AT HIS MERCY

CHAPTER 10 - STEAM

As soon as Sara opened the bedroom door she found her Babysitter in the living room, who introduced herself as Eliza. Thank goodness Eliza wasn't the chatty type so Sara didn't even feel guilty for excusing herself to the room again. A while later a knock sounded at the door, Eliza entered with a tray of food, a lavish spread of meat and roasted potatoes, setting it down on the bed she turned and left. Sara cleaned her plate in a few mouthfuls, she was so hungry and even emptied the soda in two gulps. With her stomach full the urgent need to feel clean won over the need to sleep, she hadn't showered or bathed since... Well since all this started. Now she could feel the layer of grime building by the second and needed it off. Sara quickly grabbed another shirt from Macanes walk-in robe and made her way to the bathroom, deeming the shower the safer option and stripped, opened the taps, and soaked in the heat, welcoming the burn on her skin.

Stealing some of the shower gel and shampoo she lathered herself in bubbles, when the hairs on her neck rose, and a prickly sensation shivered down her spine. Snapping her head towards the door, and finding Macane standing in the doorway. His body leaned against the doorframe, his hands tucked into his pockets, staring at her, eyes, deep navy pools again. She turned more fully towards him, giving him the show he so clearly wanted. Just like she thought he was just like the men at the club only interested in what her body could give.

She rubbed more shampoo over her hair closing her eyes, a soft moan escaped her lips as she massaged her fingers into her scalp. At the sound of the shower door opening she opened her eyes and gasped as Macane walked fully clothed into the shower. He walked right up to her and looked down into her eyes, his breathing labored, his fingers trailed up her arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake, his fingers slowly traced her collarbone then trailed their way up to her jaw. Cupping her face as his thumb swiped over her bottom lip, pressing down on her mouth so that the tip of his thumb was on her tongue. Her breath huffed out in shallow short breaths as she closed her mouth over his thumb and lightly sucked at the tip. He abruptly turned her around, her back pressed to his front. He pulled her even closer as his hands sank into her hair, massaging her scalp, then when he was satisfied, he pushed her into the spray of water rinsing her hair then quickly made work of stripping himself of his wet clothing.

Turning back to her without a word, giving her the washcloth and shower gel, she automatically started washing the toned valley of his chest and arms but hesitated going lower than his navel. Looking up at him, he lowered his head to her shoulder, his other arm resting above her head on the tiles wall, as he took her small hand in his much larger one and guided her towards his thighs and slowly helped her move to his throbbing erection, washing over his thighs and slowly up and over the ridges of his cock.

Her breath hitched as he wrapped her small hand around the girth of his hard arousal, his hand securing her hand on him, he pumped his hips forward in deep thrusts. His mouth, kissing and sucking at her shoulder, collarbone, and neck. Her fingers wrapped tighter around his shaft and he pulled her closer, her nipples grazing his chest, in the next few strokes his body began to convulse with pleasure, as spurt after spurt jettisoned onto the shower floor.

He held her close, pressing kisses to her temple, and stroking her hair. Sara waited for him to move away but he slowly kissed the way from her jaw to the side of her lips. He closed off the water, took her hand, and pulled her out of the shower, the door cracked open, steam slowly filtering out of it as he towel-dried their bodies and her hair, then picked her up, carrying her towards the bed.

Laying her down next to her, Macane whispered, "Look at me." she opened her eyes, locked on his as He slid his hands between her legs, she gasped then moaned out loud, as he worked his fingers against her slick seam, slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds, teasing, his fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. He parted her with two fingers and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. He slowly lowered his lips to hers, licking her top then bottom lip, nipping and tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth. She cried out against his lips, her hips bucking, She was lost, griping his hair, pulling him closer. Her veins throbbed with pleasure. She clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up again, once, twice, three times before she tensed, all the muscles in her thighs, belly, and bottom, quivering, and as he pushed two fingers inside her she could feel herself contract around his fingers. He slowed his movements helping her ride out her orgasm as he lowered his lips to her, his mouth insistent, parting her lips as his kisses instantly became intense. Deep. Dominating. He turned to his bedside table and in a second he was back, kissing her again with deep thrusts of this tongue. So lost in lust, and her post-orgasm bliss, it took her a few seconds before a bitter taste in her mouth registered on her taste buds, recognition filtering through her mind. He slid something into her mouth, a bitter substance now dissolved. Macane looked down at her, he continued kissing her, small kisses at each eye on the forehead, and her nose. She could barely make out his words "Rest now little one" as darkness pulled her body over the edge into nothingness.