Have Mercy (Merciless Book 1)

by Trista Jaszczak

  “Oh, you do, do you?” He gives me the cocky smile again.

  “I should, I own Tangled Web.”

  His eyes grow wide for a moment. “Clearly, this is fate, Mercy.”

  “Oh, it’s fate now, is it?” I let out another little laugh. I certainly never intended on running into Ryder again. Talk about fighting off some awkward vibes on my part. This is what I get for being from Small Town, USA.

  He gives me a little nod, “you don’t believe in fate?”

  “I believe that we create our fate, it’s all about the choices we make along the way.” I tell him matter-a-factly.

  “Like the choice you made when you left me hanging in my truck last night?” He smirks.

  I feel the heat on my cheeks. Guess I can’t exactly talk my way out that one. He is undeniably attractive. He’s still wearing just the right amount of scruff to still call it sexy and today he’s in a perfectly pressed gray suit that’s topped off with a crisp, white shirt and black tie. Damn. It’s no wonder I fell for his charm last night. Kind of hard to resist once you give him a really good look.

  “Blushing is a good color on you, Mercy.” He smirks again and has a sip of his coffee. “And you do make a damn fine cup of coffee, but I’m sure everyone in town tells you that.”

  “That’s what they tell me anyway, it’s really my baristas.” I tell him letting out a little breath. Damn him for looking so good, damn him for making my heart flutter. It’s not right or fair.

  “You are one beautiful woman.” he tells me.

  There goes my cheeks again. At this rate I know I’m already in a heap of trouble.

  “And you give one hell of a blow job,” he winks.

  I laugh softly. “Well, you’re certainly not so bad with your tongue there, detective.”

  “Did alright, did I?”

  Up until now I hadn’t noticed just how close he’s been moving to me. I clear my throat and make an attempt to play it off. I can’t let him know that he’s actually getting to me but Jesus does he smell good. I pull myself together enough to give him a little smirk, “You were alright.”

  “I was alright?” He asks.

  I give him another nod.

  “Just…alright?”

  I shoot him a little smirk. “I just think you could do better.”

  “You think I could do better, do you?” He lets out a little laugh and shakes his head. “You are going to be the death of me, sweetheart, you know that, don’t you?”

  “Am I now?”

  He gives me a little nod. “I tell you what, you come with me, I’ll treat you to a little dinner, maybe a little drink,” he smiles, “then if the mood sways us right, I’ll see if I can do better.”

  I give my head a little shake. “I don’t do dinner.”

  “Oh, that’s right, I nearly forgot, you’re all scorned.”

  I let out a little laugh and nod.

  “Have a drink with me at my place then.”

  Oh, he’s going right for the throat. Drinks at his place. I half expected him to ask me back to the Salted Brim but this cocky bastard has skipped the bullshit and asked me over to his place. I guess I can’t really talk. I did just suck his dick last night. It’s not as though he’s just met me. I’m supposed to be ignoring men. No man, no cry. What the hell am I doing? I cannot possibly be falling for his charm. I swallow hard and lick my lips. Why is he so damn irresistible?

  “A drink at your place, huh?”

  He gives me a nod. “Maybe another martini or two.”

  “How about some whiskey, straight?”

  “Whatever your little heart desires, sweetheart.”

  “You plan on getting me home safe?”

  He gives me a nod. “I would never let you go home alone looking stunning and buzzed.”

  “You did last night,” I tease with a wink.

  “Well someone left me completely helpless in the back of my truck.”

  I let out slight laugh. Damn him. He says I’m killing him but I think it’s the other way around. “Fine, drinks at your place…and we’ll see where the drinks sway us.”

  He offers me his arm and smirks again. “Your chariot awaits, Mercy.”

  I give him a little smile as he leads me to his truck and opens the passenger side door for me. Damn if I haven’t gotten myself into trouble…and trouble’s name is Ryder.

  His apartment is surprisingly clean. A little too clean. Either this man is a neat freak or he was planning on getting laid tonight. Either way, here I am, alone with Ryder in his apartment.

