Disclaimer: As always I own nothing associated with WWE. I own nothing more than my OC's and the story line. All mention of music and or fictional characters do not belong to me but rather to their respected artists.

Author's Note: This chapter will most likely be told primarily from Mercedes point of view.

Warning: This chapter promises to contain some heavy smut. If that is not something you want to read then please feel free to skip this chapter. This is my very first attempt at writing BDSM. A lifestyle that I admit I know very little about. I hope that I do it justice. Thanks as always, OZ

(Mercedes P.O.V.)

I felt John as he slipped from bed. A few minutes later I heard the shower cut on. The urge to slip from bed and go join him was strong. I rolled onto my back with a yawn and deep stretch enjoying every delicious ache in my body. I gazed absently at the large full bedroom windows across from the bed. The early morning sunlight dancing with the curtain was beautiful. I thought twice more about joining John in the shower, before the urge to doze off again became too much to ignore.

I woke up the second time in slow degrees. Yawning and stretching I burrowed under the blanket; snuggled up to an oversized pillow that smelled mouth wateringly like John. Rolling over I glanced at the clock and was shocked when I realized it was already after twelve-thirty in the afternoon. I couldn't believe that John left me sleeping that long. Sliding from bed I padded soundlessly to the bathroom. I cast one longing glance at the oversized garden tub; before heading to the shower. (What can I say a girl could become seriously addicted to that tub.)

Nearly half an hour later I was dressed in an old pair of denim shorts, a pink and black tank top, with my hair pulled into a loose lazy pony-tail. Heading down the steps I found John just entering the house with an armful of groceries. Taking two of his four bags, I followed him into the kitchen. "I'm sorry I slept so long; I know you mentioned seeing some of Tampa today."

Opening the refrigerator, he began tucking this and that inside. "It's not a big deal Cedes, Tampa will still be there tomorrow I just figured you needed the sleep more."

I smiled "It did feel good to sleep in – I have to admit." Unsure of where anything went, I set about helping unpack the remaining bags – setting everything on the countertop.

Leaning over the counter he brushed a brief chaste kiss across my cheek "No nightmares" he questioned?

Grinning big and broad I nodded "not a one." I was happy to report.

Between the two of us everything was put away within a matter of minutes. As he hustled around the kitchen I found myself watching him intently. His face wasn't devoid of any feeling or emotion, but what I did see there confused me and certainly didn't reach his eyes. I questioned without really thinking "You know it's early afternoon – we could always go out for a little bit; that is if you still want to."

Without really meeting my gaze, John shook his head, "We can go sight-seeing tomorrow. Why don't we just hang around the house today? You must hungry, we could make some lunch, maybe later go for a swim, maybe watch a movie or two later. What do you say?"

The mere mention of food set my stomach to grumbling rather loudly. "Food sounds great – what do you have in mind?"

"Don't worry about lunch – I'll take care of everything. Have a seat – this won't take long." He promised.

"There must something I can do to help?" I questioned.

A few minutes later I sat at the table chopping up fresh veggies for two salads while John grilled up chicken breasts. As he cooked, we made small talk. He mentioned the things that he'd bought at the store. We talked about going swimming after lunch. I asked if his movie collection here at home was anything like the one on his bus. He was polite. He answered every question responded to every comment. There was still something missing. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I just knew that something was missing. He laughed, he smiled, he talked with me, but nothing seemed to reach his eyes. He was holding something in – I just didn't know what.

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(John's P.O.V.)

Grilling the chicken, I watched Cedes out of the corner of my eye. Did she have any idea what I was thinking? Did she realize yet that I failed to protect her? How would she feel about being pregnant with my child? Was I ready for fatherhood? What the hell kind of father would I be? The bigger question was – was Mercedes ready for motherhood? We'd never really talked about kids or family. We'd never talked about anything permanent. No matter how I felt in the end it was her body – her decision. Could I live with whatever decisions she made? Watching her, the image of her body growing and changing with my baby filled my mind. Within seconds my mind imagined every stage of pregnancy. The image of her hands wrapped protectively around her abdomen tugged at my gut.

Simply sitting at my kitchen counter cutting up veggies I could see the honest trust and light shining in her eyes. She trusted me. She honest to God trusted me and I betrayed that trust. How the hell was I going to explain that to her? She deserves better than that.

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(Mercedes' P.O.V.)

