Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)

by Sara Cate

I’m not afraid of spending my life alone. I actually like being alone, but I’m tired of being unfulfilled and I’m terrified the best years of my life are behind me, and unlike being a sexy rich man in his forties, I’m a thirty-four-year-old workaholic woman that never gets to play the starring role in anyone’s fantasy.

I think you like the idea of me being terrifying. Yeah, maybe I do. You know what that means, right? You might be more submissive than you think.

My age doesn’t bother you? You’re thirty-four, not eighty. Stop trying to make it a problem. I’m not sure I’m ready for a real date. I’m not talking about a date. I’m talking about fucking. Just a hookup. You’ll be in control. You can tell me to do whatever you want. Use me. You want me to lick your pussy for two hours straight, I will. You want to strap me to your bed and ride my dick like a bicycle, you can. Okay, stop. Why? Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? A little.

And maybe I’m making this assumption too fast, but everything about the way he’s standing here now, staring down at me with a smirk and a willingness in his eyes says…this guy wants to be my fuck boy, and God help me…I want to let him.

I thought I came here to apologize, but I’d rather slip back into her panties, if we’re being honest. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she says, and I’m already leaning back in again as I reply. “Then punish me for it.”

“Maggie, I’m a good girl. I don’t get punished.” Eden laughs. “Bullshit.”

Electrocution? Mummification!? What the fuck. Don’t kink shame. Just cross it off if you aren’t interested in trying it. I do not want you to electrocute me. Noted.

“I’m going to use you, Beau. In fact, when you’re here, you’re not Beau anymore. We are not friends or lovers or acquaintances. You are my property to do whatever I want with, and if you deserve it, I’ll punish you. It will hurt, and I’ll try to make sure you don’t enjoy it. But if you earn it, I’ll reward you, and I’ll make sure you do like it.”

“You’re mine, Beau Grant. Do you hear me?” She’s leaning in, about to press her mouth to mine again. I bring her closer, feeling her breath against my lips as I reply, “Yes, ma’am.” “Now kiss me again.” She gasps

“Okay, okay,” I mutter, and she tugs harder. I suck in a breath through my teeth as she presses her lips to my neck. “Try that again.” “Yes, ma’am,” I stammer with a smile.

All I know is that I am hers—in all the ways. And I did not see that coming.

unexpected, but I realize in this moment, that everything I’ve been trying to avoid has already happened. I’m falling for my friend’s son. And it didn’t happen slowly. We collided like two stars moving in the same direction for

before me. I hate how hard she is on herself. When she’s in her Domme mode, she doesn’t give a shit and parades

I also notice for the first time just how much he looks like Emerson, especially as they wear the same tux and stand next to each other. That’s something I’m going to have to unpack later. I’ve certainly never been attracted to Emerson. He’s handsome, sure. But I never wanted to drag him into the bathroom and drop down to my knees for him like I do his son. Geez, Maggie. Did you seriously just think that?

I never understood the idea of your person until now. That one other person who can make you feel comfortable, at peace, loved, and appreciated all at the same time. This whole time I thought my friends were crazy, but now I get it. Charlie is Emerson’s person. Beau is mine.

“We’re going to hell for that,” I whisper. “Worth it,” he replies as he stands. “Now when I think about my dad’s wedding, I’m going to remember the delicious taste of your cunt.”