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  He followed at a crawl, spotlighting her path, trying to make up for his lapse in manners. Mercy's steps didn't slow, but did shift into a nice sway of her hips, beckoning him onward, enticing him, making his cock feel as if it hadn't been fucked in centuries. He was being lured, not kicked to the curb. The knowledge tightened his balls. He wanted to jump out and take her hard on the hood of her car.

  Ike stopped his car and idly stroked his penis as she slipped inside her silver Accord. He imagined her mouth surrounding him, sucking him during the drive back to her place. One hand would be buried in her thick, long hair, holding her in place while she pleasured him. If she dared pull away, that same hand could quickly lash out and warm her naked bottom.

  He reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. God, what did she have planned for him tonight? This was a woman who could give as good as she got. Once on her turf, would she take charge of him? He prayed so and pulled in a shaky breath.

  It'd been too long since he'd been at someone's...um...mercy. Those women he'd dated who liked a good spanking balked at the idea of returning the favor. And while they might want things shoved up their own asses, there was no way in hell he could convince any of them to go near his. Mercedes Suazo promised to be different. She could definitely talk the talk. Now if only she could deliver, she truly would be a dream come true.

  The rear lights clicked on. His breath caught as a shiver coiled up from his testicles. He wanted her tongue now. He wanted the taste of her pussy on his lips while she warmed his ass. He wanted everything.

  Ike forced his hand from his crotch and wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel as Mercedes pulled out of her parking spot. A blast of cool air from his open window kept his libido in check as he followed her home. Mercy kept a steady pace, never too far away and clearly signaling each turn she made. He felt like an animal tracking a female in heat. His mouth watered for want of her. His brain... It was a wonder Ike was able to drive--all his blood was in his groin. He sure as hell couldn't think beyond what he hoped the rest of the night would bring.

  Hard breaths puffed from his mouth with every mile they put behind them. When Mercy led them beyond the rush of traffic and into a quiet residential area, blood roared in his ears with the pulse of anticipation. Somehow, he forced himself to pay attention to where they were going, so he'd not only be able to leave the warren of winding roads, but so he'd be able to return as well.

  Nothing unique stood out about this neighborhood. It could have been any of the thousands that occupied the suburbs ringing Los Angeles. Ike did get a sense of privacy here, though. Houses were farther apart than in newer subdivisions. Hedges and fences divided each one, making for good neighbors, too. In the dark, everything looked neat, orderly. Every door was the portal to the secrets inside.

  A garage door yawned open at the next house. Mercy pulled her car into it. Ike eased to a stop in the driveway, watching the door slowly descend. A sliver of light suddenly appeared through a gap in the living room drapes. Seconds later, the front door opened. Mercy's figure was silhouetted against the light. She leaned into the doorjamb, waiting.

  Ike shoved his door open and swung from the car. The slam of the door echoed through the neighborhood. He was already halfway up the sidewalk, his penis trying its best to lead the way. Mercy backed away as he neared, her sensual smile beckoning him forward. He watched, mesmerized through a red haze of lust, as her dress fell to the floor. She stepped from it like a goddess walking from a golden pool. Her heels were gone, as were the pantyhose. The only thing under the dress was woman. No tan marks or blemishes marred her smooth skin. Her nipples were chocolate brown, puckered from a combination of cool air and hot, horny female. Dark hair marked the valley of her thighs, but he knew beyond that it was smooth, satiny, and damn wet.

  He clicked the door shut behind him and locked it while he passed a worshipful gaze down her curvy body. "You are a striking woman, Mercy."

  "It's nice to be appreciated."

  "I plan to appreciate you as much as I can."

  Her nipples hardened all the more. Ike swore he could smell her arousal fill the air, or maybe it had been forever imprinted on him from their earlier encounter. With a glance, he shifted his attention to the rest of the room, decorated in burgundies and creams with hints of evergreen woven in. Sensual, warm, it was as inviting as the woman now sprawled in the big double-wide chair.

