“I’m sure it can’t be that complicated,” she called back.
He let his head fall back, his cock ready to burst. She returned with folded clothes a few minutes later. “Tabitha has training in that,” he went on, liking the conversation.
“Oh well, you’ll have to make do.”
“Just call her.”
“No,” she said, slamming a drawer shut.
“Why not?” He fucking wanted to hear her say it.
“Just don’t need her.”
“Is that a fact,” he muttered.
“Yes sirreee. You need anything before I go? I’m going to the grocery store for a few items. Making lasagna.”
He was sure her hand job wouldn’t cut it but the raging heat in his cock begged to differ.
“So tonight.”
She nodded slowly, keeping her gaze somewhere above his head. “Yep.”
“Good,” he nearly growled. He was still very hungry to make her pay. His escape plan and his intentions after he did, remained. Make Mercy beg.
While she was gone, he lay there thinking and the first day of incarceration in his own room coming to mind. He’d asked her, “What if I need the real bathroom? You know, to take a shit? I’m not doing it in a jar.”
Oh she had that figured out. A long chain to the bathroom. Several times he’d been tempted to wrap it around her neck and make her undo him. But he was pretty sure she wouldn’t and he’d end up having to hurt her. He didn’t want to hurt her, not like that. He had other pains in mind, the kind that involved humiliation. Torment. Agony. The sexual kind. His fantasies fueled his patience until they had him so hot, he was ready to burn his chains off.
He remembered her chatting thing she did. “I was thinking we could talk after my chores. You know. Chit-chat.”
“About what,” he’d said.
She’d given a narrowed gaze with a smile. “Stuff. Just regular stuff. Life. Work. Whatever.”
“Sex?” he’d said, to the reddening of her cheeks. Amazing that she didn’t see how absurd it was of her to try and teach him “normal sexuality” while she was fucking frigid. Just confirmed that he needed to teach her. He may not know normal sexuality but what he did know, he knew very well.
And during all this therapy, she wore her “normal” clothes. Jeans. And her fucking ass was small and tight, like her tits. He growled and laid his head back, rolling his hips. The covers stroked the sensitive head and he was ready to try and use the friction to orgasm.
No. He’d wait. Wait for her fucking hands on him. The dense heat that filled his groin ranked up there with his bi-yearly sadomasochistic flings he treated himself to.
Maybe an hour later, she came back in with a bottle of water and straw. “Thirsty?”
“No.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Nothing you can give.”
“How will you know if you don’t ask?”
“Okay,” he said, angling his head at her. “I’d like for you to suck my dick just to see if I’d get off to that seeing as I don’t normally. And I’ve been wondering what your ass would look like while sitting on my cock. You have a nice tight ass.”
“Sade!” she gasped, “stop. Oh my God, you know I didn’t mean that.”
He eyed the pretty pink in her cheeks. “I know you did mean that and you’re pretending like you didn’t. You know where my mind is and you begged me to tell you so I’m concluding you definitely want to hear it. And you definitely want it.”
She sat on the bed and Sade couldn’t help but be impressed that she managed nonchalance. “I’d like to try some new things with you.”
Lord, here they go with the saint Theresa exercises. He could hardly wait.
“I’m going to sit on your stomach for this.”
His air left him in shock at that announcement. He waited in silence for the rest of the details. “Oh you’re doing this now?” he realized, as she climbed on him.
“It won’t take but a moment. Tell me if I hurt you.”
“Hurt me. How funny, angel.”
He pulled instinctively on the restraints when she placed her hands on his chest, wanting to help with that. His sadism boiled and he gave a hungry grunt at feeling her on him. She was so light. She’d be easy to maneuver in whatever way he wanted. He stared at her waist, sure his hands would encompass the entire thing.
“Okay,” she said. “This is a game called look into my soul.”
He slowly raised his gaze up to hers.
“I’m serious,” she whined lightly. “Can you try to be for real? Please?”
“Well since you asked so nicely, and kindness is my weakness,” he said dryly.
She sat back a little. “I’m not going to make you do this. You have to agree.”
He scanned her body and angled his head, loving how she looked right there. “Do it.” He raised his gaze to hers. “Look into my soul. But you may not like what you see.”
She gave him a smile that made his heart pound. She was full of strange little tricks and powers like that. He couldn’t deny the anticipation either, to see just how much power she had over him, with him.
“Okay, I’m going to hold your face.” She placed both hands softly on either side of his face and he struggled not to turn into the touch for a better feel. Then she leaned in.
At six inches away, he smiled. “I could head butt you.”
Her eyes widened. “Please, don’t do that. It would ruin the entire experiment.”
He stared into her eyes. “I’m sure it would.”
“Me too,” she whispered, no longer smiling while staring back into his gaze.
“What are you seeing, Mercy?”
“I’m seeing…” she began softly with the slightest hint of a smile, “a beautiful man.”
Sade bit his tongue, not allowing himself to interrupt her cute little show.
“He’s very kind. And gentle. And good.”
Sade jerked his head right and laughed.
“What! I’m seeing this, I’m not lying.”
