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Merrit
The servants words still etch in your mind as you sit nervously on the edge of Merrits vast shadow-draped bed.
"Perhaps he will be merciful to you because he loves you."
But you know Merrit too well. Mercy isn't one of his virtues, not when you've defied him. Your hands twist in your lap, trembling, your breath shallow. Outside the balcony doors, night cloaks his realm in silver light. Inside, the chamber is a velvet dark sanctuary that suddenly feels like a cage.
The heavy doors slam open.
Merrit strides inside, his midnight eyes alight with fury. In one hand, he drags a beautiful, young servant girl by the wrist. She stumbles, trying to keep up, her face pale with fear.
You rise to your feet, heart plummeting.
"Merrit..." your voice cracks, but you swallow and try again, "please...she didn't tell you. I asked her not to..."
"Oh, I know exactly what she did." Merrit snarles, his dimples nowhere to be seen. His face is all hard, elegant lines of rage, the dark power of his realm pulsing in the air around him. His grip on the servant is iron, his free hand flexing like it aches to destroy.
"She thought," he continues, dragging her forward until shes kneeling before him, "that sparing you would spare herself. That hiding the truth from me would go unnoticed." His gaze cuts to you, sharp as a blade. "She was wrong."
The servant girl shakes, whispering on the verge of tears. "Please...my lord, forgive me. I only wished to protect her."
"Silence!" Merrit's voice crashes through the chamber like thunder. His shadows surge up around him, black tendrils licking at the floor, the walls, the bed. Even you flinch.
He releases the girl so suddenly, she crumbles to the floor. Then his eyes lock on you, burning.
"You," he hisses, advancing with a predators grace. "You fell asleep outside the safety of my walls. You left yourself exposed. If a servant found you, who else might have?" He looms over you, his chest rising and falling, his black shirt rumpled from haste. "Do you have any idea what could have happened?"
Your throat tightens. You can barely breathe beneath the weight of his fury. "Merrit, I-I didn't mean to..."
"No," he cuts you off, voice low and lethal. "You didn't think. And now..." His gaze flicks to the servant girl trembling on her knees, then back to you. "...two of you will pay."
Merrits eyes glitter with a dangerous light as he stretches out his hand between you and the shaken servant girl. A low, gutteral incantation spills from his lips, sending black smoke curling around your bodies. You gasp as it sinks into your skin, cold and electric, lacing through your veins. The girl whimpers, clutching her chest.
"There," Merrit murmurs, voice like poisoned honey. "Bound together. One." His dimples flash briefly, but its a dark, mocking smile. "Now, petal..." His gaze slides over to you, slow and possessive. "When I touch you, she will feel everything. "
The servant sobs softly. "Please, my lord..I beg you."
"Begging already?" Merrits eyes narrow. "We haven't even begun."
He releases a pulse of shadow, and you're flung backwards onto the massive bed, sinking into the black silk sheets with a gasp. Before you can rise, he's on you, looming, his lean body framed by the canopy of soft, ominous glow. You instinctively bat at his hands, already giggling nervously, knowing what's coming.
"Merrit, please!" You squealed, your laughter light and breathless as he darts his hands toward your ribs...only to stop an inch short.
You buck and writhe, giggling harder. "Oh gods, you're horrible!"
"Am I?" His voice drips with dark amusement. "You've been very bad, love. Falling asleep where anyone could touch you..." His hands dart toward your underarms, your belly, even the sensitive inner curve of your thighs; always stopping just shy of making contact.
Your laughter bubbles up involuntarily, the anticipation unbearable. You thrash beneath him, trying to predict where he'll strike, but hes impossible to read.
"Oh, look at you," he taunts, his lips curving into a smirk. "So jumpy, so very ticklish."
You squeal as his fingers hover over your knees, wiggling menacingly. "Merrit! You beast!"
He chuckles low in his throat. "Whats the matter, petal? Do you want me to stop teasing you?"
"Yes! No...I dont know!" You clutch at his shirt, tears of laughter already glimmering in your eyes. "Please!"
"Please what, my darling?" His tone softens, almost tender, though his dark gaze never wavers. His hand hovers just above your belly, so close you can feel the heat of it, trembling with anticipation.
Your voice cracks as you scream, "Please get on with it!"
"Ahhh..." His dimples deepening with wicked delight. "Begging for your punishment, are you? How delicous." He leans down, his breath heavy against your ear. "But you know, my dear...I can do this all day."
You let out a ragged moan of frustration, arching beneath him. "Merrit!"
He tilts his head, eyes ablaze with cruelty now. Then without warning, his hands strike.
Theres no pause, no hesitation this time, his fingers descend in a flurry of squeezes and spidering motions across your stomach. The shock rips a scream of laughter from your lungs, wild and uncontrollable.
"Ahhhh! Nohohoho!" You shriek, writhing under him.