  “Make yourself at home,” he tells me as he tosses his keys on a small, black wooden table that’s next to the front door. He flips on a light and I get a better look around. Seems Ryder has a love for two colors. Black and white. He’s simple. I can tell that this is a bachelor pad as there not a single sign of anything feminine anywhere. I tug off my blazer and rest it neatly across the back of his black leather couch. “So, detective Ryder-”

  “Preston, detective Preston,” he cuts me short.

  I spin on my heels and give him a smirk. Ryder Preston. Excuse me. Detective Ryder Preston. Even his name has this strange sex appeal to it. I shake out of my little haze.

  “Well, detective Preston, exactly what kind of detective are you?” I ask looking around his apartment a bit more. I hear an odd noise that makes me turn to look at him and I see that he’s quickly stripped off his suit jacket and has placed it next to mine on the back of the couch. He definitely has quite the physique underneath his white button down, but that’s not why I’m staring and at a loss for words. Ryder is now holding up a pair of shiny handcuffs. I feel excitement suddenly wash down my body, perhaps a little too much, and I feel my body shiver as I let out a little gasp. I step closer to him and give him a little, wicked grin. “That doesn’t answer my question, now does it?”

  He gives me a little grin and gives the handcuffs a wiggle.

  “Well, what kind of detective are you?”

  “The kind that takes all the bad guys to jail and keeps beautiful women, like you, safe.”

  “Oh, now that is quite the job. You plan on using those on me?” I question, taking another step towards him.

  “I don’t know…what do you think?”

  “I think you brought me here tonight with every intention of fucking me,” I admit, “but now it just looks like you’re going to arrest me.”

  “Now, what would I do with you if I arrested you?” He gives me a little smile, “you haven’t done anything wrong.”

  I can’t help myself. I know that the man has trouble written all over him, but for some reason I feel so attracted to him that I don’t even want to argue with myself. There is something I cannot resist. Hard to believe since he’s such a cocky bastard but there’s something about him. Something even I admit that I want right this minute.

  I give him a little smirk. “Oh, haven’t I?” I reach out grabbing his tie and begin carefully undoing the Windsor knot. I completely undo it and give one end a tug, yanking it slowly from his neck as I drop it on the ground. Next, I grab for his perfectly pressed white shirt and begin unbuttoning it quickly. I nearly rip his shirt from his body and toss it to the floor. Just as I assumed I’m rewarded with quite an amazing body. Ryder definitely goes to the gym and if I didn’t know any better I would say I could wash my laundry on his chiseled abs. I have to take a moment just to step back and admire him.

  “Now, Mercy,” he says softly, “that is littering and that is a crime.”

  I play along. “Oh, detective, what could you possibly do to me?” I ask, innocently batting my eye lashes.

  He steps closer to me and shoots me his perfect smile. I can only imagine how many hearts that perfect smile has left broken. I can only vow here and now that mine won’t be added to the list. He reaches around and grabs a handful of my hair. I grin, seems he likes to play a little rough. I didn’t quite peg him for that type. I feel a chill wash down my body. He may be trouble, but he’s definitely what I
need to satisfy my little craving.

  I hear the clicking noise of the cuffs as he opens one of them. He gives me a devilish grin that makes my knees wobble. “Mercy, you have the right to remain silent,” he pushes his face close to mine letting me feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. “Unless you’re screaming my name. Anything you say, can and will be held against you. You have the right to an attorney but if he touches you…I may kill him. If you cannot afford an attorney,” he gives me another sly grin, “I will make sure to provide you with everything that you need.” He lips brush over mine briefly. “Mercy, do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?”

  He really has no idea what he’s gotten himself into with me. I give him a sly grin as in one swift movement I snatch the handcuffs from him and quickly clamp one down on his wrist. “No, Ryder…” I tease. “You have the right to remain silent. Unless you’re telling me to fuck you. Anything you say can and will be held against you. You have the right to attorney but I have the rights to your cock.” I don’t hesitate to bring my free hand to give his manhood a gentle squeeze and judging by his noises, Ryder has no issues with my boldness. “Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you, Ryder?”

