Mercy Sara Cate Quotes

we judge what we don’t understand.

My point is that as long as you’re happy, who cares if you follow convention. What other people think doesn’t matter.

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.

But I take my punishment in stride. There’s something strangely gratifying that comes with getting what you deserve. Because, once I’ve paid the price, I don’t have to live with the guilt anymore.

Beau doesn’t just let me be myself, but he loves me for it.

We deserve better than the world we were born into,

Being a brat is only fun for so long because sometimes the punishment really fucking sucks. My ass is still sore and bruised with the proof of that fact.

I still mess up, Beau. I don’t always have it together, and if you ever think I’m so confident or perfect, just remember that trip. I’m letting you see what I want you to see.

just because you don’t like it doesn’t make it as bad and evil as you think it is.

Sometimes letting go is a show of love, and it’s probably the hardest one.

With her back to me, still in a state of panic and her chest heaving from the intensity of our kiss, I keep my eyes on her as I slowly lower to my knees. “Maggie.

We need each other in a way that makes it impossible to imagine life without the other now.

Pure, unfiltered Beau eye contact is potent.

Rule #8: Watch porn…for research.

An orgasm has never felt so good in all my life. Two weeks of agony were worth this thirty seconds of heaven, easily.

Tell me who this cock belongs to,” she barks out a command. “Yours,” I grunt, “it’s all yours.

I am inside her, and it’s never struck me so powerfully as it does in this moment with her.

I want to hurt him and fuck his brains out at the same time. I have every intention of making this both bliss and agony.

But if being your sub has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t take enough time to worship…the woman I’m with.

I can hold my tongue and watch what I say, but I can’t be held accountable for what my face does.

Rules are going to be broken today, and I don’t even care anymore. We’re too far gone now.

She lifts my face and gazes into my eyes. “Beau, you have some warped perceptions about sex. The shame you feel isn’t your fault. Someone else put that there.

This is the woman of my dreams. I never fucking knew it until now, but I literally couldn’t imagine anything hotter than the sight before me at this very second.

I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I’d do anything for you, Maggie. Anything. Whatever you want…I’ll do it. I’m yours.

Now when I think about my dad’s wedding, I’m going to remember the delicious taste of your cunt.

He looks so good on his knees for me.

The audible click of the buckle feels significant, like a declaration. And just the sight of this beautiful man collared for me is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.

I don’t care. There’s only one woman I listen to anyway.

I have someone who sees the good and the bad. Someone capable of tough love and mercy.

This is what I was always meant to be—hers.

I drive him to the very edge, where pleasure becomes pain. Want turns to need. Where our bodies don’t feel like our bodies anymore but just vessels of raw, filthy, breathtaking sex.

I want to touch you so bad,” he whines. Leaning over him, I press my mouth to his ear as I whisper, “But you’ve been bad, and bad boys don’t get what they want.” He groans in response.

I’ve lost my damn mind. That’s the only explanation for this. Why on earth would I agree to meet a twenty-two-year-old at the club, with plans to have sex and dominate him? Certifiable. This is insane.

I would never try to get rid of you,” I whisper, brushing his hair out of his face. “I love you too much.” His lips brush softly along my jawline. “I know you wouldn’t. I’m yours.” “Yes, you are. Mine forever.

Making her feel good makes me feel good. And that’s not something I ever thought I’d say before. But now that I know who I really am, it’s not so weird to me anymore. This is what I was always meant to be—hers.

Watching the way his body takes everything I’m giving him is something that will stay etched in my memory forever. The trembles, gasps, moans, and finally, the shudder of pleasure when I reach farther inside him.

Beau, you got royally fucked by life,” she says, and I let a laugh slip through as I lift my eyes to gaze at her. “We all do, but usually when you get royally fucked, you’re supposed to get a little aftercare, too.

Dancing with you is not a risk. Letting a beautiful woman stand alone at the edge of a dance floor, that’s a risk. Letting people think you’re available…also a risk. Wasting this opportunity, risk. None of which I’m willing to take.

Her soft hands wrap around my neck, pulling me down until our mouths are almost touching. I’ve never been so comfortable with another person in all my life. Things with Maggie are easy, like she was made just for me, to make being me a little easier.

Because I love my body. I saw the way girls on my gymnastic team would whisper about me. I heard so many fucking derogatory remarks and tips about dieting and working out. It didn't matter how I felt about my own body. People honestly thought I should be unhappy with myself. They thought they were helping. “But men liked me. Men appreciated my body. And I don’t care if that makes me sound like a slut or an attention whore. I was, and am, proud of my curves, and I was tired of hearing how I should change them.

I took him to his limit today. I pushed him past his comfort zone, and I think he found out something about himself in the process. I know I did. I learned that I love making Beau pay for his misbehavior. And I love the idea of taking care of him afterward.

I hand it to him, and he slides it open before running his fingers over the sleek black leather collar. “This is a symbol of commitment, a promise that I will always take care of you. That I will always have your best interests at heart. This…means you’re mine.