Twenty minutes later we were both seated at the table eating grilled chicken salad. We continued to make conversation about this and that mostly trivial stuff – nothing of any of real importance. As I finished my salad, I realized I'd had enough if he regretted last night it was better that I knew that now rather than later. "Talk to me John – tell me what's wrong?"

Looking up from his salad, he smiled a smile that never reached his eyes. "There's nothing wrong Cedes, really nothing at all."

I laughed a little bitter and nearly sad "That's crap John and you know it! Ever since I walked into this kitchen you've been walking around here like someone kicked your dang dog or something. So spill it John – talk to me. If your regretting last night just tell…" my words trailed off unable to complete that thought.

Standing John pulled me from my chair. "OH God Mercedes! No it's nothing like that I swear. There is not one minute – not one second of last night that I regret."

Before I could respond or ask any further questions John captured my mouth in a demanding passionate kiss; a kiss that unfortunately ended all too quickly.

Pulling back John sighed "I was wrong last night – I didn't protect you the way I should have."

"John I don't understand. What do you mean you didn't protect me?"

"I took what I wanted and didn't think about protecting you. I was rougher with you than I needed to be."

"I'm not sure I'm following you John. I was there I'm pretty sure we both got what we wanted last night."

John sighed deep and rough, but gave me the first real smile I'd seen since last night. "Think about it Mercedes we were together three times last night; three times without a condom. I've never done that before. I've never lost my control like that before. Your different – I should have protected you."

I grinned as I leaned in for a soft gentle kiss. "John I'm on birth control. You don't have to worry about me that way."

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(John's P.O.V.)

I heard her words. I trusted what she was saying. Yet as the image of her body growing and changing with my child slowly faded from my mind; I didn't know if I should shout with joy or with disappointment. I buried my twisted thoughts about parenthood deep as I looked into her dark sparkling eyes. "I still should have had more control with you. I could have hurt you last night."

"Tell me something John," she began her fingers caressing my right cheek. "This control of yours is it something you let go very often?"

"Hell no!" came my quick and heated reply

"Well then," she countered before I could continue "I'm damned glad it happened last night with me."

"Mercedes" I began patiently "I don't think you understand."

"I like the idea that you lost control with me" she answered quickly as her body visibly shivered. "Truth is makes me very hot – makes me feel like a real woman."

Her words were going to be the death of me. I was going to stroke out and die right here in my own damned kitchen.

"Honestly just thinking about it makes me want…" her words trailed off.

"Makes you want what?" I questioned hoping that at this point we both wanted to the same damned thing.

Wrapping her arms around my neck she moved in nice and tight. Pressing her soft luscious body against my harder firmer body; she whispered in my ear. "It makes me wish you would take me to your play room right now."

Her words surprised me. "Are you sure Cedes? Are you absolutely certain you want to go there with me?"

The grin that touched her face shot straight through to my groin as quickly as her hips bucked against my already semi-erect cock. "I'm very sure John; very very sure."

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(Mercedes' P.O.V.)

With a gentle squeeze of my hand John led us out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards the rear of the house. Standing just outside a rather ordinary looking door he watched me closely for several long moments. "You don't have to do this Cedes. I want you regardless of what's behind this door."

With a soft kiss to his cheek I whispered "I know." With those simple two words I twisted the door knob and made my way inside. The room itself was much larger than I had expected. If I were to guess I would say that it was the size of two slightly larger than average size bedrooms. Much like the rest of the house this room too had high ceilings with soft lighting. Circling nearly the entire room were small square highly placed windows; enough to allow for natural lighting but high enough to prevent any real view. The walls were painted a rich deep cream with an unquestionably beautiful maroon trim. The floor was covered with a thick richly colored carpet; a mostly dark cream with hints of maroon to match the walls. At one of the room sat an amazing four poster bed made of rich warm oak. Gorgeous almond colored canopy hung from each corner. Moving towards the bed I took notice of the large leather sofa with two matching ottomans. Standing near the foot of the bed I fingered the soft canopy material. I didn't hear John as he came up behind me. My body shivered when I felt his hands rest atop my shoulders. Mistaking my shiver for fear, he whispered "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Sparing him a moment's glance over my shoulder I smiled trying to bury my trepidation. Taking in the scene before me I noted the end tables on each side of the bed; right on top of one a pair of brand new shiny hand-cuffs. Scooping them up, I let them dangle from my finger. "Really John you want to cuff me to the bed; is that it?"

Taking the cuffs my hand he laid down on the end table. "Only if that's what you want baby-girl."

