Merrick
The next morning, half asleep, he watched a suspicious, human-sized lump crawl under the covers from the foot of the bed. He already knew what kind of mood Tamsyn had woken in—she’d spent a good ten minutes grinding her butt against his morning wood in an attempt to get his attention, before huffing and toddling off to the bathroom.
Telling her he loved her switched something, he realized. Some part of her she’d been holding back finally relaxed completely, as though recognizing she was home now, here to stay. Whether she was aware of that change, he couldn’t say, but she’d been exceptionally snuggly through the night, clinging to him like a monkey, mewling sleepy protests if he dared to so much as shift his legs.
The lump took a brief divert to the left, he noted with amusement, before correcting itself and tunneling more toward him. He grunted when a small, chilled hand made contact with his lower leg, trying not to laugh when he heard a muffled, “Aha!” come triumphantly from beneath the covers.
Her palm slid over his knee, along his thigh, then paused as Tamsyn shuffled her way further up the bed. Her fingers walked up the rest of his thigh, crossing over his groin until they wrapped around his erection with a purred hum of delight.
Merrick growled softly as his head tipped back into the pillows. “Darlin’, playing with fire here.”
She had the temerity to giggle.
He fucking loved that she’d found enough confidence to express herself so freely.
Cock straining under the gentle caresses she bestowed along his length, he gritted his teeth. Whenever she touched him, he felt like a hapless teenager again instead of a forty-year-old seasoned man with a litany of sexual experiences under his belt.
His hips bucked when her thumb found the notch in his crown, smearing precum around the sensitive tip. Apparently, she found it particularly interesting because she continued teasing the small hole until he felt as though his life streamed from it.
What was she planning?
He swore on everything holy, if he felt her mouth or that dainty tongue on his dick, the probability of him lasting more than thirty seconds was nil. Zero. Nada.
Embarrassing, sure, but when was the last time a woman affected him so badly, on such a deep level, that his control eroded to nothing in her presence?
The little owl didn’t know she’d wrapped him up in her so effectively, she was the damn boss of him.
He wasn’t going to cotton her on to that fact just yet.
Not ever, if he wanted to remain her Dom.
Some things needed to stay secret.
Instead of her mouth covering him, Tamsyn shuffled further up the bed until her head almost breached the edge of the duvet. Gingerly, she eased her leg over his stomach until she straddled him, then wiggled her way back. With those small hands pressed against his chest, she sat up, lifting the covers, and those fucking stunning eyes met his, full of mischief and a voracious hunger he’d never seen in her before now.
Evidently, she was a woman who got horny on her period.
“Topping from the bottom, darlin’?” he asked.
She frowned, obviously baffled by the question. “What does that mean?”
Merrick bopped her nose. “It means a naughty little submissive taking what she wants when her Dom specifically told her she can’t have it yet. Didn’t I say no sex until your period is finished?”
Her eyes narrowed; she wriggled back more until his cock brushed the apex of her thighs, skimming along her bare, swollen pussy. “But I need you.”
Testing her limits, he lifted an eyebrow while simultaneously shrugging his shoulders. “Well, if you want me inside you so terribly, there’s one place you can put my cock, darlin’. Here’s a hint—it’s not your sweet cunt.”
It took a few seconds for it all to compute. She gasped, her eyes widening. “My butt?”
Thoroughly enjoying her reaction, he grinned. “Told you what I want to do to your ass, didn’t I? Got to admit, didn’t think you’d be so eager to oblige just yet.”
God, those eyes. Those beautiful, expressive eyes.
They blinked at him in surprise, relaying her thoughts clearer than a flare in the night sky. Her desire warred with sudden wariness, as though she suddenly understood she was in a precarious position with her asshole a little too close to his cock for comfort.
“Seems to me, you have three choices, little owl.”
“W-What are they?”
“You really want to know? Don’t want to just go back to sleep?”
Slowly, she shook her head. Dark hair tumbling around her shoulders in a jumbled, sleep-snagged mess, cheeks flushed with color, she’d never looked more exquisite.
