Have Mercy (Merciless Book 1)

by Trista Jaszczak

  “Damn, that’s…I’m sorry.”

  “And I don’t like to be out in public or vulnerable places because about six years ago I was attacked by an ex. So there’s something about being vulnerable that bothers me.” I look at him and gasp. I think we’re supposed to pace ourselves. I purse my lips, “I’m sorry…how was work?”

  He makes a face and squeezes my knee tenderly. “Just relax, it’s just me and you.”

  I give him a nod. How in the hell am I so bad at this?

  “You have a whole rap sheet of ex’s that are just asking for ass whoopings, don’t you?”

  I let out a laugh, “is that legal? If so, can I sign up for that?”

  “You just tell Ryder where the mean boys are and I’ll take care of them for you.”

  I let out a little laugh. Brownie points for that line. If only I could take him up on the offer. I feel his hand on my face as he lifts my chin to have me look at him.

  “You have an extraordinary smile,” he says thoughtfully. “Okay, so your ex, the one who gave the goodbye fuck and sent you on your way, I have a story similar. I was dating this woman and caught her in the bed with who I thought was a good friend. My best friend, actually.”

  “Ouch, I’m sorry.”

  “I sent her packing and he insisted it was all her. I don’t believe a damn word he’s saying but I still loosely keep him around.”

  “Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer,” I mumble softly.

  He gives me a nod as he caresses my cheek, “but don’t you worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t come near you.”

  I give him a little smile as a waiter sets our usual drinks in front of us. A martini for me and a Bud Light for Ryder. Ryder tells him to keep them coming and thanks him.

  “So, tell me about this attack.”

  I have a silent sip of my martini which immediately sends a warm feeling down my belly. “It was a while ago. It was nothing more than an ex being a dick but you know.”

  “It was an ex?” He brings the bottle to his lips and I watch him intently.

  I nod. “Between that and my good ole mother, I don’t like making myself vulnerable. I try to always be in control.”

  “Well, that explains why you like control.” He smiles having another sip. “Did he hurt you?”

  “Oh honey,” I tell him having a drink of my martini, “they’ve all hurt me.”

  “How is it that these little boys have a woman like you and fail to see what they have?”

  I shrug. “Who knows? All I know is now I’m a little bitter.”

  He laughs again. “No, you just have your guard up and you have every right to.”

  “My mom has definitely helped with that over the years,” I admit.

  “Why do moms have this knack for driving their kids right to the fucking edge?” He asks sucking back another gulp of his beer.

  “If I find out you’ll be the first to know,” I laugh.

  “My parents have been on me my entire life about going to law school,” he tells me, giving his head a shake, “but some of the people they defend are criminals. I couldn’t make a life of that.”

  “You’re a really noble man, Ryder,” I say softly, “I’m impressed with you to be honest.”

  “Then why do you keep trying to run from me, sweetheart?” He lets out a little chuckle and then shakes his head. “Well, now I know why. You’ve had it a whole lot worse than I thought.”

  “Such is life,” I say softly. “My dad walked out on me and my mom when I was four, it’s hard expecting any more from men that I date. I expect them to be assholes. I expect them to hurt me. I just leave and go on with my life. I put up a wall and I don’t let anyone in. I’m in charge of everything.”

  He makes a funny face and licks his lips. “You’ve never gotten flowers before, have you?”

  I purse my lips and finally shake my head.

  “That explains that.” He adjusts himself in the seat and releases a breath. “So your dad walked out and drove your mom to her breaking point. So now you just expect all men to be assholes, which explains the fuck buddy for a good year.”

  My mouth drops. I’m afraid to even admit to him just how right he is. I find that I actually can’t tell him just how right he is, maybe it’s that I see just how right he is, so I just nod slowly and reach for my martini.

  He lips turn down into a frown as he reaches for his beer. “For once I’m speechless.”

  “You know, I don’t even like kissing out in the public, but for some reason with you,” I let out a little sigh, “I feel like I’m going crazy.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I’m letting my guard down,” I tell him, “I’m telling you…things. Things that I never tell anyone.”

