Chapter Fourteen
Tamsyn
She’d lost her voice again.
It seemed so unfair to find herself in hell again after escaping it the first time. This was worse—she was awake and aware of whatever torture Merrick was planning, and it didn’t matter that it was Merrick looming over her or that his intentions weren’t malicious.
The leather straps didn’t put any pressure on her skin at all—he hadn’t lied when he said they were loose—but they still felt like steel traps biting into her flesh. The one resting beneath her breasts was akin to a girder compressing her chest.
The only thing stopping her from losing her mind completely was the physical connection formed between his hands and her body. There was confidence in his touch and, more than that, compassion. When he stroked her arm or teased her nipple with his tongue, she forced herself to remember how he always tried to avoid hurting her unnecessarily.
Was this necessary?
She knew he made a good point about needing medical care in the future. Accidents happened, didn’t they? Emergencies cropped up where time was of the essence and precious minutes spent fighting her panic could be put to much more effective use.
Yes, it was necessary, but by God, she wished it was over.
Stifling a whimper when a buckle jingled, she dragged a breath through her constricted throat. Cool leather slithered over her hips, warming to the heat of her skin, and pinned her to the demonic contraption beneath her.
Merrick’s voice rumbled softly while he worked, strapping her down at the thighs and ankles. She couldn’t hear the words through the brutal beating of her heart, but she was accustomed to reading his face, his eyes, and all she saw was concentration and—when he studied her intensely—the love of a man whose world revolved around her.
Wasn’t that just wonderful?
“Tamsyn? Tamsyn, focus.”
Huh? Blinking, she stopped watching the shape of his mouth as it formed words and flicked her gaze up to his. Some of the tightness in her throat eased when he smiled at her.
“You are amazing, little owl. Doing so well.” Rubbing his hand along her upper thigh, he kept the smile in place even though his eyes dimmed slightly. “The chair’s gonna move, darlin’.”
Move? Where?
A soft, low whirr hummed beneath her, then her legs were slowly, inexorably spread as the lower half of the table split into two. It was the strangest sensation, feeling herself being exposed without actively commanding her own body.
When her thighs were parted wide enough to make her squirm on the verge of discomfort, the whirring changed pitch, and her knees were raised, bent.
Everything was on display—her sex, her butt, everything .
Nervously, she risked a peek at Fordham, but the dark-haired Dom was unobtrusively tapping away on his cell phone, not even looking in her direction.
Merrick stepped into the space between her legs, blocking her view. “Ford’s an excellent monitor, little owl. Might seem like he’s not paying attention, but he’s attuned to everything I’m doing. Some subs have an exhibitionist streak and like being watched; you’re straddling the line.”
Tamsyn’s head jerked up. Um, no, she was firmly on the not being watched side of the line. Before she could fire that at him, his eyes took a leisurely journey from her face to the open vee of her legs, and the heat in them incinerated any words she might have been able to force through her tight throat.
“Never did I imagine I’d be so lucky as to have a sub so beautiful.” Big, callused hands clamped over her breasts, rough fingertips rolling her nipples. Tugging, pinching, until they felt as though they belonged to him more than her. “A beautiful sub who tries her best for me even when she’s afraid.” Fingertips trailing down to her ribcage, he traced the strap pinning her chest down, then tightened it by a hole. “A sub who is gorgeous, inside and out, and made just for me.”
Her stomach muscles tensed when he stroked over them, her breath hitching as he proceeded to tighten the hip strap. Shame flooded her cheeks with heat as his hand cupped her mound, a single finger delving between her lower lips.
His tsk-tsk of disappointment gutted her.
“Nothing’s going in this pretty cunt when it’s so dry, little owl. Gonna remedy that in just a minute.” He reached over to the table and picked up a thin strip of rubber; her guttural sound of distress made his head cock. “Yeah, you know what this is, right?”
A stream of babbling nonsense lodged in her throat as he gently wrapped the strip around her bicep, pulling it tight and knotting it. It was a mystery as to what would come first—a barrage of pleading or a vicious purging of everything she’d eaten in the last week.
She felt her head go light when he firmly plumped the vein in her elbow.
This was a horror movie, and she had the lead role as the victim.
