Mercy

Chapter Twenty

Joon instantly regretted listening to Ethan.

He should have known that his mischievous best friend was up to no good. Seated comfortably on a white leather couch in a cream painted room with a massive array of toys and stuffed animals and a large bed with a fuzzy pink blanket, he watched the woman before him.

Laying on her stomach and gleefully coloring in a blank picture book was the woman in question. Her hair was a natural strawberry blonde styled in ponytails and decorated with bubblegum pink ribbons. Her cotton nightgown matched the same bright color and reached her knees while her feet wore lacy ankle socks. As she swayed her feet in the air, she hummed a catchy tune while scribbling messily in the picture book.

If it weren't for the fact Joon was trapped, then the sight alone would have had his member stiff as a board.

As he continued watching the woman coloring without a care in the world, Joon began to remember how much he loved taking care of someone and how much he loved being a daddy.

To feel wanted and needed was what he craved. To care and provide for someone by performing the simplest tasks whether it was tying their shoes or making snacks, it was what he enjoyed. Also the fact that he loved fucking women into oblivion when they wore onesies or held stuffed animals.

He felt like a monster.

But his body couldn't lie, he loved this.

He loved hearing the word 'Daddy' so much that he hated how much he loved it.

As he watched the woman in front of him color, he could feel his member growing in size despite himself willing not to do so.

"Hey Mister, look what I did!" Replied the pigtailed woman as she scrambled from the floor and skipped towards Joon, breaking him away from his internal thoughts.

"That's very pretty sweetie," Joon replied as he examined the messy scribbles in the picture book all varying in different colors. Upon seeing a picture of a princess with scribbles of purples, blues, and pink, he figured the woman favored this page the most. "I like this one the best."

"Me too!" The woman giggled. "I love princesses because Daddy calls me his little princess."

"Is that right?" Joon commented as he watched the woman fondly. "Does your daddy know I'm here?"

"Yuppies!" The woman exclaimed. "Daddy works with Mr. J sometimes because Mr. J knows A LOT of people and Daddy likes to see his princesses filled with milk sometimes when he gets off work."

"Filled with milk?" Joon asked. "You mean chocolate and strawberry milk right?"

"Noooo! Daddy milk!" The woman exclaimed as she grabbed Joon's member. "Daddy will give me a new toy if I'm filled with Daddy milk when he gets home."

Then it clicked.

Ethan brought him here to prove that he was a good lay with unsolicited women. Which also meant trapping Joon with one of his worst vices.

'I'm going to kick that fucker in the throat when I get out of here.' Joon thought menacingly.

Turning to the pigtailed woman, Joon smiled and decided to find a loophole out of this room. As much as he wanted this, he knew it had been far too long since he had sex and he would rather not embarrass himself with a complete stranger.

"What if I get you a new toy instead of Daddy?" Joon asked sweetly. "It can be anything you want."

"A pony?" The women asked as her grey eyes twinkled.

"Yes," Joon agreed. This was going to be easy.

"A unicorn?" The woman asked as she smiled.

"Sure," Joon replied. He knew a few scientists that owed him a few favors.

"A two story dollhouse?" The woman gasped as her excitement continued to build.

"Of course," Joon responded. Maybe this will be his cheapest transaction ever.

"100 million dollars?!!" The woman exclaimed as she clasped her hands on her cheeks.

". . . If I have to." Joon winced. On second thought maybe it wouldn't be.

"Hmmm. Then I want Mister's thing as my toy right now then." The woman giggled mischievously as she grabbed and squeezed Joon's member.

'Godfuckindamnit,' Joon cursed internally as his member hardened once more from the touch. 'Played like a fucking fiddle.'

Joon was slowly losing his composure the longer he stayed on this room. His breathing was becoming increasingly erratic at the woman before him as he continued to try his best not to pounce and devour her.

"If you give me Daddy milk, you can go bye bye after." The woman said as she squeezed Joon's member through his suit pants as she watched him trying to calm himself down. "Or you can stay in this room with me forever and ever and ever and ever."

And at that moment Joon knew, he was going to fuck the living shit out of this woman. Whether he orgasmed before he wanted to or not. If he had to be forced to fuck his way out of here then so be it.

Unzipping his pants zipper, Joon pulled out his hardened member from the hidden slot of his boxers allowing it to stand tall in front of the women's eyes.

"Mister is going to let you play with his thing first," Joon said calmly to the woman. "But when it's my turn - "

"Fuzzy Pickles!" The woman giggled as she interrupted Joon, all to eager to devour his enlarged member. "If Mister gets too too rough, I'll say fuzzy pickles."

Joon sighed and nodded his consent, and without a second thought the woman swallowed his member allowing his engorged tip to touch the back of her moist throat.

Joon hissed at the sensation, having forgotten the pleasure he once knew.

Taking her time, the woman slowly bobbed her head up and down, allowing the tip of Joon's member to graze the back of her throat then touch her lips. Ever so slowly she continued as she looked Joon in his eyes.

Up and down, she continued while occasionally snaking her tongue around his shaft. Allowing drool to seep out of her mouth, a small puddle began to form on Joon's boxers but he didn't care. He continued to watch her.

He continued to watch her tease and torture him with her mouth, his eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. He ground his legs to the floor so as not to thrust his hips, giving her full control on how much pleasure he would receive until she surprised him and began to vigorously suck the tip and then proceed to smear his pre-cum all around her lips.

He might actually have to give her that unicorn.

Teasingly slow then fast, she bobbed on his member until Joon felt he was close.

Joon felt his eyes roll in the back of his head as she slurped his member quickly, the tip constantly pounding the back of her throat as drool continued to seep out of her mouth.

It was sweet torture. As soon as he felt close to orgasming, she would pause and grip his shaft, feeling his member pulsating angrily for release.

But Joon loved it.

Panting desperately as he watched her, his arousal peaking higher and higher as he watched her ponytails bounce as she bobbed her mouth eagerly on his member.

Gripping the seat cushions of the white leather sofa, Joon tried to withhold his orgasm but he knew it was too late.

Groaning in pleasure, Joon orgasmed. His seed splattering all over the women's face and hair to her glee.

Sinking into the sofa like a deflated balloon, Joon watched the woman gleefully lick his seed from her hands. As he slowly began to gather his breath, his once softened member slowly began to harden once more.

"What's your name?" Joon asked as he began to peel off his suit jacket.

"Sofia," the woman answered as she continued to lick her fingers, confident in her skill that he would leave shortly.

"Well Sofia, I need you face down ass up on that bed." Joon commanded. " And you have until I get to the count of three."

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