Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I wrap the belt around my hand and step back to admire the sight before me. His toned body, expertly marked with the tattoos from the most sought-after artists in the world glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, revealing how much this is affecting him.
The desire to dominate consumes me, and I’m losing control, so I take a deep breath and step forward, running the belt up and down the cheeks of his ass, feeling the power inside me as I mark my territory.
As the belt makes contact with his flesh, he lets out a low, guttural moan. I bring the leather down again, harder, and then even harder the next time. Small welts are left behind from my savage lashing, but Merrick likes souvenirs from our play.
Merrick moans again, his words a strained, “Yes, please, more. Give me more.”
With a burst of energy, I increase my pace, the belt biting into his skin but leaving behind a beautiful, intricate pattern.
His body shakes, his breaths shallow and heavy. Merrick’s sounds of discomfort blended with desire are music to my ears, the evidence of a man surrendering not just his body, but his very essence of power and dominance to me.
I need this.
He needs this.
And we’ve stopped trying to figure out why.
This is us.
Unraveling.
Giving in completely.
The lines between pain and pleasure blurred to oblivion.
I reach for the side table by the couch and pull out the lube as I shed my clothing, the time for restraint and patience over.
Merrick remains bent over as I position my slick cock at his entrance, holding my breath for a beat before pushing forward. A gasp escapes Merrick’s lips as I fill him, inch by slow inch. His body tenses around me, drawing a guttural groan from deep within my chest.
I reach for his hand, interlocking our fingers and grounding us both as I push deeper. A hiss escapes through his clenched teeth. His grip on my hand intensifies. It’s a silent plea, a connection only we share.
His body submits to mine, the pleasure visible in his trembling form. The slaps of our bodies colliding fills the room, echoes bouncing off the bare walls of the apartment. Merrick’s moans grow louder, hungrier. He is clenching around me—a clear sign of his impending climax.
“That’s right.” I hum into the shell of his ear, and he shudders beneath me at my praise. “You’re doing so well. Take it all for me.”
I snake my free hand around his abdomen to wrap my fingers around his straining cock, slick with precum. I mirror the thrusts of my hips with slow, torturous pulls on him.
“M-more...” he stammers. I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to.
His ass constricts around me, making me groan loudly, my grip on his cock tightening. Matching his rhythm, I stroke him faster and harder, the coil in my stomach constricting. My own release is fast approaching, the raw need building within me.
“God...yes!” His breaths come out in ragged gasps as his climax washes over him. His seed spills over my hand, an intimate token of our connection—hot and sticky but proof of his surrender to me.
He clenches around me one last time pulling me over the edge with him. I let out a guttural sound that’s halfway between a moan and a growl as I empty myself inside him. Panting heavily, I collapse onto Merrick.
Merrick turns to face me, a satisfying smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes are soft but filled with raw emotion—contentment mixed with a sense of fulfillment that makes my heart swell.
I pull away just as my phone buzzes and lights up on the nearby table. It’s Braken. He wouldn’t call at this hour unless…
I pick up the phone, and before I can even say hello, Braken says, “Can you guys meet me at The Vault? It’s important. Our situation with Fiora Godwin just got a lot fucking worse.”
He hangs up before I can even reply.
“Fuck.”
Chapter 7
Merrick
I’m not happy. I’ve now been awake for twenty-four hours, I just got fucked, and am more than ready to fall into a deep slumber. This little game of playing bodyguards, or stalkers, or saviors, or whatever else we’re supposed to be doing for a Godwin is getting old really fast. And now we are entering The Vault when the only people around are the janitorial crew cleaning from the night’s party—a party that I didn’t even get to fully enjoy because I was too busy freezing my balls off.
“It’s late—or early,” Soren tells Braken as we approach him.
Braken looks about as tired as I feel and is standing behind the bar, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “You’re telling me.” Braken rubs at his red-rimmed eyes, and his gruff voice echoes slightly in the empty, cavernous space. “But this can’t wait. I confirmed some information regarding Fiora.”