When he reached for the tray again, she tried desperately to twist her arm out of the leather straps. Panic made her fight both straps at once, costing her precious seconds, and in the end, she simply cowered as Merrick pressed the tip of a loaded syringe to the crook of her elbow.
She screamed.
Screamed and screamed, waiting for the cold rush of the drugs to flood her veins and suck her under into the cold, black abyss where her body and mind were so disconnected, she had no recollection of thought or memory.
Warm hands clasped her cheeks. “Tamsyn, it’s okay. Shush now, little darlin’.”
Throat burning, her lungs heaving so hard she thought her ribcage would shatter, she stared into patient green eyes through a sheen of tears. Her heart beat so fast, her veins threatened to burst.
“Stand down, Ford. I’ve got her.” Merrick’s gaze burned a hole through the thick fog of her panic. “I’ve got you, darlin’. It’s horrible, I know, but we’ll get through it. An inch at a time.”
Her breath shuddered out on a whimper.
He leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “Good girls deserve a reward, Tamsyn.” Tiny kisses dotted her cheeks, down her neck and across her rabid pulse point. “I think…” His beard scratched her heated skin, titillating her upper chest, then her breasts. “A good, brave girl…” Down, down, down her belly to the triangle of hair on her mound, his lips leaving a path of tingling skin in their wake. “…needs an orgasm after a shock like that.”
Buckles jangled; she squeaked in protest against the straps pulling taut around her thighs and ankles. Thoroughly immobilized, her legs couldn’t move an inch; the only leeway was Merrick’s finger width between the straps and her flesh.
“Need to get used to being tied down, Tamsyn. Loose straps are fine until a scene picks up intensity, then the risk of injury grows.” His deft fingers adjusted the hip strap again, then the chest strap. “How does that feel?”
Damn it, he’d asked a question she couldn’t answer without using her voice.
“Tamsyn?”
With her vocal chords paralyzed again, she could only stare helplessly at him.
His smile flashed, wicked this time, and again he reached for the tray on the table, selecting a tiny bottle, one she’d seen before. “Gonna add some incentive for you, little owl. A submissive needs to use her voice, even ones like you who lose it on occasion.”
Flicking open the cap, he squirted a generous handful of lube into his left palm, then set the bottle aside. Dabbing the tip of his middle finger into the puddle, he dropped his hand between her butt cheeks and pressed the lubed digit against the tiny hole.
She squeaked again.
Shaking his head, he rubbed lube around her entrance, humming to the music playing from the speakers. Dipping his finger in his palm again and again, he circled and pressed, circled and pressed, until the stubborn ring of muscle gave in to his demands.
She bit her tongue to keep a moan from escaping. Her hole burned just from the penetration of his fingertip, but he didn’t stop. Rolling his finger in the lube this time, he pushed in hard and deep, spearing heat into her back passage.
Her voice found freedom once two thick fingers rocked in and out of her butt, prying her open and frying her nerves. “S-Sir, please—”
“There she is.” Nodding in approval, Merrick twisted his hand, pouring what lube was left in his palm over his fingers. “I’m gonna be throwing a lot at you tonight, little owl. I want your busy brain occupied.” Lips pursing, he studied the tray carefully, then picked up something small and metal. “This little thing is gonna remind you how important your voice is, and serve as motivation to remember your honorifics.”
Eyes wide, she licked her lips nervously, cringing when two inches of cold steel slid almost effortlessly into her bottom. Hips immobile, there was no way to avoid it. “W-What is it?”
A lazy arch of his eyebrow accompanied his satisfied smile. “I’m so glad you asked, darlin’. More, I’m pleased you’ve forgotten your manners already—two twists should help with that forgetfulness.”
Two twists of what?
Being Merrick, he didn’t give her a lot of time to wonder. His wrist flicked twice, and the metal thing in her butt spread open slightly, not quite as wide as his finger. “Hope you’re a quick learner, Tamsyn. Now, where were we?”
Bewildered, she blinked at him. What was happening? They were bouncing from needles to restraints, butt torture to orgasms. Was he trying to drive her insane or was that just some nifty side benefit for him?
