Page 2 of Mercy
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LIAM
I lie in bed thinking about the woman at the bar. I asked Xander about her, but he told me she starts working at the hospital tomorrow, so to leave her alone. I think his words were, ‘Keep your dick out of the workplace.’ I know he’s not wrong. It’s never a great idea to tie up and spank your co-workers into submission. He knows what I’m like. We’ve known each other since ninth grade when he moved to the Pocono Mountains. I don’t do relationships other than sexual ones. Love is not a word I’ve ever uttered, other than to my son since his mother died twenty-three years ago. The darker side of sex appeals to me. I’m not gentle. It’s not something I’m even capable of. She’s too young for me, and I know that. Yet, when I saw what she did to that fucking cupcake, I nearly lost my damn mind. I need to see my cum on her lips in the worst fucking way.
When I was in medical school, I went to a therapist, she said I needed to change my treatment of women, no more spanking or controlling behavior. Fuck that. I’m fine just the way I am. For the record, I don’t beat women. Spank, maybe, but I’d never really hurt them, well, at least not without consent. I do, however, fuck them. Normally, only once because the women frequently make that choice, 'you're too rough.' I’ve never found a woman that can match my sexual appetite.I know at the age of forty I probably never will. If it were going to happen it would’ve happened by now.
Xander said to leave her alone. But fuck, I can’t get those eyes out of my mind. Dark, seductive, hazel-they drew me in and wouldn’t let go. I couldn’t avert my gaze as hard as I tried. And that body, fuck me, it was ravishing. She appeared to be about five-eight, wearing a naughty nurse costume, it’s what all the waitresses wear but fuck she made it look so hot, her long creamy legs pulled my attention from my friend, her tits spilling out the top, begging for my tongue. It’s her face that did me in, those stunning eyes that I could get lost in for days, those pouty lips, and even her fucking cheekbones are sexy. I’m not sure that I’ve ever been more attracted to a woman in my life. She looked young. I know I need to leave her alone. But that doesn’t stop my hand from reaching into my boxer shorts and pulling my cock out.
She walks up to me in the empty bar; I’m standing beside a table when she asks me what I’d like to drink. “What do you want to drink?” I ask her. She takes her lip between her perfect teeth before responding, “You, Daddy.” My shock is apparent. “Excuse me?” I ask her. “Every single drop,” she smiles seductively. Kneeling in front of me, she undoes my pants and takes my cock out, gazing up at me from under her thick lashes. She licks the pre-cum from the head of my dick while moaning appreciatively before taking me inch by inch into her throat. I slide my hands into her dark waist-length hair, winding it in my fists, pulling hard as she slides my length down her throat, and whimpers. Tears stream down her cheeks as she gags, but I don’t let up; I keep fucking her perfect mouth.
I stroke myself faster. I’m so close as I think about shooting my seed down her beautiful throat. A few more pumps and cum shoots onto my stomach, as I convulse with the best orgasm I’ve had in years, by my own fucking hand, thinking about this mystery woman. She is driving me fucking crazy and I don’t even know her name.Maybe I like the mystery. I could have very easily asked Xander her name, but I didn’t.
Two
LIAM
Waking up the next morning,I do what I do every day. I head down to my gym in the basement to work out my frustrations of life.
As music blasts in my earbuds, I adjust my stance for my next round of shoulder presses. I move to the beat of the music, oblivious to the world around me. Anyone who knows me knows not to disturb me when I work out. Everyone except my son Nash. He knows better, but he just doesn’t care. It’s always about what dad can do for him, everything is always about Nash. An earbud gets yanked from my ear. I set the weight down and spin around with a glare.
“Nash.”
“Dad,” he nods at me.
“What is it? What do you want now?” I say, pausing my music.
I know I sound cold towards my only child, but he infuriates me, to say the least. If he’s here, it’s not to see his father. There’s only one reason Nash shows his face these days, he wants something.
He laughs, “I wanted to talk to you.”
“What do you need money for this time?”
Reaching to my right, I grab a towel from my towel rack and wipe the sweat from my brow.
“I don’t need money. I want to have a party.”
“So have a party, you have your own apartment, you don’t need my permission.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, “No, I want to have it here.”
“Why?”
“Well, it’s summer, and you can’t have a pool party in an apartment without a pool.”
I sigh as I run my hand through my hair, “A bunch of kids at my house, I don’t know.”
“Dad, I’m twenty-three. We aren’t kids anymore. We’re adults.”
I roll my eyes; he certainly doesn’t act like an adult. He lives off daddy’s money and has never worked a day in his life. These visits normally involve him asking for more money. I pay for his apartment, car, food, utilities, everything, but somehow, it’s never enough.
“How many people?”
“Thirty for the party, but I thought that a few of us could stay from Thursday until Tuesday after it’s done.”
“How many are a few?”
“Three.”