When I walk out of the store, I feel as if I’ve shed a layer of the person I used to be, and it’s not just the sex and lingerie; I’m not just changing in the bedroom. I’m finally proudly and unapologetically wearing my own skin. The way I always should have been.

Of all the things I want to do to him, this moment has to be the biggest. All of the desire and need I’ve felt for three months has led to this. I’ve already punished him, humiliated him, tortured him, controlled him, but now, this is the big one. Now I get to own him.

I’ll be here when you wake up,” she replies, and I believe it. When Maggie makes promises, I trust her. There’s just something really fucking comforting about that. I’ve never been able to rely on someone like that before. I never knew I needed to learn to trust so badly.

That can’t possibly be what turns me on. Watching porn is a lot like opening a bottle of wine. Once you’ve popped that cork, you have to just see it through and drink the whole thing. Can’t let it go to waste. Or at least that’s the justification in my mind when I return to my couch.

I am not jealous because nothing will happen with her,” she says possessively, and I grin down at her. “Yes, ma’am,” I reply. “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.

And I have absolutely no intention of getting caught up in some romantic hostage situation like you’ve gotten yourself entangled in at the mercy of a woman who refuses to let you go.” Leaning back in his office chair, a slow, lazy grin stretches across his face. “Oh yeah…it’s terrible,” he replies sarcastically.

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.

Every day you give me love, you submit to me, you trust me with your body and your heart, and you stay faithful to me. That shows me your commitment. You choose me every single day. I’d rather have that than a legally binding contract any day. This collar around your neck is my wedding ring, and nothing in the world could mean more to me.

I want everyone who ever considers touching her to know this perfect woman is mine—or rather, I’m hers. It’s irrational and ridiculous, but I love the idea of knowing no man can be what I am for Maggie. No more assholes, who just want to take from her. No more fumbling idiots, who don’t know how to give my woman pleasure. Only me. Forever.

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.

When a gentle smile stretches across her lips, she kisses me. “Every day you give me love, you submit to me, you trust me with your body and your heart, and you stay faithful to me. That shows me your commitment. You choose me every single day. I’d rather have that than a legally binding contract any day. This collar around your neck is my wedding ring, and nothing in the world could mean more to me.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror across the room, and I see the same self-deprecating, fearful, shy woman I just saw downstairs and for all of my life. But that’s not who I am. That’s just a role I play, a form I’ve fit myself into. I am the woman in the masquerade mask that night at the club, about to meet a total stranger. I’m the woman Beau wants. I own a goddamn sex club, for fuck’s sake. I am his Domme.

To go from almost never getting oral from a man, and never getting an orgasm out of sex in general, Beau feels like a miracle. He wants to see my pleasure, and I don’t feel the need to hide it anymore. I know these moments make him proud, to see me coming from his touch alone, but I don’t know if he understands it from my perspective. He might think they are just orgasms, and it’s no big deal, but he’ll never truly grasp how powerful and liberating this is for me.

I spent the past five years wishing I knew who I was or what I wanted in my life, but I was too busy shutting doors without opening any. Sure, there’s a lot more to my life than just being hers and I’m the one responsible for paving my own path, but knowing she’ll be at my side, for whatever we face, means I’m not alone anymore. I have someone who sees the good and the bad. Someone capable of tough love and mercy. Someone who will punish me when I need it. And I look forward to every single second.

have absolutely no intention of getting caught up in some romantic hostage situation like you’ve gotten yourself entangled in at the mercy of a woman who refuses to let you go.

He wants to see my pleasure, and I don’t feel the need to hide it anymore.

Maggie

Does the idea of inflicting pain on others excite you?” My mouth forms the word no, but I hesitate for a moment too long. “Oh…” Mia jokes when she notices me pausing.

It’s not like I thought Charlie was the fucking love of my life or anything. We broke up. She was too needy and wanted way too much from me…which I guess, looking back, was literally the bare minimum

Sex is still sex. Even when it’s bad, it’s still good.

Beau is gorgeous in those fitted jeans and a tight polo shirt that shows off the impeccable shape of his muscled shoulders, but he knows how gorgeous he is and that’s what kills his appeal. If only he finished off the look with a touch of humility, he’d be a ten.

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.

I roll my eyes. I can hold my tongue and watch what I say, but I can’t be held accountable for what my face does.

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.

My brat,” I add. “Yes, your brat.” “Tell me you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” he answers without hesitation.

Good. Now, don’t come up for air until I pull you up, understand?” “Yes, ma’am,” he whispers.

I’m not an idiot—I know this is going to hurt, but pain has always enticed me. I want to feel it in the same way most people fear it. Like a fuse about to reach the dynamite, I need the pain to give me the release I’m looking for. I crave the explosion.

I’m not perfect, by any means. But I want to be…for you. I’ve never been in love before,” he says, and my breath hitches. “I thought I was. But it never felt like this. I never wanted to be better for anyone. Maggie…my heart is yours. Do whatever you want with it.