Tsking softly, he wrenched the device again. “Vocal responses, Tamsyn.”
Insanity wasn’t his goal, she realized. He was going to kill her by the time the night was over: death by butt stuff.
“M-Master M-Merrick, please, I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Just that will do nicely, little owl.” Giving her thigh a pat, he plucked several disposable wipes from the table and cleaned off his hands thoroughly. The soiled wipes were tossed into a box beneath the table, then he was on his knees. “You have permission to come.”
A hot tongue swiped leisurely up her slit, the tip flicking her clit.
Merrick grunted in satisfaction. “If a few minutes of ass play arouses you this much, darlin’, I can’t wait to see how wet you get when I bury my cock in you.”
Maybe she should just beg him to do it. The unknown was the scariest part, but she kinda knew what to expect, right? It wasn’t like he hadn’t already been inside her; it was just a different… tighter… dirtier hole.
A moan whispered free as his tongue licked into her; the rasp of his thumbs on her lips, pulling them apart so he could trace the slick opening of her sex, was a stark contrast to the softness of his tongue.
If she asked, would he do it?
She’d rather take his cock up her butt than be tied down and poked with needles until her brain dissolved into a stew of panic and terror, even if the rewards were… “Oh God.”
Pleasure prickled as her inner muscles jerked, responding to the purposeful licks. She definitely wasn’t dry down there, not anymore. The more his tongue attacked her, the wetter she became until she felt her own juices leaking out of her.
Of course, Merrick’s magical mouth didn’t let a single drop escape. He drank from her as though she was the fountain of youth, greedy and demanding. Her hips tried to lift, to buck, to be equally as demanding, but the strap offered no give.
Her hands clenched, her arms straining against the restraints. Desperate to grasp his head, to take his hair in her fists and do something unbecoming like shove his face into her sex. “Please, please, please.”
The thing in her butt widened.
“Sir!” Her voice cracked as she hastily added the honorific. “Please, Sir!”
Vibrations thrummed through her flesh when he chuckled, deep and amused. “What do you need, Tamsyn?”
“You! You, please, Sir.”
“Not yet. Soon.”
Damn him. Growling with frustration, she threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the orgasm to take shape. There was a shift between her legs, movement, and a few seconds later something buzzed to life.
A cold, smooth object the size of her fist replaced Merrick’s tongue, and she realized the vibrations of his chuckle were nothing compared to what the buzzing thing was doing to her. It pressed against her clit, her spine going rigid as it tried to arch beneath the leather captors holding her down, and pleasure ricocheted through her body faster than a bullet.
She lost her breath for a whole different reason than fear.
“What the—what the— oh! ”
Merrick laughed and, after waiting a beat, used the device in her butt to pry her open a little bit more. She suspected he was just doing it for fun now. “Normally, a vibrator is a girl’s best friend, Tamsyn. Luckily for you, you have me.”
The round head moved up and down under his direction; he didn’t just target her clit, he teased her entrance with the damn thing, then destroyed her when he jammed it against the metal intrusion in her butt.
Her entire back passage began to hum, awakening muscles and sensations she’d never experienced, and with a shrill cry that sounded foreign to her own ears, she shattered like a crystal vase tossed carelessly on the ground.
From a distance, she felt her body judder and seize, her pulse points throbbing manically. The orgasm went on for hours, trapping her in an endless cycle of stupendous bliss, perpetuated by the ceaseless thrum of the vibrator.
When it finally cut off, she was limp and exhausted, every cell in her body still buzzing.
“Wasn’t that a nice reward?” Merrick’s voice was faint, lost in the pulse of blood in her ears, but she heard his amusement. “What do you say when given such a good gift, darlin’?”
He wanted her to speak?
Blearily, she stared at him through dazed eyes, then silently cursed him and his dominant side when her tender butt stretched again. “Th-Thank you, Master Merrick.”
“Good girl.” Leaning forward, he kissed her mouth, nipping her bottom lip. “Are you still afraid, Tamsyn?”
The question percolated slowly through her mind, thick as molasses.
Was she?
The straps weren’t hurting her. Yes, they were restrictive, but she wasn’t in pain.
The chair was surprisingly comfortable, despite the position she was in.
