AT HIS MERCY

CHAPTER 7 - RULES

Macane took her hand and walked into the apartment, leading her to the closest couch. Her hand felt so small in his. His heart was hammering in his ears as his blood pulsed in a frantic beat through his veins.

"I came in a towel against the elevator wall in minutes of her orgasm, like a fucking school boy" he furiously thought to himself as he turned and shut the door, locking the door again.

Macane didn't understand how this little ballerina had such a demanding effect on him. He was just going to kiss her, knowing it would be something she hated, it was to be a punishment to scare her. But the innocent kiss she had given him was slow, chaste, and sweet; it was enough to push his dark side into overdrive. He wanted to corrupt her, he needed to change the innocent exchange between them into a dark explosion of lust and need. His darkness demanded dirty kisses, rough hands biting into her skin not the soft kisses and caresses he knew she would have preferred but then the way she responded with such urgency, matching him blow or blow or should I say kiss for kiss drove him insane.

Even now with her just sitting on the edge of the sofa looking at her hands made her look irresistible with her lips kissed raw, making Macane's blood boil anew with need. He walked closer, adjusted his towel, thinking about how he now needed another cold shower or three and took a seat on the opposite side of her. Not that cold showers help with this little problem of his, he already took two last night, and one this morning after he had placed her in his bed and undressed her, all he could think about was the fact that she was naked in his bed and within his reach and he still couldn't have her but now, now as he remembered how she tasted, he could still hear her soft mews as pleasure wrapped around her. Now it was going to take the whole ocean to calm his raging desire.

Macane closed his eyes as he pulled his fingers through his dark hair and after a long deep steadying breath re-adjusted his towel again. He opened his eyes looking over to the girl who still hasn't moved or made a sound.

"I think it would be best if you understand your position here and what is expected of you." he breathed out and continued, even though she still was mute and unmoving "You will follow each rule or suffer the consequences" After another few seconds he laid down the rules

"You will obey me, or be punished in a way I see fit; You will not go outside this room without me and you will not try to escape again; You will not harm yourself. You will address me as Macane..." and then he added to enlist a reaction from her added "but when we are in bed you will address me as Sir" Macane waited for the words to reach their destination. Her head whipped up, anger bursting through her eyes. "I will not be in your bed, you can go fuck yourself" She spat at him, "yes this is better than her being mute and broken," he thought to himself as he smirked at her "Oh so just elevator wall for you then" Macane teased as a red blush tainted her cheeks a furious look gleamed in her eyes.

"No you will little one, you will share my bed every night, starting tonight...I can't have you try to escape at night now could I? ....and a word of warning, don't mistake what happened out there or the fact that you are still breathing as weakness on my side or a sliver of humanity... I won't hesitate to end you, you are nothing more than an itch I have to scratch out of my system, and when I'm done you will be free to go...depending on if I don't kill you for disobeying me before then" Macane said his voice emotionless, he saw the alarm in her eyes, the panic spread over her face and then the moment defeat set in her bones. He stood up taking her by the arm and led her back to the bedroom. "What's your name, I'm sure Ballerina wasn't what your parents named you?" He asked feeling stupid for only asking now, he waited a minute and then said "Do not ignore me little one, you do not want to test me..." she sighed and said almost so softly that he missed it "Sara...my name is Sara" he liked the name something old world about it "Rest now Sara, I will wake you when dinner arrives" he said, closing the door behind him.

Macane walked over to the bar, poured himself a drink, and walked over to the bathroom collecting his phone from his suit jacket he discarded earlier and pressed in Murphy's number. Saying her name in his head over and over again like the way the "r" rolled over his mind.

"She's awake," Macane said, trying to keep his voice emotionless as he took a large swallow of his expensive brandy welcoming the burning sensation down his throat.

"That must have been fun, what did she do?" Macane could hear Murphy muffle a laugh and sighed "So you saw..." Murphy couldn't keep it in any longer and laughed in his ear "Fuck you guys put on quite the show, you know I get a video notification anytime the lift is used right?, That's how I control who gets in or out, but fuck you guys were hot" Murphy teased.

"Fuck you, Murph, that...it...the situation got away from me" he sighed irritated swiping his palm over his face "Jip, got away from you and into you, all over you at the same time" Murphy teased.

"Okay Murph you had your fun, I need to get out of here a bit, maybe pay the Albanians a little visit" Honestly he needed to burn out this pent-up tension, he needed an external release or he was going to have a massive and very sore Sarra problem in the morning. "We need a watcher, maybe two...and one needs to be female". The last thing he needed was an overly horney watcher looking after her especially while she was wearing nothing but his shirt. "Done I'll pick you up in five" Serious Murphy was back in full swing, anytime the Albanians were mentioned his mood soured. "Make it fifteen, I need a shower.." ending the call with a groan. He walked over to the bathroom not bothering to close the door and got underneath the ice water, welcoming the cold to his overheated body.