“All right, then. Option one, you work that virgin asshole down on my cock like a good girl and ride me like you own me. Oh, dirty girl,” he crooned when she closed her eyes and shivered. “Do you want to be my good girl, Tamsyn?”
She nodded, taking him back to their early days when he spent all his time interpreting her body language.
Merrick reached up and tweaked her nipple. “Yeah, you do. Option two, I’ll be nice and let you sink that greedy pussy where it wants to be… in exchange for something.”
Her eyes narrowed again. “My butt?”
“However much I lust after your ass, it isn’t the answer to everything, darlin’.” Thoroughly amused, he rolled her nipple firmly, enjoying the way she squirmed on his lower abdomen. “Take into consideration that what I want in exchange is something you’re gonna hate, and that I’ll make you do it anyway when the time comes. You want my cock stretching you open again, you’ll do what I ask without making a fuss. Clear?”
Tamsyn licked her lips, biting the bottom one. “Option three?”
“I fuck you where and how I want, and you trust me to make you enjoy it.”
Her luscious lip popped free, her mouth forming a pout. “That sounds ominous.”
“Take it or leave it, little owl.” Running his hands down her sides, he smacked his palms on her ass, adding a sting into it. When she jolted and whimpered, his cock twitched in anticipation. “What’s it gonna be?”
Brow furrowed in thought, she ground herself against his belly, nudging his erection with subtle shifts of her hips. Warm wetness smeared over his skin, cooling quickly, but there was no mistaking how aroused she was; if the physical evidence wasn’t enough, the scent of her was the fucking cherry on top.
“I… I…”
“C’mon, darlin’. You’ve got ten seconds to choose before we go with option three. Think fast,” he pushed mercilessly, finding a little sadistic pleasure in the panic on her face. “You started this game. Seven… six… five…”
The pressure got to her quickly. Tiny bites of pain anchored her nails into his chest as the overload whirled through her head. When his count reached one, she didn’t give him a verbal answer; she lifted her hips, collared his cock beneath the crown, and hurriedly sank down on him.
Only, it didn’t go quite as smoothly as that.
The thick head of his cock wedged into her entrance, but because she didn’t give it time to spread her open and penetrate before she dropped her weight onto him, his shaft bent rather sharply.
Grunting in pain, Merrick snagged her hips before she snapped his erection in half, rolling her on to her back beside him. Hand grasping his cock, firmly squeezing away the sharp spear of agony radiating into his balls and beyond, he growled at her. “Choice made, darlin’. Hands and knees. Now.”
Eyes huge and round, she was pale as a ghost. “Merk. Merk, I’m sorry.”
“Gonna be,” he retorted darkly, then regretted the words immediately when she cowered. Fuck, anger was a trigger, he realized. She’d hurt him by accident and assumed he was going to return the favor tenfold. Gentling his tone, he laid a hand on her thigh, feeling her recoil. “Relax, Tamsyn. Breathe. It was an accident; it happens.”
Her gaze lowered to his hand, filling with tears. “I’m sorry.”
Goddamn it. Foreseeing how the rest of the day would go if he didn’t correct this now, Merrick kneaded his shaft until it simply ached in discomfort rather than screaming in pain. “I’m fine, little owl. All is forgiven. Get on your hands and knees.”
Her lip wobbled sadly. “You can do my butt.”
One day, he’d hear those five little words and take her up on the offer, but this morning, he wasn’t willing to trade accidental pain for purposeful. When he fucked her ass, he was going to make damned sure she felt every inch before she shattered, and it wasn’t going to be in revenge for a hasty mistake and consequent accident.
“Darlin’, the offer is appreciated but you’re not in trouble. Not yet anyway, unless you’re planning on continuing to ignore my order.” Though his voice was stern, his hand on her hip was gentle. “Hands and knees, Tamsyn. Third and last time.”
“Yes, Sir.” Obviously miserable with the turn of events, she sniffled softly and rolled onto her side, then her front. She was trembling fiercely as she pulled her knees under herself, and her arms shook so much she could barely hold her upper body up.
