“Tell me, Mercy, have you missed me?”

The green in her eyes sparkled as her head nodded with contentment.

Mercy was the exception of all the girls. Initially, I trapped her into working with the club the same way Leo and I forced the other girls, but after a few interactions with Mercy, I realized she was different. I realized she appreciated the dominance, she thrived on it, and that was what made us so compatible.

“Have you heard anything new today? Did everything seem to be in order?”

She nodded her head with a small smile to her lips.

“I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours. Tell me, how was your practice with Goldie?”

I stroked her sides as she spoke softly to me.

“She’s nice, Rex. She tells us how beautiful we are every day, and is confident in our abilities.”

“Do you not get the same thing from me?” I asked, a little concerned.

“No, I do, but I don’t think the other girls do.”

I nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry, baby girl. Once we have more members, they will feel the same way you do. Now, enough talking, I need to feel myself inside of you.”

Bowing her head, she returned to her submissive self and waited for me to direct her.

“Pull off my tie and wrap it around your eyes; I only want you feeling tonight.”

Carefully, her small hands ran up my chest and started undoing my tie. I watched as her body flexed over mine, her nipples puckered, only arousing me even more. Once my tie was undone, I watched as she wrapped the tie around her eyes and tied it off against the back of her head. Her breasts fell heavy against her chest when her arms returned to her side, enticing my tongue to reach out and flick them.

“Lean back,” I commanded.

Her body angled back, with her hands propped against my thighs, giving me a great view of her breasts. I ran my hands up her sides to just under her breasts, watching her chest heave up and down from my touch. Mercy was very receptive to my caresses, and I marveled every time I had her under me how she reacted to each press of my finger.

With my thumbs taking the lead, I ran them over her nipples…just barely caressing them. I tortured her with precision until I could tell she couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s when I pinched them. I pinched them until her mouth flew open from pleasurable pain.

“You’re allowed to voice your pleasure tonight,” I told her.

Instantly a groan came out of her and her hips moved against my hardened erection. Looking down, I could see how wet she already was, another aspect of Mercy I absolutely adored. She was always so ready for me.

“Tell me, Mercy. What do you want from me?”

“Your cock,” she responded without hesitation. “I want your cock, Rex.”

“Stand up.”

She stood straight in front of me and I kicked her legs apart, giving me better access to her pussy.

I told Goldie I was the only one being pleasured in the room, but that was a lie. There was no way I could not pleasure Mercy, not by the way she reacted to me so easily. I needed every aspect of her, and I wouldn’t let her think any other way.

My hands ran up her inner thighs until they barely caressed her heated core, where she was wet, just waiting for me to plunge into her. Deftly, my fingers started to rub her clit, causing her head to fall back and her legs to buckle slightly.

“How does that feel, baby girl?”

“So good,” she moaned. “Please, I need more.”

I pulled my hand away and spoke sternly, “Mercy, what do we not do in here?”

“Tell you what to do,” she said meekly.

“That’s correct; don’t make me remind you again.”

With a nod, she stood straight again. Instead of going back to rub her out, I undid my belt and pants and pulled them down, feeing my erection pop free. It was so easy to be hard around Mercy; it didn’t take much. Just watching her up on stage was intoxicating. Knowing members wanted to do her, would soon be taking pleasure from her like I did, was an even bigger turn on.

I liked knowing I could pass around what was so precious to me. Some dominants didn’t share, didn’t dare pass around their submissive, but that wasn’t me. I got off on the fact that Mercy could be fucking another man, but in the back of my mind, I knew she was thinking of me the whole time. Call me fucked up, but I couldn’t help what I liked.

I rolled a condom on and said, “Come, sit on top of me, Mercy; take me inside of you.”

Mercy turned her body away from me and backed up until her calves hit my shins. Carefully, she sat down, gauging where I was. She grabbed ahold of my erection with her hand, and then guided me inside of her.

Every inch of her was perfection. Even with a layer of protection around us, she still felt amazing. It would never get better than Mercy, never.

Once she was seated on me, I pressed my hand into her hair and grabbed a chunk of it, while pushing her forward. I grabbed my phone from my side pocket and angled the camera so you could see her hair and our connection. Holding my hand steady, I took a picture of the erotic scene to save for later.

After I took care of business, I focused on just me and Mercy. I yanked on her hair and pulled her close to my body so her back was rubbing against my chest and I could speak into her ear.

“I want you to ride me, Mercy. Ride the fuck out of me.”

Without a tell of emotion, her hips hypnotically moved against my crotch, taking me in and out of her, squeezing me with each plunge. Her chest rose and fell with the intensity of our connection. Easily, I could feel my orgasm start to peak, I could feel my balls tighten from the pressure she was putting on my cock. The feeling of numbness started to cloud my legs as my body started to float with the sensation of pure ecstasy.

From the bottom of her throat, Mercy groaned and clenched around me as her orgasm took her into a frenzy, working my cock up and down until I grunted into her ear and released everything in me.

“Fuck,” I groaned closely to her ear, letting her know how much she pleased me, how much she was able to take me over the edge.

Her hips slowed until there was no more orgasm for her to ride out. Her back fell against me and I released the grip I had on her hair, letting her relax against me.

I kissed the side of her neck and then allowed her to stand. Like a good little submissive, she grabbed my cock and removed my condom, and then cleaned me up.

She was perfect. Everything about her was just so damn perfect. Once she was done, she knelt in front of me and waited to be excused.

“Mercy, once again, you’ve pleased me. Look up at me.”

Her eyes peeked up from under her heavy eyelashes, seductively pulling me into her gaze once again.

“Mercy, are you jealous of Goldie, that she is living with me? Be honest.”

She took a second to think about it, and then shook her head no, causing a little ricochet of pain to run through my chest. I wanted her to be jealous, to be the only one to have the privilege of being with me.

Her eyes matched mine as she spoke. “I’m not jealous of someone who is no competition to me. I see the way you look at me, compared to the way you look at her. I know the difference. Do you want me to be jealous?”

She ripped me open. Did I want her to be jealous? Yes, I would prefer her to want me the same way I owned her, but the confidence coming off of her was, by far, more enticing than the notion of her being jealous of Goldie.

No, I adored the fact that she knew she wasn’t competition, that she had me wrapped around her pretty little finger.

Pleased, I stood up, put my pants back on, and then grabbed her hand to make her stand as well. My lips found hers for one last kiss, and then I shooed her away. She needed to get back to the other girls before Goldie started becoming suspicious. I was surprised Goldie even let me be with Mercy, but then again, she was desperate, desperate to prove herself and to build a “relationship.”