His Mercy

14. At his Mercy

A/N Trigger warning, sexual acts.

The sound of him putting black latex gloves on sent my mind into overdrive. Why would he need them? How messy is this going to get?

My ankles were cuffed and spread to the foot of the bed. If my hands weren't locked above my head, I could sit down. The window must be open because I felt a gust of wind hitting my back, causing me to shudder.

"Nervous?" he teased. He was standing by the dog cage, there was now a table that wasn't there before. On it he had all sorts of things, none of them good.

"P-please, Sir...you-you don't have to do th-this.."

Even though it was cold here, making my nipples hard, I was starting to sweat.

"A part of me likes the way you beg" he started walking closer to me. He stopped in front of me, his hand stroked over my side, giving me even more goosebumps.

"P-please" I don't care how humiliating this is, I can't handle another punishment.

He smiled, like we were having a moment. He was wearing a dark long sleeve shirt, his messy hair covering part of his eyes.

"Plea-" his glove covered fingers pressed on my lips.

"Do I need to gag you before we start?"

I shook my head.

"Lets test that theory, are you going to be a good girl for me?"

On instinct I shook my head yes before muttering the words.

This made him smile. "Open your mouth for me"

"What?"

His palm hit my face faster than I could prepare for. I then felt him grab my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"Let's try this again Lily"

His eyes bore into me, his other hand cupped my cheek. "Open"

I did.

A sob escaped my lips first but I eventually opened my mouth. I don't know what I was expecting. He seemed satisfied with just the fact I followed his order.

"Now keep it open"

His thumb then stroked over my bottom lip.

"What are you-"

He slapped me again.

"What did I just say Lily?" he said calmly.

His other hand was still holding my hair.

Before I could explain, he pulled harder and cupped my chin.

"Open, now"

As soon as I did, he shoved three fingers down my throat. I choked immediately but his fingers didn't budge.

"Relax Lily, give in. You can still breathe if you stop struggling"

I pulled on the rope holding my wrists, my body trying to jerk away from him but it was useless. His fingers were still deep in my throat. My last resort was to scream but I couldn't. My vision blurred as tears started to form.

I just want this to stop.

"Lily, relax" I heard him say.

A sob escaped me and he finally removed his fingers.

I coughed out, if I'd had any food in my stomach I would've thrown it up.

"Lets try this again"

"N-no please.."

But before I could beg any more he pulled on my hair and shoved his fingers down my throat again.

This time I tried to stay calm. He moved them around, triggering my choking again.

When he released me, I cried out again.

"Pl-please, I can't do this.." I breathed out.

His hands cupped my face, our foreheads suddenly touching.

I immediately closed my eyes.

"The punishment hasn't even begun Lily" he whispered.

His voice was soft, it was oddly comforting. Even though my throat was starting to hurt, I still found myself leaning into him. Wanting his comfort more than anything.

"Lets try this again" his right hand moved in front of my mouth and like a dog, I parted my lips.

His fingers slipped inside and my body tensed up again, pulling at my binds.

"Breathe, Lily" he started to whisper again, his breath fanning my face.

"Relax your throat, just breathe slowly through your nose"

His fingers then went further down, I did my best, trying so hard to relax. Tears welled in my eyes and I noticed him moving his left hand.

He's going to slap me again.

I flinched away and closed my eyes, the tears escaping.

But the hit never came.

Instead he stroked a few strands away from my face, I heard him shushing me, trying to calm me down while he slowly moved his finger in and out of my throat.

After a few moments he stopped. I was breathing slowly, his fingers still in my mouth.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" he smiled.

I couldn't answer, I didn't even dare to try.

He then moved his fingers from my mouth, my saliva coating his black latex gloves.

Was that the punishment? Tormenting my throat?

He looked over his wet glove, analysing it.

"Do you think it's wet enough?" he asked, holding his wet fingers in front of my face.

"Wh-what?"

He smiled, and before I could ask again, I felt his fingers stroke over my entrance.

"No, no please"

His other hand covered my mouth, my cries muffled once again.

My feet were tied to the bed, there was no way I could close them. I was fully at his mercy.

It was like my mind went blank, all I could feel were his hand over my mouth, his fingers teasing my folds. He rubbed, he touched, he went inside. His smile grew, like he was enjoying this. I stood there still, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.

It wasn't until he was fully fingering me that I felt the need to pee.

"Wait-" I tried to say but his hand pressed harder over my mouth and he went faster.

I struggled, the feeling growing by the second. I felt my wetness running down my thighs, the knot in my stomach needing to explode. My knees went weak and if it weren't for my binds, I would've fallen to the floor.

I cried out when I couldn't take it anymore. I felt a wave of ecstasy run through my whole body and noticed my wetness explode over his hand and all over my legs.

His hand left my mouth but I didn't have the words. What the fuck just happened, and why did it feel nice?