At the exact same moment, the tether ignites and the servant girl collapses to the floor, gasping as peals of laughter burst from her lips. She rolls onto her back, clutching her abdomen; tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Stop! My lord, please!" She howls, laughing so hard, she can barely breathe.
Merrits smirk widens as he glances at her, utterly unrelenting "Oh, yes," he purrs, now dragging his fingers mercilessly up your sides as the both of you dissolve into frenzied giggles. "Suffer together, my lovelies. Let this be a lesson neither of you will ever forget."
He leans down again as his fingers dance across every sensitive rib. "Outside my walls..." he growls over your screams, "without my protection...without my permission..."
You convulse, lost to the mirth, unable to form words. The servant girl is writhing on the floor beside the bed, her own laughter mingling with yours, the two of you completely helpless.
Merrits tone drops to a dangerous whisper. "And you thought I'd be merciful."
He then digs in with renewed intensity, a fire storm of torment beginning. Merrit straddled you, his thighs pinning you down effortlessly. The servant flails on the floor, still shrieking helplessly through the tether, but Merrits focus is solely on you; his love, his possession, his mischief to unravel.
Your face is flushed and tear stained, your body trembling beneath him as he torments yiur ribs. You can barely draw a breath, already half mad with sensation. Just when you think you can't take another second of it, he stops.
The sudden absence of touch is dizzying. You gulp air, chest heaving, eyes wild.
"Merrit," you gasp, voice trembling. "Please, please, please, no more."
"No more?" His dark head tilts, those deep blue-black eyes glittering with sinister promise. "Apologize."
Without hesitation, you surrender. "I'm sorry, Merrit..So sorry..."
His hands rise slowly, deliberately, like a sorcerer casting a spell. You watch, heart pounding as his fingers hover over your hips, so close you can almost feel them.
"Appologize better." He demands.
"Merrit, please believe me! I'm so sorry...It was an accident." you tense, ready for the attack.
But his hands dart away at the last second, swooping towards your ribs instead. You cry out, twisting to defend yourself, only for him to swerve again, landing on your thighs with a vicious squeeze.
"AHHH! NO!" You wail, bucking wildly. "NOOO! NOT THERE!"
The servant girl mirrors your reactions perfectly, writhing on the floor as her own thighs pulse with phantom touches. She claws at the stone, mirth breaking from her like a storm.
Merrit doesn't relent. His fingers knead into your tender muscles, unhurried, merciless, his dimples on full display now as he drinks in your helplessness. "Oh, this spot right here...it drives you absolutely mad, doesn't it?"
"YEHEHEHEHES! YES! STOP!"
"Mmm. No." He says simply, his voice a silken blade.
He tickles you there until your sobbing, every muscle trembling with exertion. Just when you're certain you'll faint, he suddenly stops again.
The silence is almost worse than the torment. You lie gasping, eyes wide, shivering in anticipation.
"No, no, no," you whisper desperately, shaking your head. "Merrit, don't...don't tease me again..."
"Don't tease you?" His brows lift in mock innocence. "But, my darling, teasing you is my art."
Merrit lowers himself down your body. He doesn't even need to restrain you at this point, your own mind has done it for him. His hands flutter over your knees, wiggling deviously. You steeled yourself, your entire body going taut like a violen string. He smiles, raising a dark brow, clearly savoring your reaction...and then at the very last second, his fingers strike your underarms instead.
Your laughter detonates in the chamber. You thrash violently, arms snapping down, pinning his hands there. His fingers only but flutter in the sensitive hollows, light spiderlike touches that drive you insane.
The servant girl flounders on the ground, screaming with laughter through the tether, her body arching as if possessed. "My lord! Please! I can't! Mercy!"
"You..." His gaze snaps to the servant, his fingers never slowing on you, keeping you both howling through the shared link. "You thought you could hide the truth from me? Protect her? Spare her from my wrath?"
The girl shakes her head desperately, gasping between hysterical peals of laughter. "I-I-I wanted to save her! Please! I beg of you!"
Merrits lips turn up in pure cruelty. His head dips close to yours, whispering in a voice only you can hear, even as he keeps you squirming beneath him.
"Two little fools," he breathes. "One careless...one complicit. And now, you both pay."
Hovering fingers.
A fake-out toward your belly.
A sudden attack at your underarms. A hovering pause at your hipnones...then a shockingly cruel squeeze against your knees instead.
The tension coils tighter and tighter, until you're overwrought with anticipation even before his fingers touch you.
"PLEHEHEHEASE!" You wail, tears flying. "I CAHAN'T TAKE IT! I CAN'T!"
Merrit leans down once more, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers tenderly. "I know my darling. I know you can't. That's the point."
Then with a devilish grin, he plunges both hands into your most sensitive spots at once, and the world dissolves into unending laughter and desperate, tethered cries.
