Mercy (ManxBoy)

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My chains and collar brought her to her knees,

She now is free to please.

S Y K E S:

 "Strip and get on your knees slave." I commanded, listening to the quiet ruffling of Zaire's clothes as he took them off before the soft thud of him dropping to his knees sounded in my office. Since we'd met, I'd been thinking about how amazing it'd be to fuck Zaire against the window that looked out over the city. I'd even brought some toys with me this morning, knowing that I'd get him against the window this afternoon, but I think I just want to fuck him right now, instead of playing with him.

I'd been thoroughly prepared. I didn't get him a gag because up here, it didn't matter. He was free to moan, groan, scream, and cry as loud as he wanted. That was the good thing about being the owner. It means that I could do as I please, and it was always fun to have no rules. Of course I'd always tried to keep business away from pleasure, but right now all I really want to do is fuck him. Hard.

"Good boy," I said, and turned to see his gorgeous body knelt down on the floor. The light in the room would've been too strong for anyone else, it would've highlighted every flaw on their skin, but Zaire was fucking gorgeous, even in the harshest light. His pale skin was gorgeous, he still had bruises on his chest and his thighs, his thin wrists were still slightly bruised too. He looked like a doll, a beautiful and trussed up doll.

The smile that spread across his face was gorgeous, and I couldn't help but stare momentarily before I smiled back at him. "Get your sexy little ass over here," I commanded, and he immediately stood and walked to me. I grabbed him hard and pushed him forward against the glass of the window. "You're going to look out this window while I fuck the life out of you."

"O-okay, master." He said, and I smirked. He looked fucking gorgeous, pressed against the expensive glass.

"Its the best view in the city I've been told, and you're gonna see it the entire time you're falling apart. I want you to paint the window in your cum. Until you've done that, you're gonna take it like a good little boy." I said, running my fingers down his bare sides, making him shiver.

"Please master..." He whispered, and I smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck, before biting down hard, making him whine quietly. I ran my nose down his neck, biting into his shoulder. He moaned, and bit his lip.

I unbuckled my pants, and bit the lobe of his ear before whispering, "Turn around and suck my cock. Get me nice and wet." Zaire turned and dropped to his knees, gracefully. He blushed as he looked up at me. "Go ahead, you can touch, pet." I said, and he reached up and pulled me out of my pants. Not wasting a moment, he quickly licked his lips to wet them, then ran his tongue up the underside of my dick, wrapping his lips around the tip. He sucked hard, pausing momentarily to take more into his mouth.

Zaire's mouth was so warm and wet around my dick, I couldn't help but grip his hair tightly in my fist and groan. He took more down his throat, gagging lightly. His mouth felt like heaven. He took more of my dick down his throat, moaning quietly. He loved taking my dick in any hole he had. There was something so sexy about how much he loved taking my dick.

He pulled me out of his mouth, and spit on my dick, jerking me off a bit before taking me back in his mouth. He gazed up at me with desire in his eyes, making them darker. He knew how much I liked watching his gorgeous face as he sucked me off, as I fucked him, or even as I brought him to an orgasm.

The hunger in his eyes fueled my desire to be inside of him, and I couldn't wait any longer. My dick was throbbing, aching lightly, and I couldn't stand not being inside of his tight, warm hole. I picked him up, not even bothering with commanding him. I turned him around, reaching up to press his hands against the glass above him, "Don't you dare move your hands or I'll stop." I said, running my hands down the delicate and soft skin of his sides as I found a place to grip him. I looked over his body from behind as I pressed the head of my dick against the rosy pink ring of muscles I could barely wait to sink into. His eyes turned back to look as me, and I smirked. His lips were parted lightly, and he was panting lightly as I slowly entered his body.