Craving His Command - A Doms Of Genesis Novella

by Jenna Jacob

  He grinned against Mercy’s lips as she clung to him like a crab while he crawled onto the middle of the bed.

  She pulled from his lips and narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?”

  “You,” he teased before turning decidedly sober. “Thank you for…being you, Mercy.”

  “You don’t have to thank me for anything…I love you.”

  “I love you, and I aim to show you just how much, too.”

  “Not if I show you first.” The mischievous grin tugging her lips melted his heart.

  Reaching between her head and the pillow, Kellan fisted her hair and gave a little tug.

  A flare of hunger flashed in her eyes. Her pupils widened.

  Mine!

  “Who’s in charge, girl?”

  With a coy smile, she softly moaned. “You, Sir…always.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Mercy had waited what felt like a lifetime for Kellan to hover over her like this…like her fantasies. But was he emotionally ready to make love to her? The sliver of worry that Kellan was moving too fast zipped through her head.

  After he’d revealed that he loved her, he’d explained what had happened to his wife…the hopes and dreams they’d had. Mercy assured him she had no qualms loving a married man. Some might view her a whore, but she didn’t care. No one could call her a home wrecker; the drunk who’d run Leena down held that title.

  Kellan worried Mercy would think him an adulterer. Of course, she had thought that very thing, at least until she’d learned the truth. It broke her heart that he’d locked himself away inside a self-imposed prison for five long years. Still, she’d almost turned him down when he invited her to move in with him, but if they were going to survive in any aspect—be it friends or lovers—she had to trust him.

  Mercy let him set the pace those few short days ago; she’d trust his decision now.

  She closed her eyes as Kellan brushed his lips along her jaw, down her throat, nipping her flesh as he worked his way to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Tingles turned to goose bumps that peppered her arms. A whimper seeped from her lips while the ache between her legs grew and soaked her panties.

  After slowly peeling off her clothes, Kellan dragged the pads of his fingers over her skin. His touch ignited that familiar warmth, the awakening of the man who owned her heart, sank into her soul. His masterful fingers circled the crinkled flesh of her areolas like a blind man reading braille. Lifting, she arched, scraping her stiff peaks against his palms.

  Gliding his tongue down her neck, he pressed it flat against the pulse point. “Your heart is racing, angel. Are you excited about all the wicked things I’m going to do to you?” His voice was sinfully deep and whiskey smooth.

  “Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “Please, show me.”

  “I’ll do more than show you. I’m going to draw every ounce of pleasure from your wicked body, over and over.”

  Kellan flicked his tongue at her taut nipple. Mercy gasped and softly raked her nails across his back. Unrelenting, he feasted on her breasts, one after the other, until her swollen peaks grew tender. Each scrape of his teeth followed by the swirling lave of his tongue melded the shards of pain into blissful pleasure.

  He commanded her body, but not for his own sadistic pleasure. Even when he scraped his teeth over her inflamed nipples, Kellan heightened the pleasure with a blissful sweep of his tongue…melding the two opposing sensations in spine-bending harmony.

  The torture was exquisite.

  “Your skin tastes sweet…addicting.” His voice was a raspy murmur.

  A trail of fire ignited her flesh as Kellan skimmed his lips and tongue down her body.

  Anticipation multiplied as Mercy lay trembling in complete surrender.

  Inching lower still, he nipped the thin skin covering her pelvic bones. Her pussy clutched at the strange erotic sensation. She rolled her hips, unable to contain her mounting need or the moan that slid off her tongue when he settled his warm hand over her bare mound.

  Her swollen clit throbbed in time with her pounding heart. Mercy ached for his thick fingers to part her folds and slide deep inside her weeping core.

  Kellan had other plans.

  Raking a hungry gaze down her body, he lightly slapped the fleshy bow between her legs. The vibration teased her needy clit.

  “Oh, god,” Mercy moaned.

  He replied by increasing the tempo and strength of each swat. Burning heat enveloped her flesh and Mercy slightly parted her thighs.