Merrick wasn’t hurting her, even if she hated the butt device and the needle.
“No, Sir,” she said slowly, her voice not quite normal. “Not right now.”
“Excellent.” He slid a finger under the loose tourniquet around her arm, then released, retightened, and retied it again. His thumb ran up and down a small section of her vein. “Round two, little owl. Control the fear this time, don’t let it take the reins.”
Easier said than done. Despite her body being relaxed enough to slide through the restraints onto the floor, it still found a way to stiffen. Her heart stalled, her lungs knotted, but at least she saved some dignity by whining instead of screaming the ceiling down.
It took her a long, sobering moment to realize what pressed against her vein wasn’t a needle—well, she supposed it was, only he hadn’t uncapped it. The quick poke wasn’t sharp and stinging, but blunt and painless.
“That’s a mean trick,” she whispered.
Merrick waited for a beat, then shook his head and manipulated the metal pain in her butt not once, not twice, but three times.
Okay, that needed to stop. The ring of muscle was starting to burn again, and she swore it was gaping wide enough to drive a train through the opening—not a little train, either; a big one like she’d seen in the wizard movies she’d gotten hooked on.
She winced at the mental imagery of a steam engine whistling obnoxiously before disappearing into her rear, then giggled as her imaginary butt expelled a puff of smoke.
Merrick’s eyebrows rose. “Didn’t expect to hear that, little owl. Something amusing?”
“No, Sir. Just thinking about trains.” Unable to help herself, she dropped her gaze to his crotch, finding the substantial bulge straining the fabric of his pants. “And my butt.”
“I see.” Lips twitching, he nodded as though he fully understood the track—ha ha—her orgasm-riddled mind had taken. Unfastening the buttons of his shirt, he peeled it off and tossed it aside. “Well, then. How big is this imaginary train, Tamsyn?”
Holy hell, he had such a delightful body. All those muscles beneath soft, warm skin. The way the hair on his chest formed a trail down to his waistband like an arrow pointing the way to heaven.
Her fingers itched to touch.
Breathlessly, she replied, “Big, Master Merrick. The biggest train I’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Eyes on her, he kicked off his boots before reaching for his belt buckle. “And how amenable is your ass to playing with this incredibly big train?”
Um… “Amenable, Sir?”
The buckle jangled. “Open. Agreeable. Willing.”
The pretense was slipping, giving way to reality. Swallowing nervously, she sucked on her bottom lip. Did she really want to do this? Here and now, in this place? Wouldn’t a bed be more comfortable and less… strappy?
Of course, it was an inevitability. Merrick had made his stance on anal sex clear—her butt belonged to him. He already owned her mouth and her sex, so it made sense that a dominant male would want all her assets.
“Will you let me go, Sir?”
“Let you… oh.” Merrick’s eyes roamed over her, assessing the straps, and the green darkened significantly. “No. I don’t think I will. I quite like the idea of having you at my mercy, darlin’. Tied down, taking my cock an inch at a time, with no option but to look at me while you come apart.”
No? What did he mean, no?
Before she could splutter a protest, he cocked his head. “In fact, I think we need to adjust your position.”
“I-I don’t think that’s necessary, Sir.”
The big dummy grinned. “That’s my prerogative, don’t you think?”
When she hesitated again, unsure what prerogative meant—he sure was throwing some complicated words around tonight—his grin softened to an understanding smile.
“It means privilege or right, little owl. As your Dom, when you submit to me, it’s my privilege to make decisions that affect you in the scene. It’s my right to do what I feel is best for you—and believe me, you remain the sole focus of every choice I make, large or small.”
That she could believe; he’d tried to pass her virginity off to Fordham so he didn’t hurt her, hadn’t he? It helped to remind herself of that, because no matter how intense things got, however nervous she became, that was the truth about how he felt about her.
He wouldn’t hurt her.
Inhaling slowly, she nodded.
Merrick laid his hand on her lower leg, curling his fingers around her calf. “Tamsyn, if I ever use words you don’t understand, ask me to explain. Don’t ever agree to something if you don’t know what it means. I won’t take advantage of you that way, but not everyone in life is the same.”
