Page 49 of The Wickedness of Man
Bishop Knight shook with rage. “You werehopinghe would escape.”
“No, dear bishop, I was hopingyouwould let him out, which would guide him back safely into the arms of his demonic mistress. So thank you for playing the part admirably. Once I am rewarded… I will be sure to note your service to the organization as well. Now. Has there been any update from the team that was tracking Carmilla?”
Jax’s body sagged. I knew it would break the man to know he’d played a part in getting Caleb further embroiled in my plot, but I couldn’t help how good his pain tasted against my tongue.
“Not yet. They’re still chasing shadows, from what I hear. We will hope the Lord continues to bless and keep us,” Jax whispered, then left the room and closed the door behind him.
“Finally,” I breathed as he left. I smiled over at Mercy. “You’re probably just as ready for him to be gone, eh?”
She squirmed in her seat. I strode over and lifted the veil from her face, running the back of my fingers along her cheek as I examined the bloody holes along her mouth. Her eyes, still sewn shut, shifted beneath her lids. I took my handkerchief and dipped it into a nearby glass of water, then cleaned the needleholes around her mouth and wiped the blood from her face. She leaned into my ministrations, sighing in content.
“I think,” I began, leaning down and kissing her cheek gently, once the blood was gone, “you deserve a reward for how well you behaved yourself. It must have been hard”—I moved my mouth to hers, tongue lapping at each wound—“to be near such a reckless animal like that.”
Mercy’s skin began to glow, shifting from sallow white to a more natural tone as I kissed her. The wounds healed, closing over until nothing, not even a scar, remained. Her lips flushed to a rosy color; her mouth shrank to normal size.
“He smelled divine.” Her voice was whisper soft. “The two of them together… heaven.”
“I know, I know,” I said, taking the scissors and carefully cutting away the threads on her eyes, before pulling the cloth free. “You did well tonight, Mercy, and I think you deserve a reward—I think we both do.”
Once freed from her bindings and veil, I kissed her again, yanking at the hem of her dress.
“Get this ugly thing off,” I commanded.
“Please, don’t stop,” Mercy pleaded. Her eyes were open now, the wounds healing, the blood fading away and leaving only the soft blue color. “I need more…”
“You know I’ll take care of you—if you can behave. Get undressed.”
As Mercy pulled the offensive nun’s outfit off, I slipped out of my black sweater and pants, ditching everything on the sofa behind us until I stood before her, and Mercy knelt, staring up at my nudity, the soft pink of her nipples hardening as she eagerly eyed my cock.
“Go on,” I urged her, voice hitching as she leaned forward and took me between her delicate fingers, eagerly rubbing up and down along my shaft until my knees nearly buckled.
If it weren’t for the fact that Mercy’s touch made me feel so good, I would have traded her in for a new one months ago. She tended toward rebellion, this one; constantly had to be punished and kept in check. It would have embarrassed me if Father knew, but like this, when her soft mouth opened and she took my cock against the pillow of her tongue, I could forget what a pain in the ass she might be the rest of the time—until it came time to punish her, that was. But even that…
My dick swelled in her mouth. I stroked her blonde hair back from her face, groaning softly as she worked herself expertly in all the methods I’d trained her in. She grinned as precum dripped from the tip and lapped it up like a hungry beast. I knew, within myself, that’s all I was supposed to see her as, but as Mercy slipped the entire length of my cock into her mouth, I lost all ability for reason. She moved quickly, the blowjob a little rougher than usual; a little needier. She was trying to take it from me now, and I wasn’t ready. I wanted more from her, first.
“Not yet, Mercy,” I shuddered, pushing her head back gently. I was in a good enough mood not to be cruel, so I spoke softly, encouraging rather than restricting. “Don’t rush. Let me enjoy it.”
“But I need it.” She tried to suck my cock again, pulling hard with her greedy little throat until I thought she might actually take it from me. My good mood shattered; I felt rage building.
“I saidnot yet.” I shoved her away, and she tumbled onto her exquisite backside, fury flashing in her eyes. I turned away from her, purposely not even giving her eye contact. “Maybe that’s enough for now. Why don’t you get into your box?”
“Harry, please!” she begged, crawling toward me on her hands and knees. “I’m sorry, I just need it so badly… I need you so much…”
I kept my face angled away from her, a smirk tugging at the side of my mouth.
“Your wounds are healed, aren’t they? That should be enough.”
She knelt on the carpet, hands clasped on her lap. Her entire body, gorgeous as it was, trembled with need; the signs of her want were trickling down the inside of her thighs. As much as I wanted to take her, I had to keep her submissive and docile. It was the only way the organization wouldallow me to keep her around. If she didn’t bend to my will, she’d be dead in minutes. I always enjoyed the ones that were a bit more… spirited, though.
“Yes, Harry,” she said after a moment, defeated.
I turned and stared at her; at the jagged, cross-shaped tattoo just below her belly button. It was the only mar on her otherwise perfect flesh.
“Mercy… you struggled tonight, but you did well. Perhaps you can make it up to me after all.”
She looked up expectantly before casting her gaze down on the floor again.
“Perhaps I was too harsh.” I beckoned her forward. “Come over here and make it up to me, and maybe… maybe I’ll forgive you.”