He laughed more at the ridiculous lie and she groaned in frustration. He finally turned back to her, worried she’d stop. “Okay, hurry and finish.”
“Tell me what you see now,” she whispered, holding his face again.
“That’s easy,” he muttered, going sober as he locked his gaze onto hers for several seconds. “I see a little girl that is playing a naughty game with a very bad man because secretly she wants him to make her scream in…” he angled his head. “Pleasure.”
She poked her lower lip in a pout. “I thought sure you’d say angel.”
“An angel that ties men up in their own homes, right. Or an angel that comes at night and rubs my cock.” He enjoyed the reddening of her cheeks, it was like clockwork. “Points for not breaking eye contact.”
Yes!” she exclaimed quietly, taking the praise. “That was hard.”
“Not as hard as my fucking cock right now. Could you slide a little lower?”
She closed her eyes this time.
“Ohhhh,” he said, “you dropped the ball and shattered my soul. Thanks.”
She busted out in snickers and laid her head on his chest then popped back up. “Sorry, you’re right. I seem to suck at this when talking about certain things.”
“Sex. When talking about sex. Say it. Look into my eyes and say it.”
She met his challenge. “I… have trouble talking about sex when… looking into your eyes.”
“Goooood job,” he said, impressed. “Wonder if you could do that while I’m fingering your tight, wet pussy?”
That earned her moan of disgust and dismount.
“Done already? What’s for dinner?”
She stood next to the bed and gave a light sigh. “Meatloaf and mashed potatoes with green beans and bacon.”
He returned his gaze to hers at hearing she wasn’t holding it against him. “Is that what I smell?”
An offended gasp escaped her pretty lips. “Why are you l
ooking disgusted? I You Tubed it!”
“Look into my eyes Mercy.”
She cocked her hip and glared at him.
“You Tube is for wanna-be’s.”
She gave a tight little smile. “Then I qualify.”
He stared at her mouth. “You have a fucking pretty mouth, you know that?” He raised his gaze up to hers, seeing what that did.
“So do you,” she said, holding her ground then raising her brows.
He gave her a half smile. “You have pretty tits too.” She shut her eyes and growled with a stomp of her foot and he hissed in pain. “Shattered my soul again.”
“You already gave your opinion of them.” Hurt accusation came with her pointed stare. “No lying when soul connecting.”
“Soul connecting. Right.” He bit back a smile, finding that so damn stupid and adorable. “And I’m not lying.”
She raised her brows. “How am I supposed to know?”
“I lied then,” he muttered, staring hard into her eyes. “But not now. You have… very… pretty tits. And I don’t usually even like looking at them. But yours… I find myself wanting to do so many things with them.”
Again she closed her eyes and whined. “Dammit,” she hissed. “Lying or not, I can’t do it.”
“Why so down?”
“Because I’m supposed to be able to do the things I’m teaching you. I suck worse than you!”
“Hey, don’t include me in your misguided diagnoses. I never thought I was bad, you did.”
She walked back and sat on the bed, facing him. “So, I have a proposition for you.”
“My cock is listening.”
She rolled her eyes, cheeks turning pink before she plowed on. “We can read to each other. That helps build emotional intimacy I’ve heard.”
“You Tube?”
“No, my psych books.”
“Great.” He regarded her then, deliberately not touching the part of her willing to build this emotional intimacy with him. “You studying to be a shrink or what?”
“No,” she waved a dismissive hand. “Just part of my studies in the medical field. And I think you need to do the things that most people do growing up that help them connect to the feelings that are… mostly absent in…”
“Go on. Name it.”
“People with…”
“Sadomasochistic personalities?” he helped. “See, you’re the only one with a problem with embracing it. I know what I am. I accept that.”
“I just don’t want to offend you,” she countered in innocence. “I accept who you are too and I’m not a stranger to the symptoms you have.”
“Oh?” How very intriguing. “Do tell. Show and tell even. I hear that’s a good form of expression as well. Showing me what you mean?”
“I know what you’re doing,” she wagged a finger at him. “Not stupid here.”
“Mmmm, and that is a fucking turn on to me.”
She raised her brows. “Good!”
“Is it? You like me being turned on by you?”
“I like you being turned on by intelligence,” she corrected.
“So you’re okay if I’m turned on with any woman’s intelligence.”
“Yes.”
“Because Tabitha is pretty smart.”
“Oh please!” she snapped.
“She is. And she’s very good at making my cock come. Do you know how hard that is to do?”
“She’s good at getting kicked in the chest.”
Sade had to laugh at that one. “Damn, you are so…” He shook his head trying to decide. “Alluring. Without even trying. Look into my eyes and tell me I can like any intelligent woman,” he challenged.
She aimed her gaze right at him but then her cocky expression slowly dissolved until she looked at her lap. “Fine, not just any woman.”
Sade’s heart beat odd in his chest. “Just women like you?”
More hesitancy. She looked completely away from him now and muttered, “Okay fine. One woman at a time.” She glanced back at him. So brave. “You are free to like who you want of course but one at a time if you don’t mind.”
“I’ll try my best, teacher. To like just you. For now.”
She faced him again, back to eager and moving on. “So what kind of book would you like me to read to you?”
