At Your Mercy ( Thanos x Reader)

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"Staring isn't polite." Her voice held a mirth that matched the devious look in his light eyes.

"You aren't in a position to make commands, little one." His large warm hands traveled up the back of her thighs. His right hand leaving behind a trail of her previous release as he kneaded her plush thighs.

His gaze never left her womanhood. He had her on his bed, spread open. Wanton. He was a man of patience, though he did enjoy testing his own patience.

He knew he couldn't deny himself of her. She knew it too.

The clinking of her handcuffs brought a smile to his face. It was both wonderful and torturous for her. Being completely at his mercy yet held back from him.

She softly scoffed.

"Hurry up." Her moody voice faltering with need. How long had it been since they started this? Was she in need again so soon after? Perhaps he had been gone too long this last time.

His gaze finally moved to hers.

He didn't speak but held eye contact as he laid a firm smack to her ass.
Her eyes gently closed as her brows bowed.
A breathy sigh leaving her lips.

Now he understood.

She wanted to test his resolve as much as he did.

"That's a warning." His baritone voice carried a smoothness that made her skin cover in goosebumps.

"Give me more." She panted.

"More?" He knew. He always knew. He wanted to hear her say it.

"More warnings. Fuck-Please." She begged. Her eyes opening and a soft needy pout on her face.