  “That makes two of us.” He leans forward and touches my face. I can smell a mix of Bud Light and his cologne. Intenso to be exact. I let out a little breath and my heart begins pounding deep in my chest. “Now you just need me to take care of you for a change.”

  I stare at him in disbelief. It’s difficult to believe that I’m letting my guard down like this. It’s hard to believe I’m even letting him in. It’s even more difficult to grasp that Ryder was the one getting cheated on, not only by his girlfriend but one of his friends, too. What a shitty world we live in. People hurt other people without a care in the world. It’s not fair. It leaves half of us damaged and bitter. I’m a prime fucking example.

  The thing with Ryder is that no matter how hard I try I just can’t resist him. Hell, I’m breaking down my wall, I’m letting myself be vulnerable, and yet I still can’t stop it! So when he invited me back over to his place I fully intended on saying no. I’d already gone on another date with him. I was seriously putting my foot down and having him take me home. I had a plan. I was pouring myself a glass of wine and sinking into a pile of bubbles in a hot bubble bath.

  That would have been fantastic if I could have just stuck with my fucking plan, but here we are. After four martinis, five beers, and a medium pizza we’re both back at his place. I guess I should have expected it honestly. After I opened up to him the way that I did. I still can’t believe I told him so much. Then again, I can’t believe that he told me so much.

  He tells me to make myself at home so I place my clutch on his leather couch. At this point I really have nothing to be nervous about, I’ve already showered with the man for crying out fucking loud. I turn and see that he’s already slipped out of his suit jacket and is undoing the Windsor knot from his tie. He gives me that little smirk that makes my knees knock and my stomach flip. It’s just not right for him to have that much power over me. This is absolutely fucking ridiculous, I mean who does he think he is?

  I walk over to help him with his tie, carefully untying the knot, and letting it hang freely around his neck. I trace my fingers alone the silk. He does get some brownie points for his sense of style. He must be one of the best dressed detectives on the force. I begin slowly pulling the tie downward. Whatever he’s done to me is awful. I might as well not waste a good time. I can’t deny that I had fun on our little date. Doors were opened for me, the bills were paid by him, and chairs were pulled out. It was…nice, and I’d be lying if I say I don’t enjoy his company. I do…I just have a lot of demons I guess.

  He immediately takes my hands in his and shakes his head. “My turn, sweetheart. I get to take care of you.”

  My mouth drops and I stare at him confused. I’m speechless and can’t do anything but stare at him. He gives me that smirk again and I feel my knees buckle underneath me. He pulls me into his arms, letting his hands run down to my ass where he gives it a good squeeze. I release an involuntary squeal that makes him smile. He tightens his grip on my ass and kisses me. It’s deep and carnal. He gives my ass a smack and I can’t help but to moan. He squeezes onto me tighter, making me practically melt right there in his embrace.

  I’m completely helpless. I have no control as he’s pinned my hands between us. I feel something inside of
me ignite. My core twitches and my inner thighs give a tremble as he begins caressing my ass. He pulls away leaving me breathless and gives me that grin again. This time I feel like it could very well kill me. With both of my hands in his and begins tugging me towards his bedroom.

  He doesn’t exactly waste any time as he reaches around for the zipper on my dress and slowly slides it down, letting my dress fall into a heap on the floor. He’s quick to then reach around to unhook my black strapless bra. I stare at him unable to believe what’s happening to me as he squats down grabbing at the edge of my panties. He plants a few kisses beneath my belly button and lets his tongue roll tenderly around making my entire body give off a strong shake. He slides my panties down my legs making sure to touch as much of my legs as he possibly can before he helps me out of them. He removes my heels and proceeds to kiss back up my legs and belly slowly.

  That fire inside my core begins to burn stronger as I release a little moan. I reach out to touch him but she shakes his head, “no, Mercy.”