  Mercy spread her legs, then parted her labia with her fingers. Her pussy gleamed with her juices, plump and ripe for tasting. Ike undressed slowly, taking the time to enjoy the view while he draped each piece of clothing over the back of her sofa. He retrieved his last condom from his trouser pocket, ripped it open, and rolled it over his erection.

  "I presume you have more of these?"

  "I do." She dipped her finger into the well of her cunt, then drew it out and brought it to her lips.

  Ike clamped his hand over her wrist before she could put the digit in her mouth, and licked it clean. "Now that's what I'd call nectar of the gods."

  Her breasts quivered. Her eyes glazed over.

  "I want to eat your pussy and fuck it at the same time." He placed her arm on the chair and cupped her breasts, scouring his palms over the hard nipples until she writhed beneath. With each pass, he spread her legs farther apart. His cock nudged the cleft of her pussy, raking over the wet slit. The feel of her clit brushing his frenulum brought his climax to the edge. He clenched his jaw against orgasm and yanked away from her heat to keep from coming.

  Resting on his heels, Ike rubbed his thumbs in hard circles down to her thighs. Mercy scooted to the edge of the cushion, draping her legs over the armrests. He traced her labia, marveling at how her ruby red clit swelled for attention. He slid his fingers into the valleys on either side of it, watching it rise even higher as it deepened in color.

  "If I spanked you now, could you come without this?" He flicked his finger against her clit.

  Mercy's hips bolted up with her cry. He eased two fingers into her molten core, pumping her slow and deep until her juices trickled down her crack. He slid free and down to the tight hole below, plunging in without hesitation.

  Guttural cries tore from her throat. Her hands clenched and unclenched on her knees, trying to pull herself more open for him. Ike jammed his thumb into her pussy and touched it to the fingers on the other side of the thin membrane. Slowly, he rubbed down and up. Mercy jerked her hips, begging for "More, more, more."

  He lowered his head, blowing over every part of her he intended to taste. Mercy jerked with the first touch of his tongue to her labia. He toyed with her while the finger-fucking continued, suckling over one plump lip and then the other. He flashed his tongue around the periphery of her clit, but never touched it directly, and explored where his thumb and fingers plundered her.

  "Damn it." Mercy dug her fingers into his hair and nailed his head in place. "Suck it."

  Smiling, he wrapped his lips around her clit. Its pulse greeted him, and his heartbeat quickly matched the rhythm. So did the throb in his dick. He rolled the swollen flesh around. Her groans sent shock waves through his system, yanking away what little control he had left.

  Ike fucked her harder, wishing his arm had the same thrust as his hips. Her juices coated his face and hand. He looped his tongue over her, teasing her clit until it felt like a fire-heated stone. Her muscles tensed. She tossed one leg over his shoulder, nailing him in place with her heel, while her fingers spasmed in his hair.

  Ike dug his free hand into the cushion to keep from stroking his cock. Her orgasm started as a low growl deep in her chest and exploded into a cry that scored his soul. He whimpered from the need to join her. She shuddered with her release. When the moment passed, she sagged into the chair.

  He gave her no time to relax. Groaning with need, Ike grabbed her hips and rolled her over. Mercy didn't hesitate. Forearms braced on the cushion, she curled her fingers around the edges and spread her knees on the carpet.

  Ike fis
ted his cock in one hand while the other lifted her hips higher. He entered her to his balls in a single thrust that jerked her head up and had her arching into him like a cat.

  He smoothed his hand over her soft belly, down to her soaking pussy, and clamped onto her clit. He fucked like a man gone wild, heedless of anything but the pleasure. Fingers circled over her clitoris, spurred on by his and Mercy's joint moans. His cock got harder with every pivot, demanding he go faster, harder, deeper. Her cunt clutched him like a vise, sucking him into nirvana.

  Ike felt the heat pool in his back, weighing his testicles down, even while they hugged the base of his dick. Tickles and shocks zinged along the length of it, signaling the rush. He wanted to come. He wanted to wait. He wanted to crawl inside her and never leave.