“Yes, Sir.” Heat kissed her cheeks. “Sorry, Master Merrick.”
“Nothing to apologize for, darlin’. Just be careful.” Giving her leg a squeeze, he stepped back. “Now, let’s see how comfortable we can make you.”
The back of the chair shifted first, lowering her down gently a few inches. She jolted when the section under her butt moved next, raising her hips to a level that she suddenly realized would be perfect for Merrick’s train to enter her tunnel.
Her legs lowered, easing aches in her knees and hips she hadn’t noticed until they subsided.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. Snagging the little bottle of lube again, he surprised her by squirting a couple shots of cold liquid directly into her open entrance, making her squeal. The metal contraption was quickly removed and thrown onto the tray, then his pants were down to his thighs, one hand stroking his huge erection while the other dribbled lube along the shaft. “Are you ready for my cock, darlin’?”
Not really. With him looming over her, that weapon primed to attack, and her body essentially restrained like a ritual sacrifice to a sex demon, she couldn’t deny she had doubts.
At least he couldn’t torture her butt now for not answering, she thought smugly.
The fat, slick head of his cock notched securely against her anus, rapidly reversing that avenue of thought. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Tamsyn.”
Oh hell. How bad could it be? It couldn’t be any worse than losing her virginity, right? That hadn’t been quite as bad as she’d thought, because Merrick took care of her. Pain was fleeting—whether it lasted for ten seconds or ten minutes, it came to an end.
Stomach quivering, she nodded. “Y-Yes, Master Merrick.”
“I love when you call me that.” Free hand on her mound, his thumb circled her clit. “Take a deep breath, blow it out slowly and bear down. If you scream, little owl, make sure you use my name.”
Oh, well, that was ominous.
Trusting him, she filled her lungs until they couldn’t take any more air and exhaled through pursed lips, trying to do as he asked. The last couple seconds of exhalation ended on a shocked hoooo when his crown pushed relentlessly against her tight ring of muscle; the metal device hadn’t stretched her nearly enough.
Not even close.
“Ow, ow, ow.” She squirmed to evade, but her hips could only wiggle from side to side, and even then, the movement was minimal. Her anus was on fire, the muscles fighting to keep him out with the same determination he was using to get in .
Merrick shifted his stance, widening his feet as his hand slipped under her butt. “Give me a little bit more, darlin’.” He looked down at where he was prying her open and groaned. “Fuck, what a sight. There is nothing hotter than watching your tight little virgin asshole stretching around my cock, Tamsyn. It doesn’t want me in there, does it, but you’re a good girl, and you’re gonna let me in.”
Oh no. If he started with the dirty talk, she was done. He knew what effect his words had on her, when he needed to use them to their best advantage. How her resistance melted when he spoke to her in that darkly sinful, dominant voice.
“Merk—”
He gripped her buttock, kneading the flesh. “It’s gonna hurt until you let me in, darlin’. As much as I fucking love hearing you whimper and whine like this, this time I’d rather hear you enjoying yourself. To do that, you need to…”
Tamsyn moaned. “Let you in, Sir.”
“Exactly,” he crooned, adding pressure to her clit. Damn him, his mouth curved into a cunning smile when her pelvis tried to lift. “Don’t think about it, Tamsyn, just relax and let it happen.”
It was all right for him to say that, she thought with a frown. She’d bet Master Strict had never taken anything up his butt in his life. Snickering, she couldn’t keep a straight face at the mental image of him bent over the end of a bed, his firm derriere in the air as—
“What’s so funny, darlin’?”
She choked on her own saliva, coughing manically before she drowned herself in her own stupid bodily fluids, then felt her vocal chords wither as they made a noise that was part yowl, part whine, mostly scream.
The poor, defenseless ring of muscle keeping him at bay surrendered when she coughed, holding up a white handkerchief and waving it for mercy.
There was none.
Not a shred of it.
When her eyes started to roll back in her head, all she could think was that she might have just made the biggest mistake of her life. Her entrance yielded to the pressure, her sphincter aching as his crown punched into her butt. The ache transformed into a hard, distressing burn that couldn’t be alleviated, not with his shaft holding her open.