  “That’s it, angel. Yes…wider for me,” he encouraged. “Wide so I can see your pretty wet folds.”

  Bending her knees, she spread her legs.

  Kellan dragged his fingers through her dripping folds and then landed a wet slap atop her mound. A surge of pain spread up her stomach and down her pussy, rolling beneath her skin to meld and coil at her clit. She stretched her legs so wide the insides of her thighs grew taut.

  “That’s it, little one. Proudly show me what’s mine. I enjoy inspecting every slick pink fold…the ripples and ridges inside my sinfully beautiful cunt.”

  “Kellan,” she whimpered.

  He landed a quick but brutal wet slap across her pussy. Mercy let out a howl and immediately started to close her legs.

  “No!” Kellan gripped her thighs and spread her open once more. “How do you address me?”

  “Sir,” she gasped, riding the blistering wave cresting through her.

  “I think it’s time we move past Sir, now. Don’t you? Call me Master, angel.”

  “Yes, Master,” she replied with a quiver of delight.

  The teacher had now become the Master…her Master, claiming her as his own.

  Tears of happiness slid from her eyes.

  “Good girl,” he praised low and lovingly.

  Supporting himself on his elbows, Kellan stretched onto his stomach and began tracing his finger along the outline of her swollen, wet folds. Mercy mewled. Her hungry core clutched the empty air.

  “Yes, just like I’d dreamed. Your cunt’s ripe like a peach.” He leaned in close and inhaled a deep breath. “Mmm, smells sweet like one, too.”

  He smiled up at her and extended his tongue. Mercy watched, whimpered, and quivered as he slowly dragged it up her center. His chin glistened and he closed his eyes and moaned.

  “Much better than a peach,” he growled. “Juicier. Sweeter. Oh, yes, angel, you taste much, much better.”

  He gave her no warning before he lunged his mouth over her cunt. Lapping, sucking, scraping, he devoured her with his teeth and tongue. Kellan soon added his fingers into play, driving deep inside her as he suckled her clit. The roar of release thundered in her ears, but Mercy knew she couldn’t let go, couldn’t fragment into that explosive bliss without permission. A permission she feared was light-years from rolling off his tongue.

  With his lips wrapped around her clit, he batted his tongue back and forth over the sensitive nub. The room was spinning, or maybe it was her mind, but soon she was going to go down in flames.

  She sank her fingers into his thick, dark hair and held on for dear life.

  But when he began spreading her hot cream over the puckered rim of her ass, sparks of lightning shot through her and she clutched his scalp.

  “Oh, please…no,” she cried. “No. I can’t hold back if you do that…please, Master. Don’t.”

  Kellan lifted from her clit and sent her a wicked smile as he pressed the tip of his finger through her gathered rim.

  Mercy rocked her hips. Taking his digit deeper, she let out a lusty moan.

  “Oh, angel. I’m going to love tormenting your tight little ass.” To emphasize his words, Kellan wiggled his finger as she tightened around him. “But I’m going to love fucking your sinful little hole, claiming you here a whole lot more.”

  “Master!”

  “I am…and I’m never going to let you forget it.”

  The love and promise in his eyes melted her heart.

  Without another word, Ke
llan dipped his head and began devouring her once more.

  The lash of his tongue, the thrust of his fingers filling and stretching her was too much. She dangled at the edge of release by sheer will alone. Her body and mind fused, and Mercy’s keening cries echoed all around her as she melted beneath his salacious assault.

  “Come for me, angel. Come hard!” Kellan bellowed.

  He shoved his fingers deep and sucked her clit between his lips.

  “Master!” she cried as the thunder consumed her.

  Lights flashed behind her eyes.

  Her muscles gripped tight around him. Mercy bore down beneath the weight of release.

  “Jesus,” he hissed as she seized his fingers.

  Blinded in bliss, Mercy shattered.

  Kellan continued to thrust through her clutching tunnels, riding the waves of ecstasy with her as she screamed and writhed. Slowly, he brought her back down and eased from inside her. He crawled up the bed and gathered her boneless sated body into his arms.