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

I squeeze her tighter, hoping I leave bruises. Not because I want to hurt her, but because I want to mark her.

Everything about our relationship is doomed, but for some reason, I’m still hanging on.

I can’t exactly put into words how this news makes me feel. Weirdly irritated with him. And strangely proud at the same time. I’ve looked up to my dad my entire life, and I’ve spent the entire time comparing myself to him. Who could live up to that? Maybe he should have let me see him fuck up. If I ever got the chance to see my dad as a real person and not as the hero he tried to be, I wouldn’t feel like the letdown of the century.

But he never had a sharp tongue like you. Hold on to that. It’s going to get you in trouble, but trouble is half the fun.

Why? I give great dating advice.” She laughs. “Your ex-girlfriend is now dating your dad, so…

What kind of older brother would I be if I let you go to D&D night without me?” “Technically…I’m closer to being your step-aunt.

How can you tell the difference between a nerd and someone into BDSM?” Wait…what? My brow furrows as I stare at him. In fact, everyone is staring at him with the same look of confusion. The tension is growing uncomfortable as we collectively wait for him to explain what the hell he’s talking about. Leaning one arm on the back of my chair, he looks up at the group with a proud smile as he says, “Ask them what a Dungeon Master is.

A good sex joke can get you out of any uncomfortable situation.

You shouldn’t have done that,” she says, and I’m already leaning back in again as I reply. “Then punish me for it.

I’m thirty-four, and I see you’re twenty-two. So maybe before this conversation goes any further, we should just get that out of the way. K

My age doesn’t bother you? You’re thirty-four, not eighty. Stop trying to make it a problem.

He looks up stunned before I continue. “You fucked his ex-girlfriend. You just married her! You pretend like Beau is so delicate and breakable, but you didn’t hesitate to stomp all over his heart a year ago.

My teeth are clenched as I glare at him, heat and anger mixed with adrenaline, creating a lethal combination of no fucks given. I’m tired of tiptoeing. I’m tired of asking for permission or forgiveness. The days of making myself as small and as quiet as possible are over.

Her eyes widen, and I take that to mean yes. “He was very mad.” “He’ll get over it,” I reply bluntly. “Beau…” “I’m serious. He will. I had to get over him and Charlie. He’ll get over me and you. He doesn’t have a choice.

Watching porn is a lot like opening a bottle of wine. Once you’ve popped that cork, you have to just see it through and drink the whole thing. Can’t let it go to waste. Or at least that’s the justification in my mind when I return to my couch.

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.

If the mean nurse comes back and tries to yell at me for it, I don’t care. There’s only one woman I listen to anyway.

It takes him completely by surprise as I step up to him, throwing an arm out for a hug and pulling him tight against my chest. He squeezes me back, and I have to clench my jaw to keep from getting choked up. Then the asshole has to quietly mumble, “You’re a good man, and I’m so proud of you,” and it all goes to hell.

Emerson would have my head if he knew what I had planned for his son, but with his track record, he really has no room to talk.

No wonder Beau has been wreaking havoc with that smug ego of his—he’s been carrying that thing around this whole time.

The only thing that bugs me is you thinking that my love and support for you has anything to do with masculinity. You think I care about how submissive you are to your partner? You think a real man can’t be submissive? Then I’ve failed you as a father, and that bugs me.

If you want me to stop, just say mercy. Understand?

I bought you something.” When his face falls into a mix of dread and worry, I laugh. “It’s not bad, I promise.” “Your gifts usually hurt.

It’s been less than a week since we had sex, but it’s painfully clear now we would have been miserable if we tried to do the long-distance thing. We need each other in a way that makes it impossible to imagine life without the other now.

You’re my best friend, kid.” She stares at me with a skeptical expression. “That’s really sad for you,” she replies, and I laugh. “Probably, but that’s okay.

Don’t you dare say a word, Mia!” “I won’t,” she calls back. “But I bet that within six months, you’ll be the kinkiest person in this club!

If you had told me three months ago this would happen, I would have told you, you were crazy. I never saw love in the cards for me. I couldn’t imagine fitting with someone the way I fit with Beau. We’re an unlikely and ridiculous couple, but that’s what makes us all the more perfect for each other. Beau doesn’t just let me be myself, but he loves me for it.

How can you tell the difference between a nerd and someone into BDSM?” Wait…what? My brow furrows as I stare at him. In fact, everyone is staring at him with the same look of confusion. The tension is growing uncomfortable as we collectively wait for him to explain what the hell he’s talking about. Leaning one arm on the back of my chair, he looks up at the group with a proud smile as he says, “Ask them what a Dungeon Master is.” A joke. He was telling a dirty joke…to take the attention off of me.

There’s a good chance half the people here just came to get a front-row seat to the biggest live-action soap opera story in Briar Point. Millionaire club owner steals girl from his own son.