“Good girl.” Adding emphasis to the two words, he stroked a hand up her back in reassurance. “Accidents happen, little owl. Mistakes happen. We can make amends for them. As long as no one is seriously hurt, we can move past it.”
“But I hurt you,” she mumbled, her breath catching on the you .
“You panicked and rushed things, but you’re not gonna do that again, are you?” He continued stroking, wishing she wasn’t so fucking scared her muscles quivered like jello. “My dick has had worse… well, actually, no, it probably hasn’t,” he amended with a quiet chuckle. “It would like to avoid another calamity like that in future. But trust me, little owl, it’s gonna feel a whole lot better when it’s inside you.”
A hard shudder rippled through her back, followed by a silent sob.
Merrick hesitated. Some subs were plagued by a wrongdoing, unable to reconcile the deed without paying penance for it. She’d been raised in a world where an act against the community was dealt with swiftly, severely—that alone would be enough to cement foundations of trauma beneath her newly found submission.
It was something he needed to keep his eye on, in case it developed into a darker method of coping.
“Darlin’,” he said slowly, “do you need me to punish you to make you feel forgiven?”
Head hanging low between her arms, Tamsyn whimpered.
“Tell me,” he urged, unwilling to press this tactic if it wasn’t beneficial. “Use your words, little owl. What do you need—”
“Hurt me,” she choked out. “Hurt me the way I hurt you.”
Fuck, that was the answer he didn’t want to hear. An eye for an eye really wasn’t his style, especially when his hurt was born through a simple misadventure. On the other side of the coin, perhaps it was time she learned how asking for something without specification or careful thought was a bad idea, even with her Dom.
Leaning over, he yanked open the beside drawer and plucked out lube and a condom. A strong, firm pull on his cock reassured him there was nothing broken, just bruised if anything, before he ripped open the foil packet and rolled the latex protection over his erection and doused it in lube.
Cupping her mound in his hand, he found her wet and swollen, her labia slightly parted to give him easy access to her entrance. Fingering her lazily, he worked her open until her fluttering muscles relaxed. “Gonna teach you a lesson, Tamsyn. Gonna be a hard one if I’m honest. Can you guess what it is?”
“How not to break your penis?” she asked flatly, already resigned to whatever pain she imagined he was about to dole out.
Sighing, Merrick shook his head. “What are your safewords?”
“Red, yellow, green. Sir.”
She didn’t need to say she had no intention of using them; he heard it in her tone. She was prepared to endure whatever punishment he gave her in silence. A self-flagellation she didn’t deserve, one he wouldn’t allow her to inflict.
Situating himself on his knees between her spread legs, he removed his fingers and burrowed his crown into her tight opening in their stead. “This is a lesson in faith, little owl. Faith in yourself, faith in me. Asking me to hurt you in order to right a balance… it’s unnecessary, but I get why you need it.”
Wrapping his fingers around her hips, he thrust gently, feeding a couple inches into her heat. Testing the stability of his bruised cock, he decided there was no real damage done aside from tenderness and a humbled ego.
Her pussy welcomed him back with tentative flutters, her snugness wrapping around the tip of his cock.
Banding an arm around her hips, Merrick made damn sure she couldn’t escape. He leaned forward to press a kiss between her tense shoulder blades. “Relax and take your punishment like a brave girl, Tamsyn.”
Before he could second guess what she needed, what she wanted, and damage her by being distracted by doubts, he mounted her with a sharp drive of his pelvis, spearing his cock into all that tight, wet heat like a stallion.
Shock detonated through her, freezing her muscles as a garbled scream stole the peace of the morning. Her pussy seized, clamping down on him in an effort to keep him out. While it probably felt catastrophic to her, he measured every ounce of force behind the initial thrust, reading her body to ensure her health and safety remained his only priority.
Even though she felt so fucking good.
He eased out an inch, drove in again, wrenching another cry from her.
