?”
Sade leaned in and kissed her, his sadism ruthless as he sucked and bit at her lips. She returned it back the same, driving him crazy. He’d never felt the hunger to taste during sadism like he did in that moment. He grabbed hold of her jaw and turned her face to suck and lick a slow hot path to her ear. Her gasps and moans drove him and he growled low, sucking the lobe and shell. Sade’s breath shuddered with a rumble as he opened his mouth wide and slid it slowly and firmly down her neck and back up, scraping with his teeth as he went. He clenched his fingers in her hair and tilted her head back, tasting and sucking the tight silk his licks and bites getting harder. He growled his way to her jaw, his tongue and lips on her cheek again, then temple. He gripped her head tight in both hands, tasting along her forehead, driving her moans higher until she begged.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Please fuck me.”
Her harsh demand made him rock hard. “I’m not fucking done tasting.” He slid his hands along her arms, continuing his feast on her chest, making his way to her breasts. He gripped the small mounds and squeezed hard enough that she cried out. He opened his mouth and sucked with a hungry groan as much of her tit as he could, extra hungry when it came to his favored one. He growled and hissed as he bit at her nipple before continuing his tasting along her stomach, his sadism eager to taste her pussy in the worst fucking way. He dug his fingers hard into her waist as he sucked with a vicious need, licking that silky skin and biting her hard muscle.
Mercy raked his scalp with her nails and squirmed beneath him as he made his way between her legs. He held them open wide and pressed them hard to the floor, kissing her pussy with a starving intensity. He meshed his lips against hers, turning his head to get at all of it, licking and lashing at every part. Drunk on his sadism, he lifted his head and gasped, hissing with his eyes closed as he slid his finger inside of her, very slowly. He worked his way to kneeling, staring in a daze at her body writhing on the floor. He placed his hand on her chest, watching her while he moved his finger in her. She pulled her legs back and raised her arms above her head, arching her back and rocking her hips.
He fucked her with his finger, fast then slow. Her mouth remained opened and her brows drawn hard as he rammed his hard then pulled out very slowly. He did this until she held his wrist and bucked, dancing with his pace.
Sade grabbed her hips and lifted her off the floor. He opened his knees and placed her pussy on the head of his cock. He locked his gaze to hers, knowing his sadism wouldn’t let go now. Knowing he could soul mesh all he wanted and it wouldn’t matter. He worked his cock into her, bearing his teeth at how fucking tight she was. He looked down when he was halfway in and gasped, twirling his hips then rolling them slowly while looking at her. He was going deep and he wanted it to be a surprise. He yanked her onto his cock and groaned hard at the shriek she gave him, at the hot vice she clamped him in.
Her cries were edged with whimpers and she latched her legs around him. He closed his eyes tight and stroked her tight ass and hips, still twirling his own. He raked his fingers up her spine then slowly back down before latching onto her thighs again. He grit his teeth, fighting to go slow as he moved her on and off of him. But her fucking gasps and cries… his sadism loved it too much. His nails dug as he moved her faster. His mind kept hearing the song he’d danced to and he rotated his strokes from smooth and deep, to fast and shallow, then deep, hard, and very fucking fast.
Sade fucked her that way until they were both sweating. He lowered her ass and fell forward, grabbing her arms and holding them next to her head as he kissed her mouth like he’d kissed her pussy. He fucked her at the same erratic pace, licking and sucking at her face and neck. He raised up enough to watch her for a while, needing to just see her as he fucked her. Her strength challenged his sadism, calling for more. He’d not really begun. In the back of his mind he watched her. Watched her keeping pace with him. He dared not entertain the idea that she’d make it through unscathed by his sadism.
As time went, Sade slowly became drunk. And then he felt it closing in, that second wind, that point where his sadism wanted complete control, complete freedom. Sade raised up on his haunches and pulled her with him. Still kneeling, he held her hips and showed her what he wanted now. She held onto his neck and wrapped her legs around him, her strength shooting desire through him. He moved her up and down on his cock, letting his head drop back with his eyes closed, breathing through what was slowly taking him. His fingers slowly tightened on her hips and he began moving her faster. He looked down, watching his cock sink in and out, his hips
flicking now. His drunk gaze slowly moved up her sweaty body, ending on the column of her neck, fully exposed with the backward tilt of her head as she moaned louder and louder.
Fire licked hot and eager in his groin as he grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto his cock harder, faster. She was finally there, screaming with it. That’s where he had to have her. Screaming. He pulled out of her and turned her over, sliding in from behind with a hiss at how fucking amazing she looked that way. He resumed bucking his hips, his pace relentless, deep, and fast. He pressed her upper body down with both hands, holding her to the floor as he hammered into her, his growls feral and steady. It was the only voice his sadism knew.
She screamed again when his pace and intensity became overwhelming. When his sadism got restless again, he pulled out and laid her on her stomach. She opened for him and raised her ass and he slid inside her. “Fucking yes. “He worked his arm under her chest and held her shoulder while grabbing a handful of her hair. He kept his mouth at her ear as he fucked her slow for the first few minutes. He held her head back and kissed at her face while he ground his cock into her, his body pressed hard into hers.
She began crying out his name, the sound desperate and weak. His hunger spiked and Sade licked along her face, sucking hard, biting even harder.
Her cries were peaked again, delirious sounding. Yes. That. He had to have that, had to have her overcome.
He pulled out again and turned her on her back. Wanting to feel all of her, he meshed their wet bodies and slid his cock into her again, devouring her sharp cry, his hunger somehow more ravenous. He held her neck, his fingers sliding over her wet skin and tight muscle, feeling her cries and moans. Sade fucked her deep and slow, his pelvis never leaving hers for a tight, hard penetration that he worked with his hips.
Mercy showed more signs of wearing down. It soon became less about pleasure and more about enduring. And now his sadism wanted rougher, more.