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Merrit
The servants words still etch in your mind as you sit nervously on the edge of Merrits vast shadow-draped bed.
"Perhaps he will be merciful to you because he loves you."
But you know Merrit too well. Mercy isn't one of his virtues, not when you've defied him. Your hands twist in your lap, trembling, your breath shallow. Outside the balcony doors, night cloaks his realm in silver light. Inside, the chamber is a velvet dark sanctuary that suddenly feels like a cage.
The heavy doors slam open.
Merrit strides inside, his midnight eyes alight with fury. In one hand, he drags a beautiful, young servant girl by the wrist. She stumbles, trying to keep up, her face pale with fear.
You rise to your feet, heart plummeting.
"Merrit..." your voice cracks, but you swallow and try again, "please...she didn't tell you. I asked her not to..."
"Oh, I know exactly what she did." Merrit snarles, his dimples nowhere to be seen. His face is all hard, elegant lines of rage, the dark power of his realm pulsing in the air around him. His grip on the servant is iron, his free hand flexing like it aches to destroy.
"She thought," he continues, dragging her forward until shes kneeling before him, "that sparing you would spare herself. That hiding the truth from me would go unnoticed." His gaze cuts to you, sharp as a blade. "She was wrong."
The servant girl shakes, whispering on the verge of tears. "Please...my lord, forgive me. I only wished to protect her."
"Silence!" Merrit's voice crashes through the chamber like thunder. His shadows surge up around him, black tendrils licking at the floor, the walls, the bed. Even you flinch.
He releases the girl so suddenly, she crumbles to the floor. Then his eyes lock on you, burning.
"You," he hisses, advancing with a predators grace. "You fell asleep outside the safety of my walls. You left yourself exposed. If a servant found you, who else might have?" He looms over you, his chest rising and falling, his black shirt rumpled from haste. "Do you have any idea what could have happened?"
Your throat tightens. You can barely breathe beneath the weight of his fury. "Merrit, I-I didn't mean to..."
"No," he cuts you off, voice low and lethal. "You didn't think. And now..." His gaze flicks to the servant girl trembling on her knees, then back to you. "...two of you will pay."
Merrits eyes glitter with a dangerous light as he stretches out his hand between you and the shaken servant girl. A low, gutteral incantation spills from his lips, sending black smoke curling around your bodies. You gasp as it sinks into your skin, cold and electric, lacing through your veins. The girl whimpers, clutching her chest.
"There," Merrit murmurs, voice like poisoned honey. "Bound together. One." His dimples flash briefly, but its a dark, mocking smile. "Now, petal..." His gaze slides over to you, slow and possessive. "When I touch you, she will feel everything. "
The servant sobs softly. "Please, my lord..I beg you."
"Begging already?" Merrits eyes narrow. "We haven't even begun."
He releases a pulse of shadow, and you're flung backwards onto the massive bed, sinking into the black silk sheets with a gasp. Before you can rise, he's on you, looming, his lean body framed by the canopy of soft, ominous glow. You instinctively bat at his hands, already giggling nervously, knowing what's coming.
"Merrit, please!" You squealed, your laughter light and breathless as he darts his hands toward your ribs...only to stop an inch short.
You buck and writhe, giggling harder. "Oh gods, you're horrible!"
"Am I?" His voice drips with dark amusement. "You've been very bad, love. Falling asleep where anyone could touch you..." His hands dart toward your underarms, your belly, even the sensitive inner curve of your thighs; always stopping just shy of making contact.
Your laughter bubbles up involuntarily, the anticipation unbearable. You thrash beneath him, trying to predict where he'll strike, but hes impossible to read.
"Oh, look at you," he taunts, his lips curving into a smirk. "So jumpy, so very ticklish."
You squeal as his fingers hover over your knees, wiggling menacingly. "Merrit! You beast!"
He chuckles low in his throat. "Whats the matter, petal? Do you want me to stop teasing you?"
"Yes! No...I dont know!" You clutch at his shirt, tears of laughter already glimmering in your eyes. "Please!"
"Please what, my darling?" His tone softens, almost tender, though his dark gaze never wavers. His hand hovers just above your belly, so close you can feel the heat of it, trembling with anticipation.
Your voice cracks as you scream, "Please get on with it!"
"Ahhh..." His dimples deepening with wicked delight. "Begging for your punishment, are you? How delicous." He leans down, his breath heavy against your ear. "But you know, my dear...I can do this all day."
You let out a ragged moan of frustration, arching beneath him. "Merrit!"
He tilts his head, eyes ablaze with cruelty now. Then without warning, his hands strike.
Theres no pause, no hesitation this time, his fingers descend in a flurry of squeezes and spidering motions across your stomach. The shock rips a scream of laughter from your lungs, wild and uncontrollable.
"Ahhhh! Nohohoho!" You shriek, writhing under him.