She struggled to keep her arms locked, to obey his order for hands and knees. How the hell she could think she deserved punishment was beyond him—no matter what he asked of her, she always strove to deliver his request to the best of her ability.
Yes, she’d pushed the boundary line this morning; he’d expected nothing less from a woman who was finding her sexuality, her freedom, her… fuck, her everything. It was exciting, from his perspective, to watch her spread her wings and find the courage to do something daring like straddle her well-endowed Dom and take him cowgirl-style.
Merrick rutted into her, careful not to batter her into submission. Not yet. If she needed the illusion of punishment to absolve her perceived sins, he’d give her that. If she needed him to break her and put the pieces back together, he could do that, too.
Tamsyn whimpered, trying to stem her cries.
“Oh, no, darlin’.” Voice stern, he smacked her flank with his free hand. “Bad girls don’t get to keep their pain quiet. My bad girl gives it all to me, doesn’t she, so she can be my good girl again.”
He heard her breathing pick up, huffing quickly through her nose before she exploded with a keening sob. Claiming her with long, hard thrusts, he kept the rhythm slow and steady, knocking the air from her lungs with a grunt.
Because he was an asshole and rather enjoyed the clench of her cunt when he did so, he continued to smack her ass lightly. “Come on, Tamsyn, you can be more repentant than this. Give it to me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are, darlin’. Still, you’re gonna give me every last bit of remorse and guilt until it doesn’t hurt you anymore. Gonna fuck you hard, harder, until you understand it was an accident.” A simple yet painful accident, he thought, that would likely be remembered twenty years from now. “Can’t hear you screaming, Tamsyn.”
Hands fisting in the covers, she almost faceplanted the bed as her elbows tried to buckle. Remembering her cast was a hindrance rather than a help, Merrick set his palm between her shoulder blades, urging her forward.
“Go down, little owl. It’s okay. Cheek on the covers, arms out in front of you. That’s it, good girl.” As she obeyed, he followed her, hunching over her back to press his fists into the mattress on either side of her head. The position was easier for her to maintain, but for the love of Christ, it tightened her up when her pussy needed no encouragement. “Keep this ass up. Nice and high. Gives me something to pound against,” he added, smacking the outside of her thigh this time.
When she yelped, the tears came on its heels.
Perfect, now they were making progress.
Bracing his weight on his forearms, Merrick surged deep, testing both their limits. She was taking him well, milking his shaft fiercely despite the circumstances—he wondered if he could drag her thoughts on the matter out of her after the deed was done, confirm whether she was secretly aroused by being punished.
His guess was no; she was too much of a people pleaser to misbehave for a spanking or a rough fuck. A brat, she was not.
Wedging his thighs up against the back of hers, he let loose. Fast, hard pumps of his hips, riding her like a demon. Wet sucking sounds warred with her choked gasps; the clap of his flesh against hers eclipsed her shocked cries.
She felt tiny beneath him, and yet fit him perfectly. While it wasn’t difficult to imagine squashing her if he made a wrong move, and even though this position was incredibly dominant, his emotions were more on the possess and protect wavelength.
“Merrick, please.”
He ignored her, grinding deep. She still had another inch or so to take before he owned her completely, and he knew she could do it. All he needed was to press the right buttons, find the perfect angle, and he’d sink inside her to the balls.
“Master Merrick,” she whimpered, her cheek rubbing over the covers in time with his thrusts. “I can’t… please… I need…”
Such pretty begging, he mused. “Not gonna stop you from coming, darlin’. Come whenever you feel like you deserve it. Good girls get all the orgasms they want, don’t they?”
Her small scream of frustration told him she hadn’t forgiven herself yet. Even though she quivered around him, her pussy practically vibrating with the need to come, her own mental block was preventing a physical release.
She turned her face into the bed. “I’m a bad girl.”
“No, you’re not. Darlin’, you’re as far from being a bad girl as we are from New York goddamn City. Swear to God there’s a halo hovering over your head.” He grinned and kissed her shoulder, setting his teeth against her flesh. “I suppose if you really think you’re a bad, bad girl, I can just shove my cock up your ass right now and really fuck the wickedness out.”
