"Improve your control or sully your pants, my love," Merry giggled, "Or you can just beg for mercy," her grin widened, almost convincing me to pounce on her.
Her purple lighting was overbearing in its approach and slippery in its maneuvers. Whenever I condensed a wall with my Sylvian Lightning, an unexpected twist of its ethereal body would make it appear elsewhere.
"Mm," I groaned when I failed to stop another wave of purple lightning. This one sent a shiver to the area where the waist and the right thigh connect.
"I can go easy on you if you call me Mommy," Merry whispered in my ear.
"You wish," I gritted my teeth and pulled through it somehow. Every tease brought me close to the edge, giving me a strong sense of crisis. If you surrender once, nothing stops you from surrendering twice. If I gave her the dominant role now, she might think she can spank me back next time!