  Mercy felt his rigid, throbbing cock pressed against her thigh and whimpered.

  She lifted her leg and shifted her weight until her folds enveloped the length of his heated shaft.

  Kellan groaned and claimed her in a raw and urgent kiss.

  Mercy ached to rise up and slide onto his cock. To feel him fill and stretch her as she rode him to the same oblivion he’d granted her.

  “I need a condom.” His voice was tight, strained.

  “I’m on the pill. I’m clean,” she explained breathlessly before kissing him again.

  Mercy could taste herself as Kellan plunged his tongue into her mouth. He gripped her hips and lifted her off his pulsating erection. As he aligned the crest to her cunt, she clutched and softly kissed his wide, wet tip.

  With a feral roar, he pulled down on her hips as he thrust all the way inside her. She tore from his mouth and cried out beneath a sublime and wicked burn that consumed her core.

  “So tight. So hot…”

  “Yes. Oh, god…yes,” she panted.

  Kellan drew her against his chest and rolled, pinning her beneath him. He pulled back and dragged his cock through her fiery passage. Mercy wiggled, working to relax her muscles.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Yes, but it’s divine agony,” she mewled.

  “Will you suffer for me?”

  If this was his idea of suffering, she’d gladly take all the agony he’d give.

  “Always, Master.”

  “Arms above your head, slave.”

  His declaration that she was his slave filled her with joy and pride.

  All Mercy’s dreams had come true.

  She raised her arms and gripped the base of the headboard, then stared up at him.

  Love flowed from his deep blue eyes and surged into her veins.

  “Use me, Master…use me to fulfill all your needs,” she whispered softly.

  Kellan cursed beneath his breath. Bending low, he kissed her as he dragged his thick cock in and out of her snug core. He strummed her sore nipples with a featherlight touch, then laved and kissed the peaks, all the while thrusting in and out, teasing the tightly knit bundle of nerves deep inside her.

  Like a conductor, he played her body, heart, and soul masterfully, building her senses to a blinding, beautiful crescendo, only to thwart her with a demand not to come. Mercy fought every primal urge inside her to stave off her release.

  For a brief moment, she wondered if he would leave her suspended and suffering for infinity. But as she watched pleasure and determination play over his face, she knew his almighty control was crumbling as rapidly as hers.

  Sweat dripped from his brow; his labored breaths mirrored her own. As he shuttled in and out of her, the friction of his passion and demand blazed her insides like fire. His shaft swelled impossibly larger, lighting up her G-spot and sending pulses of lightning to numb her limbs.

  She was going to come. Even the fear of failing him couldn’t keep her from holding back to the tide within.

  “Help me! Master…” Her plea-stained cry reverberated in her ears.

  He gripped her hips and buried his cock to the hilt. Staring down at her with such unconditional love and devotion she wanted to cry, he jerked his head.

  “Come!” Kellan bellowed.

  They sailed to the heavens united in the blinding light of love and shattered into a million shards of ecstasy…together.

  Kellan kicked the snow off his boots, hung the shovel on the hook in the garage, and stepped inside the kitchen. Mercy stood at the stove and raised her eyes to him.

  “What?” he asked. Quickly glancing down, he saw the melting snow puddling on the floor. “I’ll clean it up.”

  She laughed. “It’s not that.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “I used to hate the fact that every time I looked at you, my heart rate doubled and my pussy ached.” She set the wooden spoon in her hand on the stove and sauntered his way with a bold, suggestive sway of her hips. “I don’t mind it so much anymore.”

  He laughed and tugged her to his chest before wrapping his arms around her.

  “Brrr.” She shivered and tried to wriggle free. “Your coat…it’s freezing cold.”

  He grinned and held on to her even tighter. “What’s wrong? You don’t like the cold?”

  “I can’t stand it. I’m from Texas, remember?”

  “Why did you move to Chicago, then?”

  “School…work…it sounded good at the time,” she said with a shrug.

  “I’ve got some chains in the dungeon. I could lay out in the snow for an hour or so, and then drape them over your—”

  “What? I’ve been a perfect sub for weeks. I haven’t tried to Top from the bottom. I’ve been working hard to learn all that you’ve been teaching me. Why are you talking about punishing me?”

