Beg for Mercy

by Lucian Bane

  “Dad!” Sade roared, diving with all he had toward the men kicking Mercy now.

  “I’m coming Johnny!” he yelled. “But first I want your momma to show us all what she can do! Come on guys, come get some dirty pussy, come and get it!” he roared.

  Sade gasped, fighting to see Mercy while wondering where Liberty and Bo were.

  “Sade,” Mercy whispered from the floor, her face toward him. “I’m okay baby,” she sobbed through swollen lips. “They had a gun on your mom, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Dad, he was going to shoot her. Answer me,” she cried.

  Kane grunted. “Daddy… daddy’s here.”

  “Do me, do me, Dad, I’m your fuck,” Sade roared at hearing him hitting his mother. “I’m your fuck, goddamn you! Leave my mother, leave her, I’m begging you dad,” he sobbed. “Don’t’ hurt her, don’t!”

  “Awwww, Johnny,” he rasped, pointing at him. “Don’t you worry, daddy’s coming for you, just wait your turn like a good pussy face boy. Keep that gun on her head,” he said to the two men. “If she does anything stupid, put a fucking bullet in it,” he grit. The sound of him cutting the duct tape came and Sade fought until he turned his body and chair. “Now tie her hands to the chair, I want her on her knees so we can all access that dirty cunt.” He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back. “You like it from behind, right baby? Right!” he yelled before slamming her face into the chair.

  “Daaaaaad!” Sade screamed, yanking with all his might against the restraints. “Do me!”

  His mother screamed and Mercy managed to flip over and push her chair into the legs of the guy near her, knocking him off balance. He fell and Sade eyed the gun in his hand, panic hitting him at what he might do.

  His mom let out a scream of fury and panic hit Sade, knowing she was fighting, knowing what his dad would do.

  “Goddamn bitch!” his dad yelled. “Get her fucking hands!”

  She screamed again and sick thuds followed. Sade fought his way toward them in the chair, finally seeing his mother. She had something in her hands, the fat part of a chair leg. She swung it like a bat into the man’s face next to her. His head snapped back sending blood flying.

  His dad ran for her and she spun with a scream, swinging the make-shift club. It slammed into the side of his head and she followed with another swing in the opposite direction, dropping him to his knees.

  “Mooooom!” Mercy screamed behind him.

  His mother spun to Mercy, her eyes wide and frantic. She let out a screech and ran forward, club raised over her head. She brought it down on the dude’s face and the crunch of bone followed as she clobbered continuously, her face gripped in a mix of terror, and insane fury.

  She let out another roar then turned. “No, no,” his dad whimpered.

  She answered him with scream after scream of pent up agony and pain, slamming the club down. Sade fought his way along the floor, working to his knees, watching her raise the club high above her head and slam it down as hard as she could, over and over and over, screaming and sobbing.

  Sade’s eyes zeroed in on where she aimed. He only knew it was his dad’s face by the hair above the mangled bone, blood, and skin. One eyeball dangled, staring his way, unseeing.

  His mother didn’t stop. She didn’t stop. She hammered him with that thing over and over, screaming, screaming until she was hoarse. Something snapped in Sade, something deep. Maybe that hidden place where the idea of having a father’s love refused to ever fucking die. “Moooooom!” he sobbed, unable to take it. “Mooooom please! Stop mom, fucking stop!” he roared. “He’s dead! Dad’s dead, he’s dead, he’s fucking dead!” he gasped, his heart breaking inside him to see her so insane, to see his dad on the floor, dead, so dead. “Daaaaad! Dad, dad! You bastard! You fucking bastard! How could you do this,” he sobbed. “Daaaaaaaaad!” Sade fell forward and hit the floor with his face.

  The door behind him banged open. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ!”

  Pain gripped Sade at hearing Bo’s broken voice, bringing with it all his childhood longing and pain in to suffocate him. “You never said it,” Sade cried, his chest exploding with the agony of what should have been. “You never said sorry! You never said you were sorry,” he roared into the floor, sobs tearing through him. “You never said your sorrys! I tried, I tried so hard for you dad! You never said your sorrys! You never said your sorrys,” he wept hoarsely.

