Nessa was still intimidated by Mercer, but the memories of her time in Honorhall were much scarier than he had ever done to her and they gave her courage. "How can I know anything about you? You never talk to any of us. You're always behind your desk or at Riftweald Manor. Maybe I would love to know you better…Master Frey."
Mercer paused, studying her. His expression was primarily suspicion, but there was curiosity as well. Maybe she had struck a nerve in response. It would serve him right.
"I think we're getting to know each other rather well," Mercer finally said. His hand slid back inside her open top to touch her breast again. His lips pressed against hers, gentler this time, before his tongue flicked over the full lips. "Unless you want to stop."
She knew she should say, "Yes, I want to stop. You were wrong to ever touch me", that she was saving herself for Brynjolf and he was the one she loved and wanted and never, ever Mercer. But she couldn't. There was something deadly about the older man. Something predatory and strong and gods she wanted that too. There was a lust in his eyes that she never saw in Brynjolf's when he looked at her and it made her feel as equally parts a grown woman as it tore her self-esteem apart too.
"No, I don't want to stop, Master Frey," she answered meekly. The words surprised her. Not only the agreement, but how easily addressing him as master was coming now.
"I didn't think you would," he smirked, making her realize he had known her answer all along. "To return to our previous topic, all thieves steal for a 'just' reason at first. Everyone feels justified in taking what isn't theirs. They have to in order to find the courage to go through with it. But only real thieves continue to take long after the 'righteousness' has passed. We steal because we have no other skills, we rob because we want a bed to sleep in and a meal in our stomachs, but there is also the allure of the thrill of the hunt, both as we chase and are in response chased, that is only sated by the satisfaction of making something precious and rare ours instead of someone else's."
"And what do you want, sir?" Nessa whispered, licking her lips. "What rare and precious thing has caught your eye?"
Mercer chuckled wickedly as he pressed his hand on her shoulder. "I want you," he said making her go blood red in the face all over again, "and I want you on your knees." Nessa knelt gratefully. It felt easier to think when she didn't have to try to keep her legs from buckling from under her. "Now, unlace my trousers."
Her hands were definitely working much better now. While it had felt like an eternity to open her blouse, Mercer's pants were much easier to undo. The slightest nod of approval from Mercer encouraged her to pull his cock free.
Nessa swallowed at the sight. She had seen the occasional male member. The Cistern wasn't the most private place and the accidental frontal view happened time to time. But they had all been flaccid and across the room. Mercer was right there and he was hard. His cock hung straight and by the Nine it was thick.
"Kiss it," Mercer commanded. Nessa hesitated before pressing her lips against the tip. She found that it was a bit sticky from some clear liquid. When she licked it off, she made a face at the taste. This caused Mercer to laugh. "You really know nothing."
"I..." Nessa didn't get to finish her thought before Mercer pushed forward so his cock went into her mouth. Any protest was lost as he filled her mouth. She thought he would stop when he reached the back of her mouth, but the Guildmaster had other ideas.
His hand held the back of her head so she couldn't move as his cock slid down her throat. She could feel herself stretch to accommodate his girth. Tears sprung in her eyes as she struggled, but that seemed to only excite Mercer further. She beat her tiny hands against his legs, but her objections were ignored until he had hilted against her.
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Virtue of Pleasure 5/?
Date: 2013-04-12 05:30 am (UTC)Nessa was still intimidated by Mercer, but the memories of her time in Honorhall were much scarier than he had ever done to her and they gave her courage. "How can I know anything about you? You never talk to any of us. You're always behind your desk or at Riftweald Manor. Maybe I would love to know you better…Master Frey."
Mercer paused, studying her. His expression was primarily suspicion, but there was curiosity as well. Maybe she had struck a nerve in response. It would serve him right.
"I think we're getting to know each other rather well," Mercer finally said. His hand slid back inside her open top to touch her breast again. His lips pressed against hers, gentler this time, before his tongue flicked over the full lips. "Unless you want to stop."
She knew she should say, "Yes, I want to stop. You were wrong to ever touch me", that she was saving herself for Brynjolf and he was the one she loved and wanted and never, ever Mercer. But she couldn't. There was something deadly about the older man. Something predatory and strong and gods she wanted that too. There was a lust in his eyes that she never saw in Brynjolf's when he looked at her and it made her feel as equally parts a grown woman as it tore her self-esteem apart too.
"No, I don't want to stop, Master Frey," she answered meekly. The words surprised her. Not only the agreement, but how easily addressing him as master was coming now.
"I didn't think you would," he smirked, making her realize he had known her answer all along. "To return to our previous topic, all thieves steal for a 'just' reason at first. Everyone feels justified in taking what isn't theirs. They have to in order to find the courage to go through with it. But only real thieves continue to take long after the 'righteousness' has passed. We steal because we have no other skills, we rob because we want a bed to sleep in and a meal in our stomachs, but there is also the allure of the thrill of the hunt, both as we chase and are in response chased, that is only sated by the satisfaction of making something precious and rare ours instead of someone else's."
"And what do you want, sir?" Nessa whispered, licking her lips. "What rare and precious thing has caught your eye?"
Mercer chuckled wickedly as he pressed his hand on her shoulder. "I want you," he said making her go blood red in the face all over again, "and I want you on your knees." Nessa knelt gratefully. It felt easier to think when she didn't have to try to keep her legs from buckling from under her. "Now, unlace my trousers."
Her hands were definitely working much better now. While it had felt like an eternity to open her blouse, Mercer's pants were much easier to undo. The slightest nod of approval from Mercer encouraged her to pull his cock free.
Nessa swallowed at the sight. She had seen the occasional male member. The Cistern wasn't the most private place and the accidental frontal view happened time to time. But they had all been flaccid and across the room. Mercer was right there and he was hard. His cock hung straight and by the Nine it was thick.
"Kiss it," Mercer commanded. Nessa hesitated before pressing her lips against the tip. She found that it was a bit sticky from some clear liquid. When she licked it off, she made a face at the taste. This caused Mercer to laugh. "You really know nothing."
"I..." Nessa didn't get to finish her thought before Mercer pushed forward so his cock went into her mouth. Any protest was lost as he filled her mouth. She thought he would stop when he reached the back of her mouth, but the Guildmaster had other ideas.
His hand held the back of her head so she couldn't move as his cock slid down her throat. She could feel herself stretch to accommodate his girth. Tears sprung in her eyes as she struggled, but that seemed to only excite Mercer further. She beat her tiny hands against his legs, but her objections were ignored until he had hilted against her.