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Re: Simple Instructions, 5/?
Date: 2012-08-27 05:12 pm (UTC)She ended up with her face almost pressed into the ledger, so closely that the upside down writing turned into a blur in her eyes. Then she had to grasp the edge of the desk for support, because Mercer's boot had wedged itself between her bare legs and was insistently pushing her feet apart.
”Damn this rag”, he muttered behind her, and she felt another pull and heard the dress tear further. The slight chill on her newly bared skin was unmistakable, and her entire body grew hot and heavy when she realized he had bared her to the waist.
”Now this”, he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork, ”this I like. Just as I thought you would be. But I'm usually right about these things.”
For a moment, it was quiet. Too quiet. Laverna was sure she could feel his stare, wanted to writhe and squirm to ease the feel of it, or claw at the desk, beg, anything.
Her frenzied thought flow was cut short by a loud smack.
The sound was what registered first. Sharp, unexpected, it caused her to make a small shriek. Right on its heels came the pain in the round, fleshy body part that had been at the receiving end.
”Y-you... slapped me”, she stammered, surprised.
”That's right. And I'm going to do it again. Why?” Here he paused for another slap, as hard and loud as the first. ”Because it amuses me.”
Yet another slap, which hurt even more than the previous ones on her already tender flesh. She remembered, faintly, one of the men who had courted her back home, giving her a few fumbling pats on the rump. She had not thought much of it, or him, and dismissed the idea. But this... this hurt.
Somehow, inexplicably, it made her even hotter while it did. She felt a wet trickle down her inner thigh and bit her lip to hold back a whimper.
”Not red enough for my taste yet.”
The words were followed by more hard slaps, raining down on her in rapid succession, the raw, stinging pain of each piling on top of the others until it felt like she was on fire from the waist down. It was too much, she couldn't help it, she had to reach back and try to protect herself –
Quick as a fox, Mercer grabbed her wrist and planted her hand back on the desk.
”Your hands stay down”, he said darkly, ”or I'll make them stay down. Your choice.”
”Please.” Her voice didn't sound like her own at all. ”Please, no more. Hurts.”
Through the haze of need and ache, she thought she heard a quiet groan.
”It's supposed to hurt.”
He bent over her, enclosed her between his body and the desk, unyielding hardness on both sides. Swept sweaty hair off the back of her neck. Planted a gruff remark right into her brain and her nerve endings:
”That was the test. Now for the reward.”
Re: Simple Instructions, 5/?
Date: 2012-08-27 10:32 pm (UTC)This is HOT! Mercer is definitely not a nice guy...and we want him just like this!!
Re: Simple Instructions, 5/?
Date: 2012-08-27 10:53 pm (UTC)Re: Simple Instructions, 5/5
Date: 2012-09-02 11:32 am (UTC)It occurred to Laverna, briefly, that it was possible Thrynn was still around. Or someone else. Any Guild member could walk in at any time and see her thrown over the desk, torn and disheveled and spread open like some inconsequential plaything. And they would see – and hear – how every inch of her was burning for it.
But the fact was, she needed it too much to care. So much that she found herself mewling, begging in small nonverbal sounds; and when she heard the shuffle and clink of leather, cloth and opened buckles, she knew it was truly happening, and her hips lifted lewdly, urging him on.
Mercer's palms landed on her backside, and she flinched from the feel of them, the burn of the slaps still fresh in the memory of her skin. Callused thumbs parted her and exposed her core, and wetness welled up both there and in her eyes.
”Please”, she managed to voice, uncaring who heard. ”Please.”
He stilled for a few heartbeats, and she heard him draw a deep breath. Then, fast and decisive, he grasped her hips hard and pulled her into an advantageous angle, and then, in one thrust, buried himself in her to the hilt.
She knew from the hum of blood in her ears and the painfully sweet pressure in the pit of her belly that it would happen this time. She would climax. There was no stopping it. She had though it wasn't even possible, to gain much pleasure from a man filling her up and working in monotonous rhythm until he spilled his seed. She had endured it because she'd hoped, each time (until she'd given up hope), that the magic would happen if she only tried a different man.
A different nice man.
Mercer was not a nice man.
He was dangerous and rough, he'd treated her like she was good for nothing but stripping and ravishing, and he'd thrown her down and was fucking her to the darkest and brightest and maddest Oblivion.
She came undone with a cry, writhing and contracting around the thick organ still relentlessly moving inside her. Her nails scored the surface of the desk, hair clung to her face and got in her mouth and eyes. And it went on and on, wrung every drop of sweat and every scream from her, until she was nothing but an exhausted receptacle for him to use until his own climax.
*
”Turn around. Turn around and look at me.”
She did, slowly and reluctantly. How much easier it would have been to slink away, get washed, get dressed and curl up on her bunk, think of ways to act as if nothing had happened.
Her gaze moved up from his knees to the open breeches, the tool of her undoing which, even softening, made her shudder all over again, the wide chest, the scar-scored chin. Lips twisted into a half-smirk. Finally, eyes that had seen her for what she was, secretly, inside.
”From now on, Laverna”, and how could he speak so evenly so soon after, ”I trust you'll know who's leading and who's following around here. Who gives the instructions, and who does as told.”
There was really only one answer to that.
Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2012-09-02 11:36 am (UTC)OP, I hope that was depraved enough for you. For more Mercer fic cravings, there are some really awesome ones in the Delicious archive. In fact, they're so good I hesitated to step on the other A!A's turf!
Trivia: Laverna was the Roman goddess of thieves and the underworld.
Re: Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2012-09-02 12:09 pm (UTC)Sequel, y/y?
Re: Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2012-09-03 08:39 am (UTC)Re: Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2012-09-03 12:13 pm (UTC)Re: Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2012-09-23 08:23 am (UTC)Re: Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2012-09-30 12:42 pm (UTC)Re: Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2013-03-26 10:05 am (UTC)Re: Fumbling A!A!
Date: 2013-05-06 08:35 pm (UTC)Re: Simple Instructions, 5/5
Date: 2013-05-08 03:13 pm (UTC)Re: Simple Instructions, 5/5
Date: 2013-05-22 05:26 pm (UTC)