  Jism shot from him, blocking out everything else. On some level, he knew she'd come again. He could feel her muscles contracting around his penis. He rocked into the release and then sank into the aftermath.

  They eased onto the floor and into each other's arms. He loved how her hair draped his chest, how she nestled in the cove of his body. Mercy pulled up a little and cupped his cheek. Dark eyes assessed him, looking like shimmering pools at midnight. Ike longed to dive into them. She placed the simplest of kisses over his mouth. "Now that you've had your way with me..."

  Chapter 4

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  That Mercy's legs could function after the fucking Ike had given her was a wonder. Crawling under the covers with him tucked beside her almost won out. But for him to spend the night in her bed risked her heart. Mercy refused to let that happen until he'd been fully indoctrinated. As things stood, her heart was already starting to skip down that path. She let it play, with a stern warning she was prepared to yank it back into place if things started to go downhill.

  "Come." She laced her fingers through his and gave a gentle tug. Ike glided to his feet, blue eyes smoldering with banked fire.

  "Your bedroom?"

  "Nope." She brushed her hand down his smooth chest, marveling at the muscle that quivered beneath her touch. "Few men have earned the right to share my bed."

  He tilted his head slightly. Puzzlement brought his eyebrows closer, or was that curiosity?

  "We're going to my playroom." She tweaked his nipple. The other one hardened in sympathy. "It's time to regenerate you."

  The words alone roused his cock. She smiled when it pushed, semi-hard, against her pussy. Stamina was always a plus. At this rate, Mercy was wondering if she'd finally found a man who could out-fuck her.

  Tucking their clasped hands at the small of her back, Mercy led him toward the basement stairs. Ike's steps never faltered. Motion detector lights clicked on when she opened the door. Rich wood paneling below beckoned. Soon he'd discover what treasures that paneling hid from casual company.

  "This is magnificent," he said when they got to the bottom of the stairs.

  "Thank you."

  Mercy had always loved it down here. It was large enough to be an apartment all its own. A full bathroom was right beneath the one upstairs. A regulation pool table and stereo system were on one side of the room. The built-in bar marked the transition to the living area. Here she'd arranged two long sofas with matching chairs. They were black with splashes of color that looked like fireworks against a midnight sky. The off-white carpeting contained those same colors. This was where she entertained. The room beyond--the one accessed through a secret door in the paneling--was where she played.

  She released Ike's hand and walked toward it. He followed without question, his penis still semi-flaccid. Reaching behind the TV console, Mercy flipped the lever. The door popped free. She shoved it open the rest of the way and ushered him inside.

  "Watch your step."

  He looked down at the six-inch-high step up into the room, then walked in, eyes wide with anticipation before dimming with what she guessed was disappointment.

  At first glance, Mercy knew the private bedroom seemed innocuous. The most "shocking" thing readily apparent was the California-king bed across the room. Ike had to realize the significance of the spindle head and footboards, especially since lengths of black silk were tied there. The black really stood out against the golden bedspread.

  A black lacquer cabinet to their right held the toys, all sterilized and ready after her last session with Trent and Robert. To the unknowing eye, it was a wardrobe cabinet. The door beside it led to a smaller bathroom.

  No carpet padded their footsteps--cum was a bitch to clean from carpet. Slats of wood-like laminate covered the floor, and a suspended ceiling provided ambient light. All very innocent on the surface.

  Smiling, Mercy opened the control box near the door and pressed a button. Panels in the floor released. "Care to help me?"

  She knelt and folded the hinged slat back. Nestled inside were two eight-foot two-by-fours. She pulled one up by its leather handle and locked it upright. More straps dangled from it. Pulleys enabled a shorter partner to hoist the taller one's wrists into position.

  Ike's cock snapped to attention as he locked the other two-by-four into place. The frame was now flush with the floor. "Nice." Smiling, he fingered one of the soft leather straps. "Did you make it?"

  "I designed the concept." She paced around him, trailing her fingers over his skin. Goose bumps flared to life. "Two friends helped with the construction and installation. Ready to try it out?"

