Bear Shifters: Hunt Collection #2 (17 page)

Chapter
Thirteen: Testing Boundaries

Mercy hardly recognized herself, and, yet, she couldn't unsee Morgan in her. He had shaped her, formed her, and he'd said there was more.

Collaring. Mercy didn't know that humans used collars for anything other than pets. She thought to ask Morgan about this. His back was turned to her, as he was going through assorted items in a drawer next to the pegboard of the dungeon.

As if he could read her mind, he turned. "What is it, my Mercy?" His voice was dark chocolate syrup in a chilled milk, melting all her nerves when she heard his voice. She'd quivered with anticipation at what he might have to offer, and now she was taken by his voice. By a need to please him.

"Collars sound like they are for pets," Mercy said quietly, daring to look him. His dark eyes were...unknowable to her. Her heart ached, and then she remembered himself.

Shouldn't she be afraid?

"Oh," Morgan said, clearly appraising her every movement, the very way she said her words. He'd had the bear shifter conversations previously, and remembered how he giggled when she asked if the collar was for his bear.
No, but you'll know soon
, he'd had told her.

Hesitantly, she spoke again, emboldened by him stroking his chin with his long, slender fingers. Fingers she ached to have on her. "I should like to be your pet.." She said, now looking down. "I think."

Morgan laughed, a small chuckle that felt so genuine, so real, but everything was heightened with him. Life with him seemed to have colors that her life before had. What little of it that she could truly recall. It felt as though she'd, at once, been with him forever, and for so little time at all.

"To collar you," Morgan explained, "means that I would completely own you. You would never remove this collar. It would mean something that you wore it. It is much more intimate than a pet, though, there are some similarities." 

He grabbed her hair and made her to look up at him. A thrill shot through her body at his words, at the feel of him pulling her like this. Looking up into his dark eyes, his wicked grin was her undoing. Already, Mercy's pussy was wet and her pulse had quickened.

"Not here, though, we'll do this in the bedroom," he said, pulling her up to stand. She kept her hands down at her side as he'd told her to, and that was when she noticed that he was holding a gorgeous silvery necklace.

The collar.

So rarely had they been in his bedroom. But it meant something to her. If the collar meant that he owned her, then being in his bedroom mean that he belonged to her, too.

Mercy liked that, and she smiled, following him. It was her little secret, and it was safe in her heart now, because no one was there to judge her.

It was safe to love Morgan. It felt right. It felt right to be his.

When they came into the bedroom, he lifted her laid her on the bed. It took her breath away to be treated like this by him. Sure, Morgan literally treated her like an object, like a pet, like he owned her. But he did. He consumed every inch of her thoughts, of her soul, of her desires. And he made her feel treasured because of this. He was never cruel to her. Morgan always brought Mercy pleasure that she'd never even known was possible.

"Lift your hair," he said, his husky voice thick. Mercy did as he asked, and as he drew the silvery collar up her body, running its cold metal over her nipples to bring them to taut, puckered peaks, she sucked in a breath and felt her eyes burn and start to water. Morgan was just as emotional as she was right now.

“That’s good, Mercy,” Morgan leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, letting them drag down her skin while he inhaled her scent. “I’m going to put the collar on you in a moment. You will not be able to take it off. I can, but only with a special key. I don’t want to have to use the key, ever.” His breath caught in his throat. This was huge for him, and he was really going to have her. Better yet, when he slid his tongue down her neck, her entire body responded. She was aching for him as much as he needed her and ached for her, and he so loved that. He brought the collar up to her neck. Morgan saw her eyes were watering.

“It won’t hurt,” he promised. But he knew she wasn’t afraid. She was excited. But he wanted to make her say it. Morgan looked into her eyes, tilting her chin up at him. “Are you okay?” he asked, leading her to speak up.

“I’m fine,” Mercy whispered, licking her lower lip. “I’m…I just…”

She didn’t know what to say. Her hand shook a little and some of her hair spilled out of her hand.

Morgan grabbed her other hand and brought it to scoop up the rest of her hair, and it arched her breasts up. They were begging for his touch, and they would have it. But, first, he would collar his pet. His Mercy.

When she started to drop her other hand, Morgan sharply grabbed both of them. “Keep them up, and spread them,” he pushed his hand on either side of her arms, ensuring he had ample access to her neck to place the collar on her. He dropped a hand down her breast, trailing lower, having seen what the word
spread
had done to her. He liked that a lot…but she liked it just as much.

Finally, he put the collar onto her neck, pulling out the pin to unlock it and then clicking it back together. It was secured around her neck, loose enough to lie down on above her collarbone. He liked it that way, since it was thin and flat rather than rounded, so that it was easy to keep her slender, sensual neck clean.

The sight of her on his bed, collared now to symbolize that she truly belonged to him, her breasts out and bouncing with the heaving, panting breaths she was taking…it made him hard as steel to see.

“I’m going to fuck that sweet ass now. That’s my ass and I want to fill it so tight that you lock around me and make me see the stars,” Morgan leaned forward to bite her lower lip, and then continued, “that you’re seeing now, my Mercy.”

Morgan flipped her quickly, her arms flailing down.

He put his hands to the collar and yanked slightly, then let go. When she came, he would tug again. The feel of her breath taken away would make her orgasm even more intense, and make her ass worship his cock like it should.

