11. Merrick
Merrick
Merrick’s ass ached and Wilder hadn’t even done much.
He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last on Wilder’s lap.
His cock was another issue, hard enough to cut glass if given the chance, smearing precum all over Wilder’s thighs.
Merrick didn’t know what he’d really expected after their talk earlier in the week, but it certainly wasn’t this.
It wasn’t this barely restrained pleasure beneath his skin, the tension in the air between the place where Wilder’s hand connected with the backs of his thighs.
“You know you deserve this right?” Wilder asked him quietly, fingertip tracing out the scooped curve of Merrick’s ass cheek.
“You deserve this for being so good earlier and telling me all about your day. You said everything you wanted to say, and I loved that. I appreciate that you care enough to share your mind with me. You know that, right?”
Merrick stretched out his fingers, scrabbling at the couch, but Wilder didn’t let go of his wrists. He pushed down harder, reminding both of them he had Merrick pinned. Merrick was desperate for something he didn’t have the words to explain, let alone the comprehension to understand.
“Merrick?” he prompted. “Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.”
“Do you deserve this?”
“What if it hurts?” he whispered.
“Then you cry,” Wilder said simply. “Or you tell me to stop. Whichever feels right for you.”
He applied the barest amount of pressure to Merrick’s ass. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he said quickly.
“Do you want me to talk you through it?”
Merrick rolled his face to the side, seeking out a cool spot on the cushion to rest his cheek against. “Maybe.”
“We’ll try. If you don’t like it—”
“I’ll tell you to stop,” he interjected.
“I’m going to spank you, then,” Wilder explained. “Harder than you’re expecting probably. Tell me when it feels good, okay?”
“All of this feels good,” Merrick mumbled.
“You’ll know what I mean when you get there.”
Wilder spanked him after that, just like he’d promised.
The contact was sharp and loud, and Merrick sucked in a surprised gasp.
Before he could catch his breath, Wilder spanked him again, and again, and again.
Merrick struggled to get air into his lungs, completely overwhelmed by the way his entire body lit up under Wilder’s hand.
It felt good, but it also hurt, and he had no idea what Wilder meant when he said, “You’ll know what I mean. ”
Merrick gritted his teeth and buried his forehead into the couch, and Wilder let go of his wrists.
“Don’t move,” Wilder warned him, and then his hand trailed to the top of Merrick’s back, pressing him into the couch like that, pushing him into a deeper arch. Wilder’s other hand continued to come down against Merrick’s ass, one strike after another after another.
“Breathe,” Wilder told him next. “You can take this. You want this.”
As if to prove his point, Wilder squeezed his thighs around Merrick’s pulsing cock, and everything clicked into place.
He sucked in a wet breath, pulling his face away from the couch in search of fresh air.
Wilder’s hand landed hard against that tender spot where Merrick’s ass met his thigh, and stars burst on the backs of his eyelids, the most beautiful explosions of color he’d ever seen.
“It feels good,” he gasped, body spasming as Wilder continued to spank him. “Oh, it feels…”
“Good,” Wilder finished. “It feels good for me too. You can come if you want to.”
“Need.”
“Mnhm.”
Wilder went at him harder, but Merrick was flying.
He wasn’t sure if he came; he didn’t think it mattered.
It certainly made no difference when Wilder yanked him backward and rubbed his cock across Merrick’s mouth until he opened.
Merrick sucked Wilder into his mouth hungrily, taking him down to the root as another slap landed hard against his ass.
He was soundly back in his body, the angle different this time, but every nerve was alight.
Wilder lifted his hips from the couch and thrust up unto Merrick’s mouth, still spanking, still grabbing and pulling and teasing Merrick’s sweaty skin.
It took less time for him to lose himself the second time, the salty wetness of Wilder’s cock against the roof of his mouth and the bloom of fresh bruises against his ass.
And then the next thing he knew, Merrick’s cheek was on Wilder’s thigh, his entire body curled in on itself while Wilder stroked gentle fingers over Merrick’s tattooed ribs.
“You did so well,” Wilder whispered. “Took that reward like you were born to do it.”
Merrick’s entire body shook, and he flattened a hand against Wilder’s stomach. Wilder was still dressed, except for his exposed and still hard cock.
“I need.”
It was the only thing he could think to say, even though he didn’t know how to end the sentence.
“Tell me. Do you need to come again?”
“Again?”
Wilder hummed and reached down, taking Merrick’s extremely overstimulated dick into his fist.
“I didn’t know.”
“All over your shirt,” Wilder explained, stroking Merrick with a solid grip. Merrick’s whole body swayed with Wilder’s tugs until he was hard again. Hard and leaking and hot in Wilder’s hand. “And my couch.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I like seeing you come. I want…I want to feel you come.”
“If you keep touching me…”
“I meant I want to feel it inside of me,” Wilder interrupted. “I want to feel it leak out of me in the middle of the night.”
Merrick’s cheeks burned, as if somehow the dirty talk from Wilder was the most embarrassing thing that had happened to him all night. Coming untouched all over the couch was certainly nowhere near the top of the list.
“I’ll come inside of you,” he offered, cock leaking more at the thought.
“You’ll get tested,” Wilder said, dragging his thumb across the top of Merrick’s slit. “And you’ll promise me you’re not fucking anyone else.”
“I will,” he answered. “I promise.”
“I will too,” Wilder said, softer than before. “How do you want me, then?”
“I don’t think I can move,” Merrick murmured.
Wilder chuckled and eased Merrick off of his lap until he was flat on his back on the couch. Merrick tried to arrange himself comfortably, but the upholstery hurt his ass and the backs of his thighs, and he grimaced, lifting off the couch with a groan.
“Are you good?”
