Page 52 of Mercy
“You need sleep, that’s why.”
Standing behind him in the kitchen, I run my nails down his back, he shivers. “Temptation is my specialty, doctor.”
Turning so he’s facing me, his tongue darts out, sliding against his bottom lip, “You tempt me every fucking day. There is never a second I don’t want to be inside your beautiful cunt. But my need to take care of you, outweighs my need to fuck you. Be a good girl and do what Daddy says. Good girls always get rewarded. Bad girls get punished. Do you want to be rewarded, baby girl? Or do you want me to bend you over and spank you until your skin is blood red?”
His words take every ounce of breath from my lungs. I nod and whisper, “I’ll be good.”
“Good girl,” he says, and every inch of my body is like a live wire. Two fucking words, that’s all it takes.
I follow him to his bedroom, and he gets a t-shirt from his drawer, “Put this on. I can’t have your naked body pressed against me and not fuck you.”
We both get ready for bed and after I brush my teeth, I come out and find him already lying on the mattress looking like a fucking king. He’s wearing nothing but gray boxers and he looks delicious.
Good girls get rewarded.
I don’t know what the reward is, but I do know that I want it. So, I crawl into bed beside him, pressing my face into his neck, and I kiss him softly, “Goodnight, Daddy.”
He groans, “Goodnight, baby girl.”
Eighteen
MERCY
Eight Weeks Later…
It’s been a difficult two months to say the very least. Ivy went through twelve surgeries in three weeks. Then the skin grafts. I could hear her screams in the hallway. It was the most emotional pain I’ve been through since my sister died. Everything in me wanted to run in and make them stop hurting this precious child, but of course, that was not an option. Sometimes, I have nightmares about it, but I always wake up to Liam soothing me in some way. Then there was the CPS visit which Ivy was less than pleased about. She was upset but after a few weeks she returned to her former self, sweet little Ivy. Her mother still hasn’t tried to see her.
Other than the fact that Ivy is in the hospital, my life is perfect. I have a job I love, and the man of my dreams in my bed. Everything between us is simply amazing.
The sex of course is hot as hell, and he treats me like gold. He hasn’t asked me to move in with him, but he hasn’t asked me to leave either. I spend every night in his bed which is exactly how I want it. I’m not sure if I could even fall asleep without him at this point.
Today I sit with Ivy in her room waiting for Liam to come in with her PET Scan results. She went months without cancer treatment, so the results might be devastating. We’ve watched nearly every princess movie onDisney Plusat this point. So, we are rewatchingFrozen,as we wait.
“I love this part,” she beams and quotes,“That’s no blizzard, that’s my sister,”she giggles. This little girl's giggle is everything good in this world. It makes my heart full when I hear it.
Liam walks in the room and winks at me, my heart fucking gallops.
“Dr. L,” Ivy screams.
“Hi, Princess, may I sit?” She balls her hands into fists as if she’s bracing for the impact of his words and nods at him.
He takes a seat, holding her chart in his hands and both of our hearts.
“WELL?” she says loudly.
He chuckles, “Well, your treatment was quite effective. I’m so pleased with the results. But we still need to do another round of treatment.”
“I’m not going to die?” she asks.
Shaking his head at her he states, “Nope. Not a chance, not on my watch.”
“Mercy, check your text messages, please.”
I nod, “I was busy watching a movie.”
I fetch my purse and pull out my phone and see a text message from Liam.
Daddy: Ivy’s mother lost custody.