He’d never had so much fun while tied up and not fucking. “You have any Playboy mags?” At her eye roll, he laughed. “Okay fine. How about erotic horror.” The sick look she gave was priceless. “You asked. And it will probably do you some good.”
“Me?”
“You need to work on your sexual edge. Sex is a main component in your field of work, doc. You need to be comfy with talking about all aspects of it. Don’t you think?”
“You’re right.” She gave slow firm nods then popped her gaze to him. “Full of self-serving-shit, but you do have a valid point.”
He couldn’t resist laughing at that. “Busted.”
“So, I’ll… find some yummy fun, erotic horror reads to go with your dinner.”
“I want to shower,” he reminded her.
“Bo is coming to help with that. You’re not going to be mean to him again.”
He shrugged. “Can’t make any promises.” But in all honesty, despite all the odd fun she was, he was not one to be forced to do anything non-sexual. And he was officially out of patience. And except for her little surprise gift, he was ready to change the game.
Chapter Twelve
Mercy was trying to get why she’d be ecstatic. She had too many things to be nervous about to be that. Like her sexual charity work looming in the next few hours. Yes she was nervous about that but not for the reasons she’d imagined. She was worried she wasn’t going to be able to help him. She wanted to Google it but didn’t want to set off the wrong triggers. She felt like she was walking a tight rope where that was concerned and needed to take baby steps and not look down or to the left or right.
She’d fed him dinner which was… an erotic experience all by itself. He never said a word, nor did she. He did that gaze locking with her without being asked, and she’d silently participated. It was a kinky communication of food. And the act of her feeding him and nourishing him she was sure had a good effect. She liked it. And she thought that somewhere behind that hard gray stare he kept trained on her there was something similar to… pleasure of some kind.
Now, she waited for Bo while she saved food and cleaned up. He reluctantly agreed to help him to the bathroom again. She’d used some of her handy-man skills her father had blessed her with and installed an eye bolt next to the toilet. She attached a thick chain to it that led to the bed attachment. Thankfully his bed seemed to be carved out of a massive hard oak. Even if he could dismantle it, he wouldn’t get through the door and even if he did that, he wouldn’t get very far.
The doorbell finally rang and she hurried to it. Bo stood in the hallway, looking like a centerfold for a clothing magazine. He had those classic perfect features with pretty body to match. Not all muscle like Sade, but more sleek. He dressed the part too albeit she guessed accidentally. Something about him said he didn’t mean to look so good. But right now, he looked like she’d called him in for an exorcism that would end in his death.
“Thank you so much for coming,” she whispered, shutting the door behind him and locking it back. “How’s it going? Any questions asked?”
He looked around as though making sure it was safe before regarding her with a head shake and a, “Nah. Only his close friends and this isn’t the first time, you know what I mean?”
She nodded, gathering as much from his initial expressions when arriving that horrible night. “I already let him know you’re coming.”
“What he say?” His terror was palpable.
“He’s fine with it.”
“Until he’s killing me,” he muttered. “Sade don’t usually tell what he’s really feeling,” he barely whispered. “You only know it when you’re dying.”
She put her ha
nds in her back pocket and attempted a reassuring smile. “He’s chained,” she reminded him.
Bo’s eyes popped. “Death by asphyxiation. My favorite.”
“He’s fine. For now at least,” she said, leading the way then holding up a hand for him to hang back in the hall. “Bo’s here,” she said to Sade.
“Nice,” he muttered.
Mercy went to the bathroom and dragged the large chain she’d put in there, back to the bedroom. She unscrewed the mechanism that would allow her to attach it to the bed, ignoring his stare. “Remember why I had to do this,” she muttered.
“Oh, I do.”
She sighed and shook her head, avoiding his gaze. “It’s more for me, really. I’m nervous.”
“Nervous of what?” he sounded disgusted.
“Of you hurting yourself again.”
He cocked his jaw slowly, his eyes boring. “Right,” he said, his tone indicating it was anything but.
“Stop doing this right now.”
“Me. You’re the one rattling on.”
She eyed him and switched his restraints then released him from the bed.
“Hey Bo!” he yelled.
“Yeah man,” Bo hurried to the door.
“What the fuck you doing here?”
“Sade,” Mercy scolded in a hiss. “Don’t torment him, he’s already feeling bad enough.”
“I’m going to kick your ass for helping her imprison me, I hope you know.”
Bo nodded with a serious face, his hands in his front pockets. “Yep.”
Sade laughed. “But you still gonna do it my brother?” Sade stood now, his towering frame along with the clink of chain and deep voice officially scary now. Bo backed out of the room and into the hallway and Mercy put her hand in Sade’s. He snapped his gaze down to her and she met it unflinchingly while holding her breath.
“Just to make sure you don’t fall,” she said.
“Because you would break my fall, right?”
“I’d try, yes.”
He held her gaze for several moments, seeming pissed. “Bo,” he called. “You ever met a woman like this one?”
Bo poked his head in the doorway. “Nah man. Not sure who I’m scared of more, her or you.”
This tickled Sade’s funny bone and he just laughed and laughed. “She’s a stick of dynamite?”