“Am I bruised?” he asked.
“No.” Wilder held out a hand and helped Merrick to his feet. His knees trembled when he stood, but Wilder kept him steady.
“I’m not?”
“Maybe a few spots on accident, but…I should have asked you first if it was okay to mark you.”
“It’s okay,” he said quickly, which earned him an amused smile.
The two of them made their way down the hall to the bedroom and then Wilder pushed him down onto the bed.
“Is that better on your delicate skin?”
“I want you to bruise me.”
Wilder tugged his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor then went for his pants, discarding them into the pile. He kept on his underwear, even though Merrick could see the wet stain across the front.
“Yeah, but I want to come,” Wilder said, ignoring him with a jerk of his chin. “Sit against the headboard and keep yourself hard.”
A violent shock of arousal flared up Merrick’s spine, and he moved the pillows out of the way to make room at the top of the bed.
Wilder grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand and crawled onto Merrick’s lap.
He put the condom on, a blessing since Merrick’s fingers were barely working.
He poured lube over the top of Merrick’s knuckles.
Merrick stroked himself wet and slippery, fighting back his own pleasure when Wilder reached between his legs and pulled a plug out of his ass.
“Holy shit.”
Wilder arranged himself on Merrick’s lap and sank down with one easy glide, taking Merrick’s whole length on the first try.
They both moaned, Wilder bracing himself with his hands above Merrick’s knees.
God, Wilder knew how to fuck. Merrick had been consumed by it since the first night at Rapture and the newness was nowhere near wearing off.
“Talk to me,” Wilder rasped, righting himself and bringing their faces together. He curled his hand around the back of Merrick’s neck, holding him in place. He set a slow pace on Merrick’s lap, riding him like they had all the time in the world, and in some ways, Merrick supposed they did.
“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered, words caught in his throat.
There was a reason Merrick went for the gag. He didn’t want to talk during sex because he didn’t want to ruin it. He didn’t want to get distracted or spoil the mood for the person he was with, and he told Wilder as much, balancing his hands delicately on Wilder’s hips.
“The only way you could ruin this for me is by not doing what I ask of you. I want you to talk to me while I use you to get myself off, and then I’ll spank you hard enough you shut up and bruise.”
Merrick’s eyes rolled back in his head. He didn’t know what to say, but that hadn’t stopped him before.
He started by detailing the way his body reacted when Wilder spanked him for the first time and ended with explaining the colors of the stars Wilder had made him see.
He paused between words so he could listen to Wilder’s breath catch or so he wouldn’t miss a whimper, but as the minutes passed, it was harder and harder for him to keep himself going.
Words left him, and he dropped his head against the wall, giving himself entirely to the man on his lap who had taken over his body. Wilder came almost immediately after that, a hot spray of cum painting Merrick’s stomach.
“Come with me,” Wilder managed to force the words out as another spray of cum splashed across Merrick’s navel, and that was an instruction he’d have no problem taking to heart.
His orgasm slammed into him violently, with as much force as he’d lost himself on the couch, just different.
Wilder bounced up and down on his lap until a desperate cry filled the bedroom, and he knew without being told it had come from him.
Wilder crawled off of him, and brought Merrick down onto his lap.
With Merrick’s stomach pressed against Wilder’s thighs and the cool cotton sheets, Wilder returned to their earlier spanking.
The contact was harder than it had been before, the intent of Wilder’s fingers clear with each connection.
Merrick had asked to be marked, and Wilder was going to mark him.
One strike after another after another and it hurt.
It did hurt, and Merrick cried, but he did not ask Wilder to stop.
In fact, if Wilder had stopped, Merrick would have begged him to start again.
The deafening crack of skin against skin overtook the staccato drum beat of his heart in his ears, and the corners of his vision started to sparkle and fade into darkness.
“Count these last ones, Merrick. Can you hear me?”
He hummed, nodded, murmured, “Yes, Sir,” because it felt good against his tongue.
Wilder spanked him once against the back of his right thigh and once against the left. Merrick counted them both, and the four more that followed. Wilder spanked him to ten for good measure and then hauled Merrick into his arms and peppered kisses across his tear-stained cheeks and sweaty temples.
Merrick didn’t know when he’d started to cry, only that he could taste the salt on Wilder’s mouth when he pressed their lips together.
He lost himself a third time in Wilder’s arms, listening to all the praise Wilder covered him with.
All Merrick wanted to do was sleep, but Wilder walked him into the bathroom and set him into a bath.
The two of them soaked together, Wilder guiding Merrick’s hand between his legs and lower to help make sure he was fully clean.
“This is your job, right?” Wilder asked.
Merrick nodded, burying his face against the crook of Wilder’s neck and kissing him there.
“It’s my job to use you and take care of you and keep you fucked, yes? And it’s your job to make sure you take good care of your toys, right?”
“Not a toy,” he murmured, fingers ghosting over Wilder’s well-used hole.
“What am I then?” Wilder pulled their joined hands out of the tub and traced Merrick’s fingers along his lower lip before sucking them in and finishing the cleaning.
“Mine,” Merrick whispered. “My Dom.”
Wilder’s teeth were slick against Merrick’s palm when he smiled. “And what are you?”
“Yours.”
Wilder kissed Merrick’s palm then pulled the plug out of the bath. He helped Merrick to his feet and wrapped a towel around his waist. Merrick padded naked back into the bedroom, dropping the towel at the foot of the bed before crawling under the covers and resting his head against a pillow.
“What else are you?” Wilder asked, slipping into bed behind him.
The room was dark and Merrick’s eyes were so heavy.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
“Perfect,” Wilder told him. “My perfect boy. Now go to sleep. I’m going to need you again soon, and I want you rested.”