She likes.
Too easy. He wanted more protesting. More fury. Getting the balance correct between turned on and seriously annoyed was going to be curious.
“How are we doing?” He sprawled himself beside her on the pool tiles, on a level with her one eye that showed as she peeked sideways. She worked her lips on the gag. Wolfgang ran his knuckles along her chin, leaning in and turning her head then kissing the corner of her mouth.
“Sorry. I am not going to take that off.” Not enough courage.
But also, he kind of liked girls gagged, until he wanted to force a BJ from them. Or something else. Oh the habits Merrick had reinforced in him. Switching on each other, training girls. Together they’d made good use of all that kink gear.
Shut up, he told his memory, feeling the happy drain away. Shut. Up.
He ducked his head into her shoulder, smelling her, calming himself.
No remembering, especially not now, when he had her all tied up.
His vengeance seemed pettier than ever. His years of education, the hours he had spent learning the intricacies of evolution, cellular biology, reproduction, all blown away by her going from what she had been to this. This was a revolutionary discovery, and he…
He wanted. To fuck around with her. Because she’d killed his lover.
Torturing a mermaid? Petty as fuck.
Accept it. Life had devolved to this. He was petty. He was too fascinated and pissed off to write this up to get accolades, or to display her as he lectured on the physiology of mermaids.
He nudged her neck with his nose, bit her again, let go, nibbled up her jawline while he watched and listened. Her eyelids fluttered. Drool shone on the gag.
“Our experiment is going well. You have legs.”
Raffaela grunted at him, nose wrinkling.
“Even better, I have a pussy I can fuck. A mermaid shifted so I can toy with her how I like.” He grinned. Messing with her, causing unease, all par for the course.
Why would he want her entirely happy?
A thought occurred. Arousal made her shift. If she lost that and shifted back when her legs were tied apart, it could be mayhem.
Note to self. Keep that in mind.
He flipped her over again, applied himself to eating out her pussy for a few minutes until she was looking close to coming. Cuteness personified, all that straining and squirming. Then he rose, wiped his mouth, and picked her up in his arms.
Cuddling her to his chest, he adjusted his hold and headed for the door.
What a nice bundle. His cock was throbbing at the thought of what he could do next.
“Time to fuck a girl. Where will I start? In the ass? Hmmm?”
She glared up at him.
He tsked. “You killed someone I love. What did you expect? I get to mess with you, as well as give you legs. How long do you think we can keep this up for?”
The flush on her chest was probably a giveaway.
He maneuvered down the steps, turned and used his butt to push down the door handle, shoved the door fully open, and went through sideways.
How in hell was he to take notes on her reactions while he edged her?
He looked down at his mildly annoyed mermaid, and along her body, to her legs, her mons, her thighs, and the curves went everywhere they should, and more. He felt a surge of awe and his anticipation rise to mammoth heights, along with his cock pretending it could burst his zipper.
“Christ!” He tried to wriggle as he walked toward the sofa, so as to rearrange things.
Barely touched her and this? He wanted her badly. Could feel the slide of dick going in. Those big eyes watching him.
Anything, he could do anything, and she was not an ordinary female. Not known to anyone else. She was his for as long as he could keep her a secret and alive.
His. To do what he wanted with.
Excruciating.
He took the last few steps fast, laid her on the floor, unzipped, turned her to remove that ass plug, then managed to stick himself into her asshole for an inch. The shove to penetrate her was not fast but not super-slow either.
He was going to explode already. What was it with mermaids?
Siren. Remember? They have special… fucking goddam properties.
Especially the fucking.
Wolfgang grunted as he thrust into her in small increments, sweat on his brow, trickling. Squeezed in, forced in a smidgen further, held it, and…
Jaw clamping, he came in a gush, in a rhythmic pump of cum that flooded mostly outside of her. His hands grasped either side of her hips, and he held on, feeling the downslide of ecstasy.
Damn. He needed to train himself more than her.
Though training her too would be awesome. All the chains and collars could get used again.
His cock began to swell, and despite the brief mini-agony of gaining an erection so soon after a climax, it was hardening.
Her? He looked down at his messy cum-splattered mermaid. She seemed very still, tongue licking out through the gag. If anything, the flush of red on her back had increased. Were the two of them in some sort of echoing empathic situation here?
“Was that a turn-on?”
He put two fingers together and slowly wormed them into her barely used hole, and saw her eyes slam shut, and a sigh come from those pretty lips.
Well. Noteworthy. Very much so.
CHAPTER 8
Raffaela gave an embarrassed whimper as he withdrew his fingers. Men had disgusting habits when it came to sex, but this was one she’d never had to cater for when human. That it felt… interesting only mildly improved this situation.
The ass was surely a taboo place on anyone, yet the feel of his fingers inside her lingered.
