Steam on the Mirror

Revenge P4: Mercy

~~JAMES POV~~

He doesn't even know... he doesn't even know how far he's fucked himself over. Now isn't the time for punishment, I don't have time to waste. I'm far too turned on, twitching at every new contact of skin between me and Aleks. He was right, this was a surprise.

None of my earlier guesses were correct, far from it, really. I didn't even think I was teasing that bad. But it was obviously bad enough for Aleks to have payback. Another fault of mine: I misjudged the fucker. He had some tricks up his sleeve.

I should have guessed something was up just based on how he seemed so out of it all week. When he wasn't looking at absolutely nothing, he was looking at me, different emotions flickering across his features. I should have known that something was being planned. I could have never guessed this, though.

By now I can tell he gave me Viagra, probably putting it in with my pancakes or mixing it with my coffee. He went as far as getting fucking chloroform to knock me out! He even took the time to get some ropes to hold me down. But it seems like they didn't do the trick.

It's always so weird to see what happens to me at times like these. Never have I once been this turned on before, not even when we first had sex. If its possible, this raw feeling was three times stronger than the last. It's amazing to see how adrenaline and lust can effect my strength, making me feel superhuman. He was obviously shocked at how I tore through the ropes, probably just as shocked as me. But I didn't take the time to show that emotion. I couldn't take it. I was serious when I was begging him, something nobody would seldom see me do. I couldn't express anything but something lust couldn't even come close to describing.

He looked beautiful underneath me. Parts of his body were red from my pinching and squeezing. I wanted my hands to feel him up all at once, but there's only so much you can do. His lips were slightly parted as he turned his head, not looking straight at me as I pulled his legs apart. A lovely blush spread across his face, making him look even cuter. I could tell, just by how slick he was, that he was teasing himself as well, but just trying to deny it the whole time.

I then looked down at myself, noticing I was unbelievably hard and dripping continuously. I can't even wait. I leaned down and mapped out his sweet spot, remembering the little place instantly. I was still furious that he had done this and pushed far past my line. I had zero intentions of being gentle.

I didn't even kiss the spot. I didn't even lick it or tease it. I bit down on it and I knew it probably hurt, but that wasn't my focus as of right now. Aleks screamed out, a sound of pain... mixed with pleasure? How did that feel good... The sound of him pushed me further over my border, making me moan out and grind against him bare.

"Aleks. Oh, poor dear. You are so fucked, Aleksandr. So fucking fucked."

I heard him breathe shakily then turn to look up at me. Another surprise delivered to me as his eyes didn't show fear or worry, but heat and want.

"P-please..." What was he begging? Was he asking for me to be gentle, because that is not happening. He squirmed underneath me and gasped as his dick brushed me. I furrowed my brows and looked at him again.

No. He wasn't asking me to be gentle. He wasn't asking me to let him go. He wants me hard, mean, rough. He knew what he was getting into. Man, he is a masochist. But damn was it fucking hot.

I scooted his legs up to where I was positioned at his entrance, not bothering to stretch him out or use any lubricant. I placed my tip between his ass cheeks and hissed out as he wiggled again. No more. I'm not holding back anymore. No mercy. None.