She squeaked, hips hunching to defend her ass, and changed the angle of his penetration just enough for him to rut the last inch of his shaft into her. He bottomed out, grimly satisfied with her yelping cries, reaching between her legs to seek out her clit and flick the protruding nub of nerves with his fingernail.
She bucked, slamming her ass against his groin, manically bouncing her pussy on his cock as it spasmed around him. Muscles tightened around his shaft like ropes, strangling him from tip to root.
Fuck, yes.
“Good girl,” he growled darkly. “Fuck yourself on my cock, darlin’. Good girls get to fuck their Doms this way. Good girls come all over a cock,” he added with a groan, his eyes almost crossing as she continued to bounce, shoving his cock in and out of her cunt as it spasmed in brutally tight pulses. “Fuck, Tamsyn. I can’t fucking wait to take this pussy raw and fill it up with my cum. Keep right on fucking you so it drips off your pussy lips, smears down the inside of your thighs. Marks you in the most primal way imaginable.”
She cried out, going limp and trying to slide forward.
“Oh no, darlin’, gonna do that again. And again.” The thrill of it was the only thing stopping him from blowing his load then and there.
Shuddering, her back lifting and falling with rapid breaths, she shook her head. “Bad girl.”
“Oh, still?” Merrick tsked and hoisted her hips higher. Pulling out of her abused pussy, he guided his crown against her rosebud, only keeping the condom on because it was so slick with her juices, he didn’t need lube. “Are you sure about that, darlin’? Are you absolutely, positively sure you’re still a bad girl?”
She gave up, gave in, surrendering with a hiccupping sigh. “I don’t know.”
“Let me tell you then,” he said gruffly, sliding his crown back to her pussy and slamming in to the hilt. Her scream was part delight, part hell no , with a sweet, high note of masochism humming underneath it all. “I’m the one who decides if you’re good or bad, Tamsyn. Me, not you.”
Her fingers clawed at the covers, sweat starting to trickle down her spine.
Again and again, he rutted into her, his voice strained as he gave her the truth as he saw it. “No one gets to call you a bad girl but me. Not even you. There’s not a bad bone in your body. The only person who gets to punish you is me, little owl. Never without a damn good reason. Even if I do, you’ll always be my good girl, Tamsyn. Always.”
The bed was squeaking with the force of his thrusts as he tried to pound his reasoning into her brain as efficiently as his cock hammered into her pussy. At least, he thought it was the bed; some of the noises she was making were similar.
“What are you, Tamsyn?”
“Y-Yours, Sir.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” he muttered under his breath. “What are you?”
Her body jolted and jerked beneath his, utterly at his mercy. When she turned her face to the side, there was a profound sense of male pride at the sight of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. “Y-Your good girl, Master Merrick.”
Fuck, he wanted to do this all damn night. Plunging over and over into her hot, wet core; reveling in her tightness, the ripple and squeeze of her muscles around his shaft; listening to the sounds she couldn’t hold back, that she made because of him.
Instead, he growled in approval of her answer, words lost to him as tingles spread across the base of his spine and infiltrated his nervous system. Balls drawing up, his thrusts becoming more manic than smooth, he tilted her hips to strike her sweet spot and send her over the edge again.
This time, when she screamed and thrashed beneath him, he speared into her without mercy, bottoming out against her cervix. She yelped repeatedly, but it didn’t stop her coming like a fucking asteroid colliding with the earth and literally wrenching the cum from his balls as though it was liquid lava spurting from his cock.
Pressing her into the mattress, Merrick cursed the godforsaken condom, grunting profanities against the latex sheath, imagining the day when he fucked her just like this without a barrier to stop his seed flooding her womb and knocking her up.
For several long and blissful moments, his mind went blank, totally consumed with the power of his orgasm and the strength of emotion behind it. He was awake, aware, but just… existing on a higher plane for a few wonderful minutes.
When he finally recovered, he brushed his lips over her ear. “Always my good girl.”
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