At the exact same moment, the tether ignites and the servant girl collapses to the floor, gasping as peals of laughter burst from her lips. She rolls onto her back, clutching her abdomen; tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Stop! My lord, please!" She howls, laughing so hard, she can barely breathe.
Merrits smirk widens as he glances at her, utterly unrelenting "Oh, yes," he purrs, now dragging his fingers mercilessly up your sides as the both of you dissolve into frenzied giggles. "Suffer together, my lovelies. Let this be a lesson neither of you will ever forget."
He leans down again as his fingers dance across every sensitive rib. "Outside my walls..." he growls over your screams, "without my protection...without my permission..."
You convulse, lost to the mirth, unable to form words. The servant girl is writhing on the floor beside the bed, her own laughter mingling with yours, the two of you completely helpless.
Merrits tone drops to a dangerous whisper. "And you thought I'd be merciful."
He then digs in with renewed intensity, a fire storm of torment beginning. Merrit straddled you, his thighs pinning you down effortlessly. The servant flails on the floor, still shrieking helplessly through the tether, but Merrits focus is solely on you; his love, his possession, his mischief to unravel.
Your face is flushed and tear stained, your body trembling beneath him as he torments yiur ribs. You can barely draw a breath, already half mad with sensation. Just when you think you can't take another second of it, he stops.
The sudden absence of touch is dizzying. You gulp air, chest heaving, eyes wild.
"Merrit," you gasp, voice trembling. "Please, please, please, no more."
"No more?" His dark head tilts, those deep blue-black eyes glittering with sinister promise. "Apologize."
Without hesitation, you surrender. "I'm sorry, Merrit..So sorry..."
His hands rise slowly, deliberately, like a sorcerer casting a spell. You watch, heart pounding as his fingers hover over your hips, so close you can almost feel them.
"Appologize better." He demands.
"Merrit, please believe me! I'm so sorry...It was an accident." you tense, ready for the attack.
But his hands dart away at the last second, swooping towards your ribs instead. You cry out, twisting to defend yourself, only for him to swerve again, landing on your thighs with a vicious squeeze.
"AHHH! NO!" You wail, bucking wildly. "NOOO! NOT THERE!"
The servant girl mirrors your reactions perfectly, writhing on the floor as her own thighs pulse with phantom touches. She claws at the stone, mirth breaking from her like a storm.
Merrit doesn't relent. His fingers knead into your tender muscles, unhurried, merciless, his dimples on full display now as he drinks in your helplessness. "Oh, this spot right here...it drives you absolutely mad, doesn't it?"
"YEHEHEHEHES! YES! STOP!"
"Mmm. No." He says simply, his voice a silken blade.
He tickles you there until your sobbing, every muscle trembling with exertion. Just when you're certain you'll faint, he suddenly stops again.
The silence is almost worse than the torment. You lie gasping, eyes wide, shivering in anticipation.
"No, no, no," you whisper desperately, shaking your head. "Merrit, don't...don't tease me again..."
"Don't tease you?" His brows lift in mock innocence. "But, my darling, teasing you is my art."
Merrit lowers himself down your body. He doesn't even need to restrain you at this point, your own mind has done it for him. His hands flutter over your knees, wiggling deviously. You steeled yourself, your entire body going taut like a violen string. He smiles, raising a dark brow, clearly savoring your reaction...and then at the very last second, his fingers strike your underarms instead.
Your laughter detonates in the chamber. You thrash violently, arms snapping down, pinning his hands there. His fingers only but flutter in the sensitive hollows, light spiderlike touches that drive you insane.
The servant girl flounders on the ground, screaming with laughter through the tether, her body arching as if possessed. "My lord! Please! I can't! Mercy!"
"You..." His gaze snaps to the servant, his fingers never slowing on you, keeping you both howling through the shared link. "You thought you could hide the truth from me? Protect her? Spare her from my wrath?"
The girl shakes her head desperately, gasping between hysterical peals of laughter. "I-I-I wanted to save her! Please! I beg of you!"
Merrits lips turn up in pure cruelty. His head dips close to yours, whispering in a voice only you can hear, even as he keeps you squirming beneath him.
"Two little fools," he breathes. "One careless...one complicit. And now, you both pay."
Hovering fingers.
A fake-out toward your belly.
A sudden attack at your underarms. A hovering pause at your hipnones...then a shockingly cruel squeeze against your knees instead.
The tension coils tighter and tighter, until you're overwrought with anticipation even before his fingers touch you.
"PLEHEHEHEASE!" You wail, tears flying. "I CAHAN'T TAKE IT! I CAN'T!"
Merrit leans down once more, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers tenderly. "I know my darling. I know you can't. That's the point."
Then with a devilish grin, he plunges both hands into your most sensitive spots at once, and the world dissolves into unending laughter and desperate, tethered cries.
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