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I watch her gaze dip as I crouch on one knee, pulling her thong down and over the dagger on her thigh. Then, I slowly take off her heels, one foot at a time as I keep my gaze lifted and locked with hers.
Before standing back up, I remove the final item from the box. Without her heels, Mercy is a few inches shorter than me,and I take full advantage, looking down my nose at her while I let the leather harness hang from my finger.
“Put it on.”
I could very well do it for her, but the satisfaction of seeing Mercy willingly put herself into this harness without putting up a fight is a memory I will keep burned into my mind forever.
She takes it from my hand with a forceful tug, stepping into both thigh straps and pulling it up to her hips. Wrapping the other strap around her waist, she ties the small buckle with impatient tugs while she flays me with her glare.
My smile only widens.
I circle her like a wolf stalking a lamb.
Taking her arms, I pull them to her back and slip her wrists into the leather cuffs chained to the harness at the base of her hips. The chains are long enough that she has some mobility, but only a few inches on either side.
“There,” I say with a pleased sigh as if I’ve put the final touches on my masterpiece.
Leading her to the middle of the hall so that the mirrors surround us, I face her.
Drool has started to trickle down her chin, and my cock hardens at the sight. Splaying my palm over her chin, I squeeze her cheeks as I push her down.
“On your knees.”
She tries to resist again, her eyes hardening, cheeks flushed, and breathing hard. It gives me a sick thrill, lust burning me from the inside out. She only fights me for a split second, just long enough for me to savor it before she follows my order and drops down to the floor.
The refracted light of the candles dances over her pale skin, and I can’t control the dark chuckle that tumbles out of me, having Mercy at my feet like this.
“Eyes on the floor,” I command as I begin to circle her again, needing to take her in from all angles. I take off my suit jacket as I coo, “Look how sorry you look now.” My voice is wreaked with desire. “Sweet little whore repenting on her knees.”
She lets out a gargled noise through the ball gag, and my cock throbs with greed. “What pretty sounds you make when at my mercy,” I muse mockingly as I take off my shirt, throwing it in the same general direction as my jacket.
Dropping to my knees behind her, I pull her backward against my chest, my movements anything but delicate. “Watch me through the mirror,” I demand harshly.
Her eyes slide up, finding my gaze through the reflecting glass as I grind my hard shaft against her cuffed hands. Her chin is wet and glistening with spit, and I wipe my palm through it before sliding it down her neck and kneading her breasts passionately.
“Are you sorry now?” I ask, lustful disdain dripping from my voice. “Does it keep you awake at night to know you did this to me?” She whimpers as I give her nipple a hard pinch, her lips quivering around the silicone ball. “Sad little Mercy kills men for sport but can’t utter a singular meaningful apology.”
My cock aches but I ignore it. Shoving her forward without any forewarning, I hold on to her harness while her face settles on the ground, her ass lifted in the air.
Taking two of my fingers, I drag them clinically up her cunt. I tsk when I find her soaking wet.
“Filthy girl,” I spit as I slap one of her ass cheeks with the flat of my palm. The sting is almost as delicious as Mercy moaning through the ball gag. I give her another hard spank directly on the same reddening spot. “Is being treated like nothing but a common whore easier than apologizing?” I ask as I salivate at the keening sound she makes.
Smoothing a hand down her spine, I give her a small soothing hush before standing back up to remove the rest of my clothes. I keep my gaze fixed on her weeping cunt as if hypnotized and entranced—I might very well be—while taking my trousers, socks, and shoes off. Kneeling back down, I pull her by the criss-crossed straps over her ass and push my cock into her cuffed hands.
“You feel that, Mercy?” I growl next to her ear.
She moans, her eyes seeking mine through the mirror while her fingers curl around my hard shaft. I shunt my hips up, fucking her tightening grip, and smile like a madman, delirious in my obsession for her.
“You don’t even deserve my cock inside your cunt,” I push out through gritted teeth. “Maybe I should fuck your fists instead.” Curling my arm around her, I yank the strap of the ball gag, her head pulled backward onto my shoulder. My next words come out of a harsh whisper, “Paint my cum all over your perfect ass and leave you aching and sore.”
I listen to one more of her lovely, whimpering moans knowing full well I’m but seconds away from fucking her. Her sounds are so breathtaking to listen to that I almost accept her desperate gargled protests as an apology. Almost.
It nearly makes me wonder who haswhotied up and leashed.
Pulling my cock from her grasp, I drag the head through her arousal, notching myself at her entrance, and then thrust deeply into her. I might as well be the one gagged with the sound I make when her cunt squeezes around me. I fuck her hard but slow, relishing the long drag of my cock and the tortured mewl when I push back deep into her.
I watch her in the mirror, never once glancing at my own reflection, a pink blush crawling over her cheeks and chest.