Only if that's what I wanted; how the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted in this situation. Being in John's playroom both terrified and excited me in ways I was still trying to understand myself – how could I possibly explain it to him so soon. Sliding open the small end table drawer, I gasped at the more dozen different varieties of condoms laying loose inside. "Do you have enough in here? Maybe you should keep a few of these upstairs in your bedroom; hate for you to be caught unprepared." I quipped a little sarcastically.

"Never needed them upstairs in my bedroom before last night," his only reply.

He never needed them in his bedroom before. What did that mean? How was I supposed to take a comment like that? Did that mean I was special? Did I want to be that special? Moving away from the bed I was headed for the other side of the room when I noticed the stripper pole near the far corner of the room.

"A stripper pole…really?" I asked
"You seem surprised…" He remarked a little jokingly.

"Surprised…who me? No not at all, I mean after all it's perfectly normal for my lover to have a stripper pole in his playroom. You're absolutely right John nothing surprising or unusual about that statement.

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(John's P.O.V.)

Grabbing her I spun her around, taking her into my arms. Without a word, my hands slid down her back and cupped her ass dragging her up against me nice and tight. Before she could say a word, I claimed her mouth in a demanding – punishing kiss. My tongue plunged in and out of her mouth with authority. I grinded my hips against her; I loved the feel of my semi-erect cock pushing and grinding against her as I felt myself becoming harder and more aroused. Hearing her use the words 'my lover' shook me. After last night we were definitely lovers, but could we be more than that? The very notion that she might ever call another man 'my lover' soured my stomach. I needed to concentrate on the here and now – what I had right in front of me.

Cupping her ass with both hands, I realized how desperately I wanted to paddle her, taste her, and be buried deep inside her all at once. Dammit this woman was hell on my control. Pulling away, I loosened my hold on her. For a moment our ragged breathing the only sound filling the room. I wrapped my hand under her chin forcing her to look at me. "I'd be very careful if I were you Mercedes."

With a devilish glint in her eyes; a glint I'd not seen before she smiled "and why is that Mr. Cena?" That smile – that devilish little spark, I liked it and I wanted to see more.

I laughed "In this room, right now, that sassy little mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble."

"Trouble" she questioned innocently?

Turning her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist, leaning in I whispered in her ear as I pointed across the room. "See that bench over there? You don't watch that sassy little mouth you just might find yourself bent over getting the paddling I've been promising you. Is that what you want Mercedes?"

Her body shivered hard in my arms. That delicious little ass of hers wiggled against me – as if I wasn't getting hard enough – I needed more. Her words were soft whispers, her eyes never leaving the bench. With her ass pushed tight against me she began to wiggle "your serious you really want to 'paddle' me?"

"If you don't stop that wiggling shit right now – I'm going to do a helluva lot more than paddle you." She stopped and I nearly groaned. "Hell yes I want to spank that sexy little ass; and I would love to see you dancing – working that pole."

Without turning to face me, I could hear the soft laughter and inquisitive quality in her voice. I could feel the nearly shivering tension in her body as she spoke. "You want me to dance for you?"

I laughed deep and sultry in her ear. "I want to sit back and watch you work that pole. I want to watch as you slowly remove every stitch of clothing from your body. I want to jerk myself off at the sight of you." I knew my last words shocked her. I was glad. "Does that shock you Cedes? I would you know, I would I jerk myself off watching you dance, stripping off your clothing, dancing naked for me alone; and when you were finished I word bury myself balls deep inside that tight sexy little pussy of yours making sure we both came hard."

Turning to face me, I could see it in her eyes, her breathing, the nearly instant hardening of her nipples; my words – this room my Mercedes was becoming very aroused and doing nothing to hide it.

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(Mercedes' P.O.V.)

I could see it in his eyes. He knew what he was doing to me. He knew that his words – this damned room all of it was driving me crazy. My nipples were hardening to the point of near pain. My body was growing so damned wet; I was nearly certain that my panties were soaked. Strangely the thing that surprised me most was the tingling I felt along my bottom every time he mentioned paddling my ass. No man had ever told me he wanted to paddle me before. I'd never even given the idea of being "spanked" sexually a thought – now it seemed I was thinking about it constantly. I wanted to finish exploring his playroom. Despite my body's needs and wants I had to be sure I could do this before I started something I couldn't finish.

