Page 51 of Mercy
“Yes.”
“Ask me, properly and I’ll make you come.”
“Please make me come, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He slides his hand inside my panties and presses hard on my clit, rubbing it exactly the way I like.
“How does that feel?”
“So, fucking good, Daddy. So good. Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, baby girl, come for me.”
My body jerks as my orgasm absorbs me.
He takes his hand out of my panties and licks my arousal off his fingers. I’m still not sure why, but that is so sexy. But everything he does arouses me. Every glance, touch, and sound is all as if it was manufactured only for me.
We pull into the garage, and he opens my door for me, always the gentleman.
“I’m going to make you something to eat.” He walks into the kitchen, and I stand at the island watching him.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” he asks.
“I’m getting a tattoo.”
“Absolutely not. No fucking way, Mercy.”
“I was not asking for permission, Liam.”
“I said no. I meant it.”
I grab the counter with a death grip, my irritation growing by the second. “This is not your choice.”
He sighs audibly, “Baby, if you want a tattoo, you can get a tattoo but not right now. If you get one now you cannot go into Ivy’s room until it’s completely healed. It’s dangerous. I won’t risk losing you.”
“What?”
He rubs his fingers across his jaw, “It’s not about the tattoo. Ivy’s infection is very contagious. If there’s an opening in your skin, you could get it. So please don’t fight me on this.”
Well now I feel like an idiot.
“Oh, I didn’t know a tattoo could cause infection. Maybe next time you could lead with that.”
After he serves the beef stir fry, onto two plates he brings them to the table.
“Thank you,” I say as I sit down.
I take a bite of food, and it’s delicious. Is there anything this man can’t do?
We sit eating mostly in silence because we are both so exhausted.
He takes the plates and cleans up the kitchen, I stare at him, my mouth watering.
“Don’t look at me like that, we aren’t having sex.”
I pout, “Why?”
