At His Mercy

People often said that nothing in life came easy. That anything that was worth having, you’d have to work for. The more difficult the road, the more satisfying the destination. And surprise, surprise, every word of it rang true.

I smiled as Xavier’s lips brushed against mine, the taste of sea salt on my tongue. I couldn’t help but admire his perfectly sculpted body, tanned from the Bali sun, drops of ocean water dripping down his muscles like tiny diamonds. We’d gone through hell together. Well, more accurately, he’d dragged me through hell himself. He was my own personal devil. The cruel and downright terrifying billionaire CEO had made my life a living nightmare. But somehow, amidst all the heartache and tragedy and chaos, he’d also become my salvation. My protector.

“What does?” Xavier asked, his lips right next to my ear. We were draped all over each other on our private beach, white sands our bed and the golden fire of sunset our ceiling.

“The fact that we’re married,” I replied, snuggling into his chest. “I mean, who would’ve thought that the man who made my life a living hell would end up being the love of my life?”

Xavier chuckled, his eyes sparking mischievously. “Don’t relax just yet. I’m still more than capable of giving you hell.” His fingers began to trail down my stomach, leaving a trail of fire against my skin. “Slow, agonizing, torturous hell.”

“Xavier…” I gasped as his fingers traced over my bikini, teasing my core before moving down towards my inner thighs. His fingers moved slowly, sending shivers of pleasure through me. He’d creep his fingers upwards before deliberately moving them away. I moaned and grabbed his wrists to try and force his hands up to where I ached for them to be, but he was too strong. He wouldn’t budge. “Please…”

“Or maybe it’s heaven?” he murmured against my skin, his lips dragging down to my neck. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” His mouth continued down towards my breasts, dragging aside the fabric and teasing my nipple with his tongue. All the while, his fingers continued to trail along my thighs, never giving me what I craved. I tried to squirm to get his fingers where I wanted them, but his iron grip held me down until I stopped moving.

“Hell,” I moaned. “This is definitely hell.”

“You knew what you were signing up for.” He bit down on my breasts lightly, making me arch my back with a mix of pain and pleasure. He suddenly picked me up and flipped me around like I weighed absolutely nothing. He pushed me into the sand, my head down and ass up as he pinned my hands behind my back.

“You knew that when you married me I’d do anything I wanted with you.” He spanked me harder, and I whimpered helplessly. “That I’d use you however I like. That you’d be at my mercy.”

I gasped as he spanked me again, my face burning, my body thrumming like a live wire. This was humiliating. Embarrassing. But despite myself, I wiggled my ass in the air and spread my legs wider apart for him. What on earth was I doing?

“Yes,” I whispered into the sand.

My husband spanked me again, making me cry out. “Louder.”

“Yes!” I cried, horniness chasing shame out the window. “I love it!”

“There’s a good girl.” His voice was deep and sensual, and hearing those words from his lips sent a ripple of pleasure through me. I could feel my lust dripping down my thigh. His fingers found my clit again, rewarding me. “Now, tell me what you want.”

“T-tell you?” I stuttered in between moans. My mind was so hazed over with pain and pleasure it was hard to think straight. He pulled his fingers away, and I gasped. “No! Please…”

“I won’t tell you again.”

“I-I need you. Inside me,” I said breathily.

Xavier slid my drenched bikini aside and gently, slowly pushed a finger inside me. I ached with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. I squirmed underneath his touch.

“Are you satisfied with that?” he asked, reading my thoughts.

“No…”

He pulled his finger out and spanked me again before plunging two fingers deep inside of me. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock!” I moaned, squirming beneath his questing fingers. They curled and rubbed inside of me, but I wanted more. “Please… I need you to fuck me.”

Xavier pulled away, but only for a second. He gripped my waist and dragged me backward through the sand toward him. I could feel his hard, throbbing cock pressed against my ass. It was so hot and heavy. I grinded myself against him and I was rewarded with a throaty moan.