  "I thought you'd never ask." He positioned himself inside the frame. If that wasn't proof enough of his eagerness, the pre-cum collecting at the tip of his penis backed up his actions.

  Mercy wrapped the wide, butter-soft straps around his wrists, then hoisted his arms into place on the struts. His torso muscles stretched with him, creating butterfly wings under his arms, heightening the strength that rippled along his ribs, forming a perfect V down to his erection.

  He widened his stance, and she noticed the hitch in his breath when she fastened his ankles in place.

  "You have beautiful feet," she told him.

  "Thank you." The words ended on a sigh as she kneaded her thumb over his toes, then along the bones to his ankle.

  The blond hair dusting his legs looked like spun gold and was soft as silk. Mercy brushed her hands slowly up and down his calves. There was strength here as well. This was a man who definitely took care of himself. Leaning forward, she rubbed her cheek over his leg.

  Yes, very soft.

  She tickled her tongue into the divot behind his knee. When he gasped, she felt the shiver that rolled up his thigh. Glancing up at the pendulous sac dangling between his legs, Mercy stalked toward a new target. The musky scent of aroused male greeted her. His cock thrust up higher. Pre-cum trickled down the underside.

  She lapped her tongue upward, catching the droplet while she nestled her breasts high against his scrotum. Ike jerked his hips, seeking more with a whimpered moan. Mercy ignored his request and eased back to her original goal.

  His balls were tighter now, hugging his body. She looped thumb and forefinger around the top and gently pulled down. Holding them in place, she suckled at one and then the other, then dragged her tongue between them. Gasps and moans rained down on her.

  "I'm glad you like that." She spoke close to his sac so he'd feel the vibration of the words. "What about this?"

  She cupped his erection, smearing fresh pre-cum over the length, while her other hand toyed with his rectum. Mercy circled harder with every stroke, giving him fair warning she was preparing to dive deeper. Hand wrapped tight around his cock, she licked his scrotum and shoved two fingers inside, right to his prostate.

  Ike thrashed against his restraints. She felt the nerve that signaled orgasm twitch in his erection and squeezed hard with her free hand, choking it off.

  He bowed into the orgasm, crying out at the release that wasn't. He sagged limply in his bonds in the aftermath, heaving deep breaths. Mercy licked up his full erection and then eased away, giving him a moment to recover while she retrieved a few toys. He lifted hi
s head when he heard the cabinet door open.

  She selected the chamois flogger first and draped it around his neck. The soft ends danced over one of his nipples. The hard handle rasped against the other. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. Mercy could feel his gaze locked onto her, expecting that she'd return for more toys. Instead, she walked to the bed and snagged two black silk scarves. She threaded them through her fingers as she stalked back toward him.

  With her gaze locked with his, she caught Ike's cock in the sling of one scarf and sawed it over his length. He tossed his head back and shoved his hips forward. She knotted it around the base of his penis and let the ends tickle his thighs.

  "Now you match this room perfectly." She combed her fingers through his blond pubic hair. "Black and gold. Rich. Sinfully delicious." She cupped his sac and knelt before him once more. They tightened with her touch. Again, she coaxed his testicles down and gently, but firmly, tied the second scarf at the top. She feathered the edges also over his thighs, smiling when the hairs stood on end.

  "I'd bet you'd really like to come right now, wouldn't you?" she said against his balls.

  "Yes," he groaned out.

  "Soon," she purred, stroking his thighs with her breasts and his erection with her hand.

  Ike rocked into the attention. Mercy let him have his way for a few seconds, then returned to her cabinet. The condoms were right next to the cock rings. Taking one of each, she sauntered back to Ike. She swore his penis offered itself to her.

  "It's a shame to have to cover such a beautiful cock," she said. One rip opened the packet. She slid the condom in place and followed it with the hard rubber ring.

  Lost in whatever pleasure was drifting through him, Ike groaned and wiggled his hips. Mercy grabbed the flogger handle and slithered it off his shoulders, trailing it over his erection. He thrust into it. She snapped away, whipping the flogger between his legs. The lashes kissed his back and buttocks.