  “I wasn’t. The icy chains aren’t for punishment, angel…they’re for fun…my fun.”

  Her eyes grew big. Her mouth opened and closed several times. It was all Kellan could do not to laugh.

  “What’s wrong, little one? Doesn’t that sound like fun to you?”

  “I think it sounds like the worst abusive torture on the planet…Sir.”

  “Then I guess you’d better continue being the perfect sub, huh?”

  “Oh, I will.” She swallowed tightly.

  Kellan tugged her in close to his ear. “Not too perfect, angel. I kind of like your sassy attitude…within reason.”

  “That’s good. Because it’s not often I can bite my tongue.”

  “I’ve noticed,” he drawled.

  God, he loved teasing her.

  Mercy rolled her eyes, then kissed him quickly before glancing at the growing puddle beneath his boots.

  “Feel free to grab a towel and wipe that up,” she quipped before heading back to the stove.

  Kellan arched his brows, shucked off his coat and draped it over the hook by the door, then descended to the basement.

  “Where are you going?” Mercy called down to him.

  He didn’t reply as he stepped into the dungeon and snagged a long length of chain. He rattled it noisily as he made his way back up the stairs. Watching the doorway, he wasn’t disappointed when she appeared. Staring at the chains, a look of horror lined her face.

  “I-I was only playing around with you, Master. I already wiped up the water. I was just j-joking. Honest.”

  Oh, yeah…keeping this little minx on her toes is going to be fun…a whole lot of fun.

  Kellan reached the top of the stairs and brushed past her. Mercy followed on his heels, trying to backpedal her way out of trouble. Pausing at the door to the deck, he turned and coiled the chains in a tight circle.

  “I think I’ll leave those there for the time being, but watch yourself, angel. You never know when I might change my mind.”

  Mercy cocked her head and studied him intently. “You’re messing with me on purpose, aren’t you?”

  He shrugged and sh
ot her a wicked smile. “Want to find out?”

  “No thank you.”

  Mercy quickly turned on her heel and scurried back to the kitchen.

  Kellan stood in the family room and stared out at the ice covering the lake, then turned and watched Mercy stirring something on the stove. He made his way back to the kitchen and eased in behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled the scent of soap and the citrusy lotion she used on her body.

  “Smells delicious,” he murmured in her ear.

  Mercy tilted her head to one side, granting him access to the soft flesh of her neck. “It’s a maple spicy mustard glaze for the pork roast I have in the oven.”

  “I’m talking about you.” He lowered his voice, adding the edge of command that always captured her attention.

  He smiled as he felt a shiver ripple through her.

  “How much longer on the glaze?” he whispered dragging his tongue over the shell of her ear. Mercy moaned and stopped stirring. Purposely dragging his lips down the column of her neck, he knew she wouldn’t answer. She never did when he drew her focus away in such a manner. Kellan stepped back and landed a harsh smack on her ass with his hand. “Answer me, slave.”

  “Five minutes.” Her voice quivered.

  “In seven minutes, I want you upstairs.” He caressed the sting from her lush orbs with the palm of his hand. “Naked. On your knees with your luscious thighs spread nice and wide for me.”

  “Yes, Master,” she replied in a breathless sigh.

  As he left the kitchen and took the stairs to the second floor, Kellan could hear Mercy furiously tossing pots and pans behind him. A wide, satisfied smile spread across his lips as he yanked his sweater off over his head and stepped inside the bedroom.

  Kellan passed the dresser and paused. A photo of him and Mercy, laughing at the Club Genesis Christmas party, now sat in a gilded frame where the photo of him and Leena once rested.

  The conversation he and Mercy had had after Leena passed away came rushing back.

  “I should go back to my apartment. I don’t want to be in your way. You need time to mourn.”

  “Stay, please. I want and need you to stay. I started mourning the loss of my wife five years ago and stopped the day I met you. I can’t lose you, too, Mercy. I love you.”