  His legs and arms were suddenly free and Mercy was there, sobbing, pulling at him. His body came alive and he latched on to her. “Mercy!” he wailed loudly, brokenly. “Mercy! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good I’ll be good, I’ll find the good man, I’ll find the good man, help me find him!”

  Epilogue

  Three Weeks Later

  Sade stood next to Mercy on the beach. He turned to her as she looked up into his face before the minister. “You may kiss the bride.”

  Mercy gave him this huge smile with tears in her eyes as Sade took her face carefully between his hands and gave her the kiss he’d rehearsed in his mind. With the utmost gentleness, he kissed his bride, commanding his lips to be silk for her. To be gentleness for her. To adore, to impart the immaculate respect he had for her, for the love of his existence.

  She grabbed his face suddenly and devoured him, stealing his breath and bringing a round of raucous applause around them and his mother’s get him Mercy!

  Sade smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around her, lifting her off the ground. “To the honeymoon suite?” he whispered in her ear.

  She answered with a sultry giggle that set him on fire. But Sade had plans. Big plans he’d been practicing for several weeks. And he was ready.

  “Good,” he mumbled. “Because I have a wedding present there for you.”

  ****

  Mercy felt like she might throw up as she waited for Sade. Biting down on her lower lip, she smiled, looking around the bedroom, unseeing. He’d tied lavender satin over her eyes after she’d gotten into her honeymoon ensemble—a few scraps of sheer material that made his job very easy but sensually alluring and sexy. And white.

  Sade had worn black. God, she loved him in black. That was just his color. And just what was this surprise of his? She hoped it was a dance. She’d been lusting to have him dance for her again.

  Her stomach and heart jolted when the bathroom door opened. She bit her lip to keep from laughing in joy and excitement. God, the first thing she noticed was the way he smelled. What was that? Some kind of kinky oil?

  “No touching,” he whispered, next to her ear, making her jump a little. “Keep your hands on the bed unless I tell you otherwise.”

  Oh God. She’d been playing the therapist for the past month and to have him in command made her body go wild.

  She tried to figure out what he was doing then it happened. That song came on. The one he’d first danced to for her. Oh God, she wanted to see. She felt the soft stroke of his fingers along her left arm and gasped at the slow silky glide all the way to her hand. He cradled her arm in both hands and lifted it, kissing softly all along before wrapping the wrist in something soft. He tied the material to something that held her arm up in the air before repeating the sensual steps to her right arm.

  Mercy was panting with need when he was done, sitting on the bed with both arms stretched up and out at her sides. She felt like that woman on King Kong, waiting to be sacrificed to the beast. She knew that she’d been working with Sade, or Johnathon rather, teaching him how to love soft pain, but she couldn’t deny it. She missed the rough, bad boy side of Sade.

  He suddenly removed her blindfold and her breath caught in her chest at seeing him in only the black slacks and that collared tuxedo tie. But that wasn’t all. He had on his body jewelry. Rings in both nipples and his navel. Her heart hammered as she followed a chain beneath the waistband of his slacks as his hips gyrated perfectly to the music. She jerked her head up and he locked gazes with her, his lips parted, those silver eyes burning with things that should have made her nervous. His tongue
slowly licked over his full lower lip, showing the silver stud there before he bit his lower lip, drawing close enough that she could smell him, taste him if he asked.

  His rippled abs in her face, she waited, breathless for his command, hoping he saw it in her gaze, the need to be commanded. “Angel,” he whispered, stroking his finger under her chin. “Tonight I’m going to be the teacher. And you’re going to learn some things.”

  She gasped in excitement, licking her lips. “I’m ready, Johnathon.”

  He shook his head and stroked his fingers along her jaw with one hand and her neck with the other, leaning so his mouth was just over hers. “Tonight… I’m Sade.” His fingers turned hard on her jaw and he kissed her with that brutal passion she realized she’d missed so much. “Do you understand, Angel?”

  Her gasp shot out. “Yes, yes,” she nodded.

  His other hand slowly tightened in her hair and he pulled gently, tilting her head back, his tongue licking firmly and slowly along her lips and inside them. “Yes what?”