“No passing out on me, Tamsyn.” Merrick groaned savagely, his hands moving to grab either side of the chair by her waist. “Need you to stay with me. The pain’s gonna change, you just need to breathe through it.”
Breathe? Her body no longer remembered how to function on a basic level; she was probably lucky her heart was still beating. Trembling in shock, she heard herself mumble a load of gibberish she couldn’t even decipher, because she didn’t know what she was trying to say.
“Easy, little owl. Look at me.” His voice deepened. “Look at me, Tamsyn.”
Hands clenching, her breath whistling through her teeth, she locked eyes with him, using his turbulently dark green gaze as a source of strength. God knew she needed some right now; it turned out she was a damn weakling when it came to anal sex.
“There we go.” His lips quirked. “Is it the wrong time to tell you how stunning you are?”
Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Are you mocking me, Sir?”
“And there’s that sweet voice,” he added, unperturbed by her glare. “Not mocking you, darlin’.” He leaned forward to kiss her, easing the thick shaft deeper into her rear. “Your ass is like a hot, velvet fist around my cock, little owl. Need to feel it all the way down to my balls. Ready?”
Stupidly, her head bobbed of its own accord, not taking into account anything else but the proud approval gleaming in the depths of his direct stare. She whimpered fitfully, grimacing as his pelvis rocked, but she maintained eye contact.
The lubed shaft slid in and out through her abused sphincter, bit by bit, yet it was the fat crown burrowing into unexplored territory that made her feel… weird. Pain gave way to discomfort, eking tiny grunts from her lungs, and the burn was slowly working its way through her channel as he forged deeper.
When her lower belly cramped, she squeezed a single word through her tight throat. “Yellow.”
Merrick stopped without hesitation. “Good girl. Take a moment. Everything okay?”
“I-I think you’re in my stomach.”
An almost inaudible snort came from the other side of the room; with a start, she realized she’d forgotten all about Fordham. Alarm widened her eyes even as mortification of the highest possible level turned her blood cold.
Cursing softly, Merrick captured her chin, forcing her to look at him and only him. “Ignore him, little owl. I’ll deal with him later.” His other hand rested against her belly. “There’s about thirty feet of digestive tract between me and your stomach, darlin’. I couldn’t reach it if I held the record for world’s longest cock.”
Oh, now she was intrigued. Fordham’s unsettling presence and observation aside, she blinked. “What—”
“If I remember correctly, just short of nineteen inches.” Rubbing slow circles over her stomach, he continued as though he could see the question scrolling through her mind. “Nowhere near, Tamsyn. The cramping will stop, I promise.”
“Soon?”
“Soon,” he agreed. “Need another minute?”
It was hard not to let her gaze slide in Fordham’s direction. Was he watching? Could he see Merrick’s cock pushing inside her? Was he a witness to her poor butt—
“No,” Merrick decided almost immediately. “You don’t need another minute; you’re thinking too hard as it is.” The fingers on her chin released her, curling over the edge of the backrest; the hand on her stomach stroked over her hip to curve possessively around her thigh. “Well done for using your safeword, Tamsyn. Use it again if you need it.”
Tentative went out the window, she discovered. How had she not understood how gentle he’d been? Tiny mewls hiccupped free as he rolled his hips, moving his cock in increments before driving forward.
Once, twice, three times.
Eyes wide and huge, she sucked in a breath as his groin smacked against her butt. Things began to splinter—she was too full, her nerves were tingling with manic energy, her tight ring was stretched to maximum capacity around the wide root of his erection.
God, he was hot inside her, his bare shaft spearing into her taboo place as he’d once taunted her. His hips undulated rhythmically, the slow rhythm distracting her from thoughts of massive internal injuries, giving her wired brain time to process the pain and transform it into…
“Oh.” Tension seeped from her muscles. “Oh yes.”
Thrusting languidly as though he had all the time in the universe at his disposal, her Dom smirked at her. “Knew you’d get there, good girl. Taking my cock up this snug ass so well, every inch. Want a reward?”
If he made her come like this, she was adamant her head would pop off like a rocket.
“N-No, thank you, Sir.”
He laughed. “Rhetorical question, darlin’. My prerogative, remember?”