  My mouth drops again in what I can only assume is the first pout in my lifetime, as he takes one of my wrists and begins lacing his tie around it. By the time he finishes my wrists are bound in a way that’s comfortable but there’s no hope in breaking free. He smiles in approval as he brushes one of his fingers over one of my nipples. He lips find mine but it’s all but brief before he moves me to lie me face down on the bed. He tenderly helps move me to my knees letting his hands touch in all the right places. I let out a little groan and tug at my restraint, making one hell of a feeble attempt to get out.

  “Uh uh,” he scolds me quickly, giving my ass a slap. “I put you in that for a reason. I’m in charge, sweetheart.”

  I let out a groan as I bury my face in his sheets. I make an attempt to control my breathing as I want nothing more than to just sit on his face and tell him to enjoy. I’ve never been so helpless before. It’s both infuriating and invigorating. I want him, I want him now, and he won’t give me another more than a few tender touches and kisses.

  “I do fucking love this ass,” he says, giving it another smack.

  I feel my body jolt this time as I moan.

  “My fucking God.” I feel him behind me as both of his hands latch onto my ass, squeezing, rubbing, and pulling at my cheeks.

  “An ass like this should be illegal,” he jokes as he gives me another squeeze. I feel the bed move slightly and then feel my pussy being spread open. “And this pussy…” I feel the warmth of a finger slide slowly along my lips and I jolt again as I try to push myself towards him.

  “Down girl,” he tells me letting the tip of his finger slide into my pussy and back out again. I find myself pushing against him, but he pulls away and gives my ass another slap.

  “Eager little girls don’t get anything,” he warns me. This times I have to bite down hard on my bottom lip as he pushes his finger deep inside of me and pulls it back out again. “I promise I’ll make you fucking scream,” he tells me, “I promise I’ll make you come and I’ll have you begging for my cock, sweetheart, but you will beg for it.”

  “Promises, promises, all I hear is a whole lotta talk.”

  Before I can say another word Ryder’s mouth latches on to my pussy. He squeezes my ass hard as I release a loud moan that seems to please him. He grabs at my hips and pulls me to his face as he bends to reach my clit and draw it into his mouth briefly for a light suck. I let out a loud scream and he begins rubbing his face over my now drenched pussy. I find myself already wanting to beg for his cock.

  My core tightens and my legs start to shake as I whimper loudly. He pulls his face away and I feel a hand on my back as he begins sliding what feels like two fingers, deep inside of me.

  He lets out a groan of his own, “pussy like this is addicting.” His fingers begin a steady back and forth rhythm.

  He pushes hard into me and I let out another moan. “Oh…I know you can do better than that, Mercy.” His free hand moves and reaches under me. He wets his finger to begin working on my clit, while his fingers drive harder and deeper into my pussy.

  “I want to hear you say my name, I want to hear you screaming and begging for my cock to be deep inside of you.” He bites at my ass cheek and I let out another squeal as I fight the restraint of his ties.

  I buck against him as he wiggles his fingers. “Ry…der.”

  “Mmm, good girl,” he breathes, “let me take good care of you.”

  I feel my legs grow weak as I struggle to stay up on my knees. My legs shake violently as he drives his fingers deep into my pussy, wiggling them as he reaches the deepest point. I’m out of breath and dying to come when he stops abruptly. I peer over my shoulder as I whimper for more. I whine again and wiggle my ass at him.

  He laughs teasingly, “Mercy doesn’t like not being in control, does she?”

  I feel the bed move and glance over my shoulder to see that Ryder is lying down in the bed and positioning me over his face. I feel his tongue lick the full length of my slit and I involuntarily shake as another moan escapes my mouth.

  “Your pussy is too sweet for my own damn good,” he murmurs, giving me another soft lick. “Say it, Mercy, say it now.”

  I let out a little squeal and bury my face in the bed again. “You’re fucking cute trying so hard to hide it,” he teases, giving my pussy another good lick. “Say it, Mercy.”