  “Sade!” she cried weakly.

  “Very good, Angel.” He gripped her hair tighter and angled her face so he could devour it, licking the entire side of her face with hungry sounds, biting at the skin, sucking every part of her, his hot breaths making her dizzy. He straightened finally and held her head to his torso. “Taste me, Angel. Start right here.”

  Her pussy throbbed at the sound of his zipper lowering. She licked and sucked with a hunger now.

  “Are you ready to take my cock into your mouth, Angel?”

  “Yes, Sade.”

  “You know how I want it, don’t you? You know how Sade likes it.”

  She whimpered her answer, angling her head to get more of him, sucking at the silky muscles hard, letting him know she knew, she knew very well what he wanted and that she’d give it. “I want you, Sade.”

  “You missed me, baby, I know you did.” He stroked her face with one hand and pulled her hair hard with the other. “I fucking missed you too.” He slid his thumb in and out of her mouth, then it was there, the silky head of his cock. “Look at my bad cock, baby.”

  She stared at it, gasping for air. The jewelry in it looked painful and yet she knew that was a part of who he was. She looked up at him, biting her lip, letting him see it in her eyes. Acceptance. “You like my cock when it’s bad, Angel?”

  “I love everything about you,” she gasped, needing him to remember that’s what it was about. Them loving each other enough to be what it took, to be what they needed to be.

  He moved the tip along her lips. “Just kiss it baby. My cock wants to be very bad tonight. Kiss it like a sweet Angel.”

  Mercy was dizzy with need, pulling at her restraints, so desperate for his bad cock.

  “Lick the tip where I’m dripping for you. I need to see your tongue on me.”

  He kept tight hold of her hair, controlling everything. God, she missed his control. So much.

  “Look at me, Angel,” he whispered.

  She looked up at him as he stroked his wet cock on her lips.

  He removed the jewelry from his cock with a hiss. “Keep looking at me while I push my cock into that pretty mouth of yours.”

  Oh God, yes. He worked his delicious cock slowly into her mouth and she whimpered on the verge of orgasm. But it was that look in his silver eyes. Lethal. Lethal and something she might’ve once been scared of, but not now. Not in this moment.

  His mouth opened and his breath shuddered out as he pushed his head against the back of her throat. “Fffffuck,” he grit, his handsome face twisting in harsh desire. “You fucking know what to do, Angel,” he gasped, slowly pulling out, his gaze burning into hers. “Set my world on fire.”

  Mercy gradually bit down on his extremely hard cock as he very slowly withdrew. Her heart hammered, knowing this was a crossroad for him, a breaking point. He held her gaze, hissing then clenching his eyes tight.

  When he was at the end, he pulled out entirely, leaving them both gasping. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Softly. His fingers still bit in her hair, his other hand on her jaw, holding her still while he made passionate love to her tongue and lips, his grunts and growls low and eager. Promising that it was just the beginning.

  “My Angel has been so very good, hasn’t she?”

  “Yes,” she gasped in his mouth, giving herself entirely to his command, silently begging him to take it. Take her.

  “What does my Angel want?”

  He pulled off of her mouth, stroking her lips with a hungry thumb, waiting for her answer.

  “I want Sade.”

  His breath shuddered out on her lips. “And I want my Angel,” he gasped in return, devouring her mouth again, his fingers pulling hard in her hair, digging into her jaw. But his lips and tongue were still careful, exactly measured. The combination between reckless and restrained was dizzying, and yet had her breathless and begging for more of the same.

  She understood in that second what he was doing, what he wanted. Her submission. No, her trust. “I’m yours, Sade. Take me. Take me so very hard.”

  “My cock wants to be so bad, Angel,” he whispered on her mouth, as though warning her.

  Butterflies zapped through her. “Do it. I want your bad cock so much.”

  “I know you do, Angel. I can feel it in your sweet body. How it begs for it. Longs for it. He removed his pants and stood naked except that delicious black collar and his body jewelry. He stepped back and looked at her on the bed, his chest heaving. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?” he whispered, as though needing to hear it out loud.

  “Entirely. Always.”

