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pool in his back, weighing his testicles down, even while they hugged the base of his dick. Tickles and shocks zinged along the length of it, signaling the rush. He wanted to come. He wanted to wait. He wanted to crawl inside her and never leave.
    Jism shot from him, blocking out everything else. On some level, he knew she'd come again. He could feel her muscles contracting around his penis. He rocked into the release and then sank into the aftermath.
    They eased onto the floor and into each other's arms. He loved how her hair draped his chest, how she nestled in the cove of his body. Mercy pulled up a little and cupped his cheek. Dark eyes assessed him, looking like shimmering pools at midnight. Ike longed to dive into them. She placed the simplest of kisses over his mouth. "Now that you've had your way with me..."

 

Chapter 4
     
    That Mercy's legs could function after the fucking Ike had given her was a wonder. Crawling under the covers with him tucked beside her almost won out. But for him to spend the night in her bed risked her heart. Mercy refused to let that happen until he'd been fully indoctrinated. As things stood, her heart was already starting to skip down that path. She let it play, with a stern warning she was prepared to yank it back into place if things started to go downhill.
    "Come." She laced her fingers through his and gave a gentle tug. Ike glided to his feet, blue eyes smoldering with banked fire.
    "Your bedroom?"
    "Nope." She brushed her hand down his smooth chest, marveling at the muscle that quivered beneath her touch. "Few men have earned the right to share my bed."
    He tilted his head slightly. Puzzlement brought his eyebrows closer, or was that curiosity?
    "We're going to my playroom." She tweaked his nipple. The other one hardened in sympathy. "It's time to regenerate you."
    The words alone roused his cock. She smiled when it pushed, semi-hard, against her pussy. Stamina was always a plus. At this rate, Mercy was wondering if she'd finally found a man who could out-fuck her.
    Tucking their clasped hands at the small of her back, Mercy led him toward the basement stairs. Ike's steps never faltered. Motion detector lights clicked on when she opened the door. Rich wood paneling below beckoned. Soon he'd discover what treasures that paneling hid from casual company.
    "This is magnificent," he said when they got to the bottom of the stairs.
    "Thank you."
    Mercy had always loved it down here. It was large enough to be an apartment all its own. A full bathroom was right beneath the one upstairs. A regulation pool table and stereo system were on one side of the room. The built-in bar marked the transition to the living area. Here she'd arranged two long sofas with matching chairs. They were black with splashes of color that looked like fireworks against a midnight sky. The off-white carpeting contained those same colors. This was where she entertained. The room beyond--the one accessed through a secret door in the paneling--was where she played.
    She released Ike's hand and walked toward it. He followed without question, his penis still semi-flaccid. Reaching behind the TV console, Mercy flipped the lever. The door popped free. She shoved it open the rest of the way and ushered him inside.
    "Watch your step."
    He looked down at the six-inch-high step up into the room, then walked in, eyes wide with anticipation before dimming with what she guessed was disappointment.
    At first glance, Mercy knew the private bedroom seemed innocuous. The most "shocking" thing readily apparent was the California-king bed across the room. Ike had to realize the significance of the spindle head and footboards, especially since lengths of black silk were tied there. The black really stood out against the golden bedspread.
    A black lacquer cabinet to their right held the toys, all sterilized and ready after her last session with Trent and Robert. To the unknowing eye, it was a wardrobe cabinet. The door beside it led to a