Moving away from him I headed towards the far side of the room. I wandered about the room taking everything in. I hated feeling so naïve and unsure of myself. I wanted John. The way he touched me last night, his concerns over losing control and hurting me all of it made me want him more. Stopping in front of a beautifully carved old armoire I opened the cabinet. I'll admit the contents took my breath away. Inside I found every type of sex toy imaginable. There were vibrators of every shape, size, and probably color completely unopened. There were several riding crops and a very scary looking whip. Hanging from the inside of the door were several types of little clamps. I shivered – no definitely no clamps for me I thought. On the other side of the shelf there were beads of several shapes, sizes, and colors. I also found a handful of blind folds, silk scarves of various thickness and color, as well as padded hand cuffs. Standing beside me John smiled brief and small. "Ask Mercedes – I see the questions in your eyes so go on ask away."

I thought about it for several long seconds before picking up a package of small blue beads all attached by some sort of blue cord. I looked at John questioningly. Taking the package from my hand he smirked. "There anal beads" he replied matter of fact. "If you wanted to use them, I would slip them inside of a condom, have you bend over; using a little lubricant I would slowly insert them in your ass."

Taking the package from his hand I laid the beads back on the shelf. Picking up a blind fold I handed it to him waiting anxiously for his next response. I didn't have to wait long. "Our senses are an amazing gift. What is equally amazing is the trust we have to have in each other when we lose one of our senses." He then slowly wrapped the blindfold around my eyes before whispering softly in my ear. "Could you trust me like that Mercedes? Could you trust me enough to let me take you while blindfolding seeing nothing – simply feeling everything?"

His words were driving me insane. I didn't need to be blindfolded to be on sensory overload. His words – this room it was all overloading my senses and my body. Suddenly John was too close – I needed a little distance. Removing the blindfold, I took it from him – laying it back on the shelf. My fingers absently brushed the clamps hanging from the door. Without missing a beat John answered honestly "those are nipple clamps." My body quivered and not in a way I necessarily liked. "I don't want anything that hurts John."

Taking my hand in his he pulled me in close dropping two…three…four soft chaste kisses across my mouth "this is all about you baby-girl whatever you want or don't want I'm right here with you."

I smiled as I moved away one last thing to explore. Pulling myself from my wandering thoughts I gave the "swing" for lack of a better word in front of me a gentle push. I'd never seen anything like it before in my life. I ran my hand along the four large poles – brackets if you will; examining the leather swing suspended in the center with thick heavy silver chains. There were "stir-ups" for both a person's hands and feet. I giggled for a moment thinking it reminded me of a mid-evil gyno exam table.

Chancing a look at John, the pure lust and desire that painted his face and filled his eyes took my breath away. He watched me examine it a moment longer before speaking. "Do you like to ride Mercedes?"

"Ride" I questioned lost in the completely wanton expression on his face?

"Yes ride" he continued. "Have you ever ridden a man before?"

Oh my, he was asking if I wanted to be on top – to ride him. I wasn't totally naïve I'd done it a couple of times with Jake. I stopped my thoughts right there – shutting them off like the water from a faucet. This was about John and me – there was no place in this room for anyone or anything else. "Sure" I replied "I've done it."

"Not like this you haven't" he replied with an erotic lusty laugh. Taking my hand he led me around the swing and into his arms. "Have you seen enough?"

I didn't know what to say. So I did the only thing I was sure of – I kissed him. I kissed him hard and deep. I plunged my tongue into his mouth this time. I loved the taste of him the feel of him. I couldn't contain the soft moans escaping me as I felt his hands roaming down my back cupping my ass. I didn't understand much of this room or what I'd found in the cabinet but I wanted this man; I wanted him here and now. His hands on roaming across my back and down cupping my bottom made me tingle all over. I slid my hands up the back of his t-shirt. I slowly raked my nails across his bare skin – loving the answering quiver his only response. He pulled back from our kiss – his lips trailing hotly across my cheek, my jaw and down the right side of my neck. He suckled at my neck – licking, nibbling, and tasting the delicate flesh he found there. I was slowly losing my mind. With my hands at his hips I eagerly began to unfasten his belt.

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(John's P.O.V.)

I wanted to mark her. I knew that it was probably juvenile/high school thinking but I wanted it none the less. I wanted my mark on her neck – visible on her body. I wanted the world to know she was my lover and mine alone. Such dangerous thinking, but at the moment I didn't care. I felt her hands on my hips and then on my belt – quickly unfastening it. Within seconds I felt her soft delicate fingers slipping inside my denim shorts. I could have screamed when I felt her hand slipping down the front of my boxers to cup me in her warm palm. "Fuck Mercedes" I groaned aloud. "Take me in your hands baby-girl – do it."