  “We’re playing this game, are we?” He asks as I reach for the edge of his pants.

  “I don’t know,” I tell him, “better show me to the bedroom or else you may never find out.”

  “Well, if we haven’t had a turn of events,” he says, “down the hallway, second door on the left.”

  I tighten my grip around the edge of his pants and begin pulling him towards his bedroom. The minute that I walk inside I already see that his head board is perfect for me to cuff him too. I drag him over to his bed where I order him to lie down. He doesn’t hesitate as he readily lies back in the bed, throwing his hands above his head for me. I immediately loop the cuffs through the wooden plank and latch the other to his open wrist. He is absolutely gorgeous, I’d be damn liar if I said he wasn’t. His bright blue eyes smile up at me. I feel my body give off another involuntary shiver.

  “Now, what exactly do you plan on doing with me?”

  I smile down at him as I work my way on the bed to unbuckle his belt and carefully unzip his pants. I yank his pants down and reveal his black boxer briefs. I let my lips brush along the thin fabric just to feel his cock strain upward to my lips. I glance up at him as I finish tugging his pants off. I swiftly take off his shoes, socks, and pants, tossing them all to the floor.

  I kick off my own heels and let them drop to the hardwood floor before finding my way back up the bed. The bulge in his boxer briefs is making it very clear what Ryder wants. I can’t help but to feel proud of myself in a strange, “look what I can do,” kind of moment.

  I let my hand gently graze over the bump, reaching for the elastic band as I let my lips graze over the fabric again. He lets out a deep breath and I smile as I pull his underwear down finally letting his hard cock spring free. I take it in my hand as my touch has given him a jolt. He should know that if a woman cuffs you to the bed she is going to tease you and have a hell of a time doing it. I look up at him as I lick from the base of his penis very slowly to the head with the tip of my tongue. He lets out another sigh and closes his eyes. The warmth of my tongue and breath is already beginning to make his hips move upward. I pull away and make him look at me. This time, I flatten my tongue, making it wider, and give his cock another long, slow, wet lick. He releases another drawn out breath and I hear the cuffs scrape against the plank in the headboard.

  When I finally take him in my mouth, relaxing my throat to let his cock slide all the way in, he lets out a loud groan. His hips buck upward, pushing his dick further in my mouth as I hear the cuffs clang against the headboard again. I apply a little pressure with my full lips and I take my time moving him slowly in and out of my mouth. I repeat my slow actions long enough for Ryder to begin shaking and the sound of his moans are now over powering the sound of the cuffs rattling against the headboard.

  He thrusts his hips upward, driving himself deeper into my mouth and I swallow him with a moan. After teasing and tormenting him enough for my own pleasure, I give in to what he wants and I move faster. I build him close to an orgasm quickly, driving him so close that I can already taste the drops of pre-come sliding down the back of my throat.

  I pull away quickly, licking my lips and giving him a sly smile. He’s panting when his eyes meet mine and practically begging for more. I give my head a playful little shake as I stand carefully on his bed. I unbutton my own top revealing my lacy, black bra. His breathing is returning to normal as he watches my every move. I toss my shirt to the ground and his mouth drops open.

  I smile. “Does Ryder like what he sees?”

  “I’d like it even more if I could get a better look.” He tells me.

  I reach my hands behind me to undo the zipper of my skirt, letting it fall down my legs. I’m quick to kick it out of the way giving Ryder the full view. I run my hands over my breasts, giving them a squeeze through the warm lace, down my flat belly, and over my matching black panties.

  He tugs at the cuffs, ready to reach out for me and I give him another little shake of my head. I reach behind me and carefully unhook my bra. I take my time, letting the straps slide slowly down my shoulders and finally exposing my breasts.

  He lets out a pleased noise as I turn slowly and bend over, giving him a direct view of my ass.

  “Now that is one hell of an ass,” he says pulling at the cuffs again, “I think I’ll have to take that for myself.”

  “That’s what you think.” I smirk, turning to face him and letting my panties drop as I do.