  He held his balls tight while stroking his cock, gazing between her legs before raising it to soul mesh with hers. “Open wide for me Angel. So very fucking wide,” he gasped, drawing closer. “I need to pound into you. Over and over. I need to hear you scream with it. Feel you break for me. Just for me.”

  Mercy whimpered, drawing her legs back for him.

  He looked right and retrieved another lavender tie. She saw these were made of a stretchy material as he draped it around her knee then pulled it back and up. She watched him as he got another tie just like it and did the same to her other leg. When he was done, he inspected his work, gliding his fingers and hungry gaze along the underside of her thighs, stroking just next to where she throbbed with a savage need.

  “Sade,” she gasped, swallowing.

  He knelt on the floor before the bed, closing his eyes and sliding his face along the same path his fingers had just been. He did it again, this time his mouth on her, his tongue sliding along the muscle then stopping right at the juncture of her thigh until she quivered and mewled for more.

  “Angel,” he whispered, looking up at her, nudging his nose against her open folds. “I’ll give you one wish,” he said, sliding his nose exactly up the center of her opening, stopping at her throbbing clit. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Sade,” she gasped, undulating her hips. “Your tongue on it,” she cried softly. “I want your tongue on my clit, please. Make me come like that, make me come so many times baby.”

  He growled and slid the broad side of his tongue slowly and firmly up her pussy, his thick dark brows drawn hard. “Sade,” she gasped, squirming against the stud pressing into her clit.

  His hands gripped her ass and his fingernails dug in as he lost control on her pussy, his mouth, lips, teeth and tongue a vicious storm on every part of her, pressing, sliding, plunging, biting, sucking, growling. “Oh God, Sade!” she shrieked as he made her come hard. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked with a milking motion, not letting up as she shuddered and bucked on his mouth.

  “Fucking beautiful, Angel,” he whispered right on her pussy as he leisurely lapped softly at it while she recovered in breathless moans.

  He stood before her and she looked up, feeling drunk. He leaned and kissed her, his lips and tongue a delicate touch, unlike his fingers that bit in her hair and on her jaw again. “My fucki
ng Angel,” he whispered in her mouth. “All mine. You taste your pussy?”

  Shame filled her and his fingers bit harder in her hair as he licked along her mouth.

  “Your pussy belongs on my lips.”

  “Yes,” she gasped, wanting it there, liking it there.

  “Just like my cock belongs on yours.” He pushed his thumb into her mouth, licking at her lips while she sucked it with a hunger. “I have to fuck you now. I have to, Angel.”

  “Yes, God, please, yes.”

  He grabbed hold of her waist and looked down, his hands lowering to her hips.

  “Yes, fuck me,” she whimpered as he lifted her off the bed and placed her onto the head of his cock. “Fuck me so good Sade.”

  “Look at me Angel,” he barely managed.

  She stared at him, panting with need, locking her gaze onto his darkened one. “I have to see you when I break you,” he shuddered.

  Her mouth opened and her pussy clenched when his fingers dug into her hips, getting ready. His lips went tight with that lethal intent, then he jerked her so very hard and utterly onto his cock. She gave him what he wanted, that scream of surrender, of devastation and his mouth was there, hungry on hers as he ground and twirled his hips, eating up her every cry and breathless moan. “That’s what I’ve missed, Angel. Your fucking beautiful screams in my mouth.” He grunted and bucked hard, making her shriek. “That’s what I need,” he said with a long hiss, pulling her on and off of him, slamming deep on each stroke. “That,” he strained, “that right there. Do it for me, Angel.” He moved her faster on him, lowering his gaze. “Fuck, yes,” he whispered, sounding awed. “My Angel’s pussy all over my bad cock.” He looked up at her, his mouth hard. “I’m going to fucking come like this but I’m not fucking done with you, Angel. Not fucking done!” The final words growled as he worked her relentlessly, throwing her into a hot, mindless oblivion where all she knew was his cock fucking her so good. So good like she’d needed.

  He didn’t hold back when his orgasm took him. His fingers latched hard on her face as he kissed her, his own roars mixing with her shrieks as his tongue and lips consumed everything.