I didn't have to tell her twice. She wrapped her fingers around my hard cock and began to stroke me long and slow. "Fucking hell" I groaned as she touched me – stroked me over and over again. I had to have her naked. I wanted her astride me in that swing now – not in five minutes or even five damned seconds but now. Grasping her wrist I pulled her hand from my pants. "Were both wearing way too many damned clothes baby girl." Her smile caught me like a sucker punch to the gut. How did she manage to smile shy and devilish all at the same time? I watched with batted breath as she shimmied out of those damned cut off shorts. The same shorts that had been driving me absolutely wild since the moment she came the down the freaking steps. If it were up to me she would never again leave the house in those shorts. They were definitely for my eyes only. Fingering the hem of her tank top I made short work of pulling it up and over her head. Once I had her completely nude before me I dipped my head and suckled her left breast hard. She moaned her breathing coming in harsh pants. Releasing her breasts from my, I took her hand and lead her to the swing. It was a little awkward at first. She blushed hotly her innocence at how the device worked turning me on – pushing me further than I ever imagined. Sitting in the swing, I placed my feet inside the stir ups and reach for her. Pulling her into my lap; as she straddled me I could feel the sheer wetness of her pussy against my hard aching cock. I was nearly desperate to be inside in. Slipping my hand between us I slowly touched her wet core. I was surprised to find her as wet as she was. She wasn't as immune to my words and this room as I thought. Her little clit felt delicious as I slowly teased her, fingering her, rubbing her hard, and then slipping my long finger deep inside her waiting pussy. "John" she moaned my name a desperate plea slipping from her lips. I knew what she wanted – just as I knew I needed to hear her say it.

"Say it baby girl – say it" I demanded. "Tell me what you need. Tell me right now what you need." I needed to hear it; I wanted to hear those dirty little words falling from her lips.

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(Mercedes'P.O.V.)

I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel him inside me desperately. "I need…" I moaned as his finger slipped in and out slowly – deliciously from my body. "I need you John – please I need you now." It wasn't enough – his fingers continued to work and tease my wet hot core but he made no move to take it further.

"Tell me baby-girl - tell me where you need me most."

I moaned louder, my head thrashing from side to side. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter by the second. His fingers were going to bring me off any second and I wanted to scream with it. The need to cum was an urgent one. Yet I didn't want my first orgasm in a sex swing to be all over his hands but rather his hard cock. I was beyond caring how I sounded or what it looked like. With a near growl I whispered in his ear "please John….fuck me."

Those four little words got me exactly what I needed as he slipped his fingers from my body and slid his dick inside me. "OH MY GOD!" I nearly screamed. I'd never felt so full or stretched so wide in my life. I couldn't tell where I stopped and he began. My body was so full of him. I could feel his hardness everywhere inside me. A part of me wanted to beg him to move; while the other part of me just wanted to sit perfectly still and feel him fill me up. I rocked gently against him growing accustomed to the fullness of him. As I rocked so did the swing.

"Relax Cedes…just relax and enjoy." He mumbled as he grabbed my hips with both hands helping me find a rhythm that drove us both to the brink.

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(John's P.O.V.)

Gripping her hips, I helped both of us settle into a rhythm that was both intoxicating and not enough at the same time. Every time the swing moved even just a little I wanted to howl with pleasure. Her wet hot body hugged my hard stiff dick in ways I didn't think possible after last night. Her touch, her scent, the feel of her body rocking, swinging, grinding on me was insane. "John…" she pleaded over and over again. "John...I'm so close…make me cum John…please OH God John I need to cum."

I loved the sound coming from my baby girl. The way she moaned, screamed, the desperate way my name slipped from her lips. "Hold on baby-girl…not yet…hold on," I murmured in her ear. I stilled just a little; sure I wanted her orgasm – but I also wanted to draw out her pleasure as long as I could.

"OH don't stop – don't tease me! Please make me cum for you." She pleaded working to grind herself a little harder against me.

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(Mercedes' P.O.V.)