  His eyes fall on my perfectly waxed pussy and I have no problem touching myself in front of him.

  “What exactly do you plan on doing with me?” He asks, licking his lips.

  I drop to my knees, straddling by his face. “You’re a smart man, detective…figure it out.”

  His eyebrows raise and his gives me a cocky little smile. “Someone wants to see if I can do better, doesn’t she?”

  I give him a little nod and I quickly adjust my already wet pussy over his mouth. Ryder doesn’t waste one second. I feel his warm, wet tongue lick the full length of me. I open my mouth and let out a soft moan as I reach up and grab at my breasts. His tongue flickers over my clit and I begin slowly riding his face, putting his tongue exactly where I want it, where I need it.

  He happily obliges, flattening out his tongue exactly how I like it. I lean forward, placing my hands on either side of his head to brace myself. I rock my hips back and forth letting his tongue glide over my aching clit. I feel my thighs beginning to shake and I hear Ryder release a moan of his own. I can feel myself nearing an orgasm. I can hardly hold it in. He flicks his tongue just right over my clit and it’s enough for me to grab a handful of his hair as I let out a scream. I begin pushing into him as I ride his face. My entire body tenses up as I suddenly explode with an orgasm. I let out another scream and ride it until its end letting Ryder happily lap up my juices. I’m not used to coming so quick but it seems like it’s a habit with Ryder. I let out a shaky breath as I move back slowly.

  “Fuck, Mercy, you taste too sweet for my own damn good.” He licks at his lips and he smiles. “Tell me, do I get to bury my cock in the glorious pussy of yours?”

  I bite down on my bottom lip for a moment and give him another devious little grin. What kind of woman would I be if I just left him lying here? I rock onto my knees and position myself over his cock.

  “Jesus, you are fucking beautiful.” He breathes as he watches me carefully grab onto his cock.

  “Didn’t I tell you that you don’t have to sweet talk?” I wink.

  “I don’t sweet talk, I tell the fucking truth.”

  I can feel my cheeks becoming warm suddenly as I begin sliding his cock into my pussy. We both release soft moans as I feel both of our bodies jolt slightly. I take a deep breath and push him in me a little deeper.
I release another moan.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, take all of it.” I hear Ryder urge as I lower myself onto him slowly. By the time he fills me completely I look down at him with choppy breaths as my inner thigh muscles shiver. “I told you that you wouldn’t find one little thing on my body.”

  He shoots me that devilish grin once again as I steady myself and begin riding his cock. I place my hands on his stomach to brace myself as I switch from rocking to bouncing. Ryder moans loudly in approval. I can feel myself already closing in on another orgasm. I let out another cry as I push Ryder’s cock deep inside of me.

  “That’s it, Mercy,” he breathes out. “I want you to come for me again.”

  I can hardly take it. I feel my body beginning to tremble as I quicken my pace. I look down at him, he’s studying my every move. I let out another cry and he gives me that sly smirk again. “That’s it. Come for me.”

  I can’t take it anymore. My body explodes with another orgasm. I let out a loud scream and I grab onto his hips to brace myself. I hear Ryder’s breath become ragged. Seems he’s not too far behind me. I continue my speed as I work him in and out of my dripping wet pussy. He lets out a loud groan and I feel his cock throb inside of me. I feel his body shake and hear the cuffs tug hard against the headboard. I move quickly off him and take him immediately in my hand. I begin pumping up and down quickly and I’m rewarded with a few pumps of his come.

  He lets out a final groan as he looks down at me with satisfaction. “Christ…Mercy…” He releases a long breath as I feel his body starting to relax and his breathing beginning to calm. I let out a breath myself and lie over on his bed briefly. “You are something else, Mercy.”

  I look up at him and give him a little smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He gives me a smile. “I hate to even ask, but do you think you can let me out of these?”

  “If you say I can use your shower.”

  He gives me a little nod and he tells me the keys are in his pants. I retrieve the key and release him from his handcuffs. He gives me a smile as he sits up slowly. He looks at me in an odd way. I can’t read him and I can’t tell what he’s about to do.