  I let out another moan. There’s no denying just how good it feels. There’s no denying just how bad I want his cock. I let out another moan as I struggle on my shaky legs. “I want it.”

  “You want what?” I feel the bed move and glance over my shoulder again. Ryder is standing up and stripping out of his clothes. His boxer briefs are the last to go and I watch his cock spring free as he reaches for it and gives it a tug. I see the flared head of his penis glisten as he tenderly rubs his thumb over it.

  “Say it,” he commands. “I can finish myself off by just looking at this sweet ass of yours, you better hurry.”

  Ryder steps forward and moves behind me with his cock still in his hand. Finally I feel the head rub gently along my lips.

  I pull at my restraints and let out a scream. “I want your fucking cock, Ryder!”

  He leans forward, resting his belly to my back as he brushes hair off my shoulder and leans into my ear. “Now that was sexy.”

  He grabs onto my shoulder and begins easing himself inside of me, letting my pussy swallow every inch of him. I throw my head back and moan out of sheer relief and intoxicating pleasure.

  “Sweetheart,” he says as he completely fills me, “one day this will be the death of me.” He lets out a breath and finally begins moving his hips in a steady rhythm. I begin pushing into him and I feel him grab a handful of my hair. I release another loud moan. My body feels like it could explode at any moment when Ryder leans into my ear again. “Not so fast.”

  “Ryder,” I groan as I try to break my restraint. He leans down kissing my shoulders, reaching his hand around he finds my clit as he buries his cock deep in my pussy. I yank at the tie again as I shove my ass to him.

  “Fuck,” he breathes, “I love this side of you.”

  I whimper as his free hand moves slowly around to my belly. He tugs at my hair helping to adjust me how he needs me. Finally, a few of his fingers feverishly works my clit, making me wiggle and shake uncontrollably. I can’t take another second. My body gives a violent shake and release the loudest, most pleasure filled scream that I’ve ever had before in my life.

  I can’t control myself any more. I fucking want it. I want it all. The hard pounding in my pussy. Him filling every inch of me while he rubs my clit. The hair pulling and the ass smacking. Even hearing his ragged breaths as he tells me what to do. His breathing becomes more labored as he moves the hand from my clit and begins squeezing and slapping my ass. All I can do now is scream and beg for more.

  “Ry…der, yes, harder.” He moves his hand from my hair to my throat holding me in a gentle but rough manner as he dives into m
e harder. I come hard half collapsing on the bed. I feel his cock twitch from the depths of my folds as he releases a loud groan.

  He pulls out of me and moves to my mouth, grabbing a handful of hair, and begins guiding his cock in my mouth.

  “That’s it.”

  He pushes himself to the back of my throat and groans as he releases his load. I swallow as he moves himself from my mouth and allows me to lick the head after. He reaches to untie me and orders me onto my back. I’m a shaking, shivering mess that can hardly move. He pulls a blanket around me and climbs in the bed next to me. I’m in no condition to argue as I stare at him.

  He gives me a pleased smile, “see what happens when you let a real man take care of you?”

  I stare at him in a haze as he pulls me into his arms. My body is such a mess that I can’t argue it. He places a hand on my cheek for a moment and then brushes my hair from my eyes. My body is still quivering as he runs and a hand down my back and then to my ass where he rubs his slap marks. I let out a sigh as the tender touch feels wonderful against the burn of the spanking.

  “Keep breathing,” he tells me, “just relax with me.”

  I give me a slow nod as my trembling muscles seem to have another idea.

  “You are absolutely glorious,” he says softly taking my hands in his, rubbing where the tie was.

  I open my mouth to speak but I can’t even find the right words. I don’t how to describe what I’m feeling. The fact that I just had to best orgasm of my entire life or that I’m cuddling for the first time in probably ten years. It’s overwhelming and different, but it’s…it’s…I don’t even know. I feel my shoulders begin to relax with the rest of me and he smiles.

  “Still coming down aren’t you, sweetheart?” He lets out a little chuckle and brushes some more of my hair back.