He ran his hands over her body, worshipping every inch. His dark little angel challenged him to be better for her everyday.

Darker.

To fuck her deeper, to connect with her on a level than he even knew possible. The way her tight little cunt and her hot little mouth—and next her tight little ass—locked around his cock was so like the lock she had around his heart. She was the perfect match for him in every way.

The collar on her neck begged him to finger it, and he did, gently this time, hooking his other hand’s thumb into her dripping wet pussy to pull her ass up to the height he wanted to fuck it from.

“Sweet, sweet Mercy,” Morgan groaned into her ear. Both of his hands captured handfuls of Mercy’s ass and grasped tight, pulling the moons of her flesh possessively.

Morgan grabbed some restraints she hadn’t noticed were attached to the bed and bound her wrists high above her head, forcing her in place, though she was paralyzed with lust and couldn’t move her hands anyway. Still, it felt like her arms positioned above her made her ass jut out more. Mercy’s core was hot with lust at what that meant.

The familiar snap of a bottle of lube was the indication that he was going to fuck her soon. But, then, Mercy felt his fingers grasp at her nipples, hard, and the flesh, moistened with the oil on his fingers, puckered and heated under his touch. He pinched her nipples hard, pressing his cock to the seam of her ass so that when she bucked in reaction she would shimmy her ass up against his rock-hard cock. The feel of him pressed against her hole, him hot and hard over where she was sure to be piped full of him soon, was incredible. Her breath was stolen in her throat.

He brought clamps to her breasts now, though her eyes were still squeezed shut, she felt the bite of the metal against each burning nipple. It tugged her breasts viciously. She groaned, biting her lip.

Morgan’s fingers pulled up her clit, teasing and tugging it hard and plump as it had ever been, and her own moisture of arousal melded with the heated oil. He then hooked another clamp, brutally, to savage her clit. She tugged up in natural reaction, and the pull ignited her nipples and her clit in joint pressure. Mercy gasped in agony, her core heating hotter than ever before. Her pussy was drenched with arousal.

It was then that Morgan brought his hands, slick with the burning oil, to her ass. Generously rubbing it over her ass, he set her ass on fire. Then, he brought a studded paddle to it.

The bumps of the paddle slapping against her skin, each time in the same spot, drove her to buck, which increased the pressure on her clit and her nipples, and it all was a dance of endless, tortuous ecstasy.

Beneath her shut lids, she saw mandalas of rainbows, streams of flowing colors, and her body seemed separate from the rest of the world. She was in a realm that only belonged to her and Morgan.

Then, the paddle stopped its back and forth claiming of her ass. Her quivering body sent shockwaves through her captured clit and nipples. Her breasts swelled down, hanging heavy with the pressure of her position and them being pulled.

The cool feel of leather, Morgan’s hand in a glove, knocked at her back door. A smooth leather finger pressed against her hole, and then she breathed out.

“Push out against me and take me in,” Morgan instructed her. It was then she opened her eyes, turning her head a little to see his face.

“Yes,” she said, pushing, locking eyes with him as he shoved a gloved finger into her ass, quickly sliding another into her.

Her body convulsed around him and Morgan grinned widely at her. The glow of his approval overtook her and she felt the shakes of an orgasm threatening. Waiting in the wings.

He pumped into her, scissoring his fingers and stretching her. Sounds that seemed to come from somewhere else, but that Mercy knew were her moans of ecstasy, flooded the room. He yanked his fingers out of her and slid his cock in fully.

Mercy bucked, yanking her clit and her nipples, then bouncing back against her as he grabbed first her hips to pull her back. Then, he brought one hand up to squeeze one of her breasts.

Pleasure flooded her body, and she shuddered over him, her body fluttering to take him.

Morgan’s cock was in a vise of Mercy’s pleasure as she worked him over. Little Mercy came like a champ, and fucking her made him feel more alive than he knew possible.

Pulling off his glove, his brought his hand to her soaking pussy, daring to dip a finger inside.

He rubbed her cum all over her body, up her stomach and over her nipples, and his still juicy fingers then met her mouth. Rubbing her intensive orgasm and the cinnamon oil over her tongue, Morgan felt his own orgasm threatening to explode when her lips closed over his finger.

With all the strength of the walls of her ass taking him, her mouth sucked on his finger, consuming her cum the way she took his cock. With utter abandon. He pulled his fingers free from her mouth, her next orgasm on the horizon, and grabbed at her collar, pulling it back just enough to take her breath away while she came. Her body shuddered a little but the quaking of her orgasm that rocked his cock hard in her told him that the intended pleasure had been delivered.

Both of them were boiling in sweat through the throes of their ecstasy, but the evening was far from over.

Morgan would not cum yet.

He had to pull his cock out of her and shed the rubber fast, because he didn’t want to waste his load when he was going to fill up his little toy with his seed. He needed to get his Mercy pregnant.

The rubber tossed aside, he met her insistent whimpering. “Going to shove my cock up that sweet pussy now,” he told her. Then he rammed deep inside of her.

Her whimpering to be filled was sated when Morgan’s cock was pulsing with need for her. His cock belonged in her, felt right in her. It made them both come alive.