My body was on fire and John was playing games. Leaning in I bit his shoulder. I could it feel it building deep inside. Nothing had ever felt more erotic in my life. Riding John in this damned swing was the most sensual or erotic in my whole life. Just being in John's arms made me feel more of woman than I could ever remember. He was driving me crazy with need and want. I was desperate to orgasm. As I felt him still just a bit, I leaned into nibble at his shoulder once more. John laughed whispering in my ear. "Hold on baby girl – let me draw out your pleasure just a bit longer. I swear I will make it good for you." Looking into my ears, he smiled deep and devilish "Cum now baby girl and I will have no choice but to paddle that pretty little ass of yours."

His words were too much to bear; I felt myself falling over the edge. I screamed his name over and over again as my hard orgasm rocked my body. The swing rocked to and fro as my body heaved against him. I'd barely had time to catch my breath, before John was carrying me from the swing across the floor to the bench. "I told you…" he whispered. "If you didn't do as you were asked that I would definitely be paddling that pretty little ass."

Despite my wicked orgasm just moments before – my body burned at the thought of him 'spanking' me. With his hands on my shoulders he gently pushed me to my knees helping me into position at the bench. I felt so naughty and wanton as I looked over my shoulder at him with my ass in the air. I felt his hand gently caressing my bottom, rubbing me, gently touching me. "I won't hurt you Cedes…but I want to make you feel good. If it becomes too much just tell me. I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will."

As I waited for his first touch; I felt the nervous tension swamping me. With a deep breath I struggled to relax. The first smack of his hand was intense. I nearly screamed. I felt his hand rubbing across my bare flesh moments before he smacked me once more. The routine continued for every smack across my bare flesh he would rub my tender flesh gentle and slow. I nearly squealed when I felt him drop two tender wet kisses across my bare flesh. "John…It's so intense…I can't bear it John…I need you…"

I felt his questing fingers slipping between my thighs as he quickly began to finger me soft and slow. "You're even wetter than I imagined baby girl. Who knew you like to be spanked so much."

Pulling me to my feet, he took my mouth in a deep hard kiss. Mumbling he said "wrap your legs around me." Doing as he asked we carried me to the bed. Laying me down on the bed he quickly followed me down. Smiling he kissed me quick and hard before sliding down to slowly lick, nibble, and eat at my wet center. I drove my fingers through his short soft hair. It was all too – much I didn't know how much more I could stand. I wanted to – needed to please him the same he had pleased me all afternoon. Pulling at his short hair, I pulled until he was forced to look up at me. I smiled small and nearly child-like when he looked up at me. "Let me taste you John?"

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(John's P.O.V.)

Mercedes wasn't the first woman I'd had positioned between my thighs fondling my hard cock; she was certainly the most erotic. There was something purely innocent about her touch. When she leaned into take me in her mouth I nearly howled with pleasure. Pulling her dark hair back away from her face I watched as she bobbed gentle and quick up and down my hard cock. I watched and listened as her mouth slipped up and down. Once more I found myself wanting to go at her mouth like a mad man. I wanted to pump in and out of her mouth with near reckless abandon. Instead I nearly came out of my skin when I felt her skin down over my cock as deep as she could manage. My body reacted instantly – I knew my orgasm was at hand. Although I wanted to spill myself within her mouth, I had to give her a choice in the matter. "Cedes baby –girl I'm going to cum. You need to pull back now – I am going to cum." She never once pulled back or stopped what she was doing to me. My Mercedes had just swallowed all I had to give. As she slid up and laid her head across my chest – I knew I was falling into something deep and I wasn't sure I wanted to find a way out.

I guess it was two or three hours later when I woke up all tangled up in Mercedes. Her head rested softly against my right shoulder her arm flung across my chest. I lay perfectly still for several long moments content to watch her sleep. As I watched her – the need to protect her/ take care of her became too much. Slipping silently from bed I slipped into my shorts and headed for the kitchen.

Lunch was hours ago now; after the afternoon we'd shared the least I could do was feed my baby girl.

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(Mercedes P.O.V.)

Slowly I stretched once more enjoying coming awake by degrees. I looked around the room – momentarily confused about where I was. Slipping from bed I scooped John's black and white t-shirt from the floor. Slipping it on I scooped the handcuffs from the end table and went in search of John. Padded silently down the hall towards the kitchen, I brushed my hair back out of my face. Calling out I smiled, "John I was thinking. If I promise to dance for you next time; can I use the handcuffs on you?" I was laughing as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. The laughter died a slow painful death as I glimpsed John standing at the counter with my uncle Paul.

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