His Broken Submissive : Mercy

29 Tell Me

"Run." Jonathan's gaze darkens as looks down at me.

My heart starts to race as excitement courses through me. I back off his lap, keeping my gaze locked on his as his grin grows.

"I'll even make you a deal kitten," he says, his voice husky and thick as he shifts, getting ready to spring after me.

"Oh?" I whisper, buying time as I scan my surroundings.

"Make it to the back door, and you're free."

His offer catches my attention, giving me a glimmer of hope, however fleeting. I only have to get to the kitchen... just downstairs and around the corner... so close and yet so far away.

"Three. Two-"

I don't even wait for Jonathan to get to one and bolt, surging past him as I race out of the bedroom. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I reach out to break my collision with the door frame and bound down the hall.

"One!" Jonathan calls from the bedroom and I hear his heavy footsteps coming up fast behind me. "Your ass is mine kitten!"

His threat has me flying down the stairs and crashing into the foyer. I hiss as the impact jars my body, pulling on the chains. A triumphant smile slips on my lips as my foot makes contact with the cold kitchen tiles.

My heart drops as Jonathan wraps his arms around my waist, stopping me dead in my tracks. He twists and pulls me with him, using my momentum against me to pin me against the foyer wall.

He slaps my ass hard and makes me gasp. "Almost kitten," he taunts, giving my butt a rough squeeze.

I shift and squirm in his grip, managing to break free once more. Jonathan is too fast and catches my wrist before I can bolt.

I'm too close to give up and claw at his fingers, trying to pry them from my wrist. He takes the chance to grab my other wrist and tugs me towards the living room.

I grunt and strain against him, struggling to break free but he's too strong. All I can manage is to trip and fall butt first on the carpet. I gasp as the plug shifts in me and groan as I try to crawl away.

Jonathan's on me in an instant, grabbing my ankle and dragging me back towards him. I yelp and claw at the carpet to no avail as he crawls over top of me.

I growl in frustration as he flips me over and pins me with his larger frame. No matter what I try he won't budge.

He grunts as he forces his leg between mine and wraps a hand around my throat, holding me down. Jonathan squeezes slightly reminding me who's in control. The feral look in his eyes makes my core tighten in anticipation.

His free hand slips between us and finds my clit and starts to stoke my already heightened body up to an inferno. I bite my lip to keep from moaning but feel myself losing the fight.

"Look how wet you are," he murmurs, slipping his fingers deep into my core. My body betrays me, yielding to him, and giving him better access. "Soaking wet...Look how turned on you are, hmm?"

His words make my cheeks heat and my core quiver. He's right and knows it, and more so, the lust swirling in his eyes tells me he loves it too.

My thoughts are cut short as his lips capture mine. Long gone is the teasing brush of his lips on mine as he devours mine. My head spins as he pinches my clit, earning a moan to get access to deepen the kiss further. I nip his lip hard enough to make him pull back and arch a brow in warning.

"Bad girl," he growls. Faster than I can comprehend he turns my head and attacks my neck, licking, kissing and nipping along every sensitive inch, reducing me to a panting, moaning mess. My body aches for more, every nerve ending is on edge, begging for release.

I make one last-ditch attempt, digging my nails into his chest to push him off but he just leans in closer, pressing his chest against mine. He bites the sensitive junction on my shoulder near my neck, making me cry out and try to squirm away.

"I have teeth too kitten," he warns, then tenderly kisses the spot, drawing a sensual whimper from me.

Jonathan is done holding back and forces my thighs open and shifts between them. His hand moves from my throat to my chest as he keeps me pinned. I wrap my hands around his wrist but it's futile, I can't break free. Without warning he lines up and thrusts hard, sheathing himself fully.

I let out a strangled cry, struggling to reposition myself. With the added pressure from the larger plug, I feel stretched to the max. Jonathan rocks his hips and groans then thrusts again, stealing the very air from my lungs.

My eyes roll back as this utter fullness overwhelms me, leaving me senseless. Jonathan doesn't relent, instead, he picks up the pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.

I don't even recognize the sounds coming from me as he plows into me. My mind is washed blank, focused solely on the euphoric mix of pleasure in pain as I race to my peak. He grunts and shifts his grip palming one of my breasts and making me cry out. My core knots impossibly tight but he shows no sign of slowing down.

"S-Si-Sir," I stutter, struggling to form words as he takes his pleasure from my body. "P-Pl-ea-ase." My whimpers fall on deaf ears, he just leans down and his mouth latches on to the other breast leaving me seeing stars.

"Oh G-god!" I cry out, feeling myself about to break. "Jo-na-than!" Tears well in my eyes from the strain of holding back.

Jonathan pauses and looks down at me, tenderly wiping my cheek. "Look at you, all needy and desperate," he murmurs.

"I need to come," I beg but he just shakes his head. "Please, please let me come!"

He grinds his hips against mine, inching me closer to the edge. My eyes roll back earning a satisfied grunt.

"Please," I gasp out, feeling myself begin to teeter on the edge.

"Tell me what you need kitten, tell me how bad you need it," he growls. My cheeks heat as I struggle to find the words. Jonathan frowns at my delay and shakes his head.

"Oh my god!" I cry as he withdraws, threatening to rob me of my impending orgasm. "Please! Please don't leave me like this!" I beg, feeling my eyes water once more as my budding high begins to recede. "Please!"

"Please what?" he asks, like he can't see me breaking. He hovers over me and leans in close to whisper. "Tell me what you need."

I groan, knowing he wants me to beg. The stubborn side of me wants to refuse but at this point, I'm so desperate for release I would do anything.

"I need to come Sir," I whimper, frustrated tears slip down my cheeks as he does nothing and my orgasm evaporates. "Please!"

"Please what?" he repeats with a pointed look that makes my cheeks burn.

"Fuck me!" I blurt out, feeling my whole body heat. "Pl-"

Hearing what he wanted he picks up where he left off, driving me on the line of delirium. I wrap my arms around him, hanging on for dear life as I race to my peak in record time.

"Come for me." My body obeys instantly, shattering around him. He groans, nearing his own peak as my core quivers and pulses around him. I buck and writhe under him as my release courses through me, drawn out by his punishing pace as he pounds out his own.

I gasp like a fish out of water on the edge of consciousness. My body feels like a puddle of jello, utterly boneless. Jonathan rolls off and lays beside me as he catches his own breath. We lay in comfortable silence as we come down until Jonathan makes a move to get up.

Before I can register what's happening he's gently tugging me to my feet. I wince feeling aches all over my body but follow his lead as he guides me over to the plush chair that we curl up in to watch tv. I smile picturing it and sigh in relief as I move to take a seat.

Jonathan's grip on the back of my collar stops me and guides me over to stand behind it. My brows knit together at a total loss for what he wants. I look over my shoulder and am met with his hungry gaze.

"One more."