Tamsyn stiffened, but to her surprise, he didn’t reach for her clit. Instead, his fingers deftly unfastened the strap around her hips, then the ones pinning her thighs and ankles to the leg rests. She moaned her appreciation, then shot him a questioning look from beneath hooded eyelids when he circled his arms around her thighs and eased her butt off the padding.
This new position changed everything; she felt it before he began to move. “Um… Sir?”
The loop of his arms left his hands too close to her sex. His left restrained her thigh as effectively as the leather straps, but his right hand splayed over her mound. It stayed there, fingertips biting gently into her flesh, as he drew his hips back and slammed into her tender passage.
Her sharp cry snapped the chain on his control.
Growling like an animal finally claiming its mate, Merrick rutted into her fiercely with strong, smooth strokes. Faster and faster, flesh colliding with flesh inside and out, until her sex leaked juices over the thick shaft plundering her butt.
Thighs quivering with the need to come, jiggling with his thrusts, she was helpless to do anything but go along for the ride. Sweat trickled down her spine, dampening her face, neck, between her breasts.
Not for the first time, she decided he was a machine.
An absolute beast.
“Merk. Merk, please.”
Dark green eyes bore into hers, full of primal focus. When he spoke, his voice was just as dark, guttural, as though he’d tapped into another level of himself. “Come, Tamsyn. Come all over my cock. Gonna fuck this ass every goddamn day until all I need to say is anal and you orgasm on the fucking spot.”
Oh boy.
Maybe they could wait and see if she lived through tonight first?
He didn’t give her time to muse over her future, however; his thumb flicked over her clit, fast and hard, strumming it firmly in the same rhythm as his rutting thrusts. Her head slammed into the padded headrest, tipping back to open her throat and let the scream loose.
The lower half of her body bucked and twisted, wreathed in pleasure so acute, her eyes went blind. She screamed again, more plaintive, when Merrick rammed himself home, his balls wedged between her buttocks, and his shaft spasmed, painting her no longer virginal sheath with stream after stream of cum.
With an angry, bull-like below, he slammed his hands on the narrow edges of the headrest beside her head, pumping shallowly until the only sound in the room was their combined breathing, rough and heavy.
Groaning, he went still, lowering his forehead to her chest. Warm breath gusted over her damp skin, then he seemed to rouse even as she bobbed along on the sensations flooding her bloodstream.
His beard tickled as he laid a trail of kisses down between her breasts.
Tamsyn whined in disappointment, feeling horribly empty and open when his cock softened and slipped free. All her unmentionables were on display, much like her emotions, and she was too tired to protect either of them.
Merrick stepped back, studying her face before his gaze dropped between her thighs. Smug, utterly male satisfaction gleamed triumphantly in the green. “My gorgeous girl, all sullied to perfection. Well and truly marked now, darlin’,” he added, circling her tender anus with his fingertip. “There’s nothing more sating than seeing my woman dripping with my cum.”
Embarrassment flickered, attempting to spark to life, but exhaustion sat on it like an elephant on a poodle, extinguishing it.
“Think you can trust me for a minute more, little owl?” Plucking a tiny packet from the tray, he opened it and removed a small, wet square of material, using it to wipe a section of her upper arm beneath the joint of her shoulder.
She responded with a weak, breathless laugh. “Pretty sure I’m not going anywhere, even if you unstrap me, Sir.”
“At my mercy, then.” When he picked the syringe up again, her insides jittered, but she wasn’t consumed by overwhelming fear. Her mind was swimming happily in a soup of natural happy drugs and her body was too limp and useless to react. “This might sting for a second, darlin’.”
“Uh…” She shook her head as he flicked off the cap, revealing a sharp and shiny needle.
Before she could think about jerking her arm against the straps, he jabbed the pointy tip into her muscle and depressed the plunger. It was over and done in a couple seconds; she barely had time to register the fleeting pain.
Her head went light. “W-What…”
“Vitamins, Tamsyn. Just a vitamin boost.” Merrick recapped the needle and tossed it back on the tray. Giving her a kiss on her shocked mouth, he rapidly removed all the straps, massaging where they’d been even though they hadn’t left a mark.
“I… What just happened?”
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