One shots

Mercy

I love you
But I gotta stay true
My morals got me on my knees
I'm begging, please, stop playing games

I don't know what this is
'Cause you got me good
Just like you knew you would
I don't know what you do
But you do it well
I'm under your spell

You got me begging you for mercy
Why won't you release me?
You got me begging you for mercy
Why won't you release me?
I said release me

Now you think that I
Will be something on the side
But you got to understand
That I need a man
Who can take my hand, yes I do

I don't know what this is
'Cause you got me good
Just like you knew you would
I don't know what you do
But you do it well
I'm under your spell

"Remember that song, Gabriel?", Nathalie spat at him.

He was still kneeling in front of his assistant, hoping she would give him that very last chance.

"Yes", he breathed, his voice barely audible.

"Well, that's basically how I felt over all the years, that I've been longing for you. I want you to be aware of how pathetic I felt and that's why I want you to beg. If you really, really love me, as you say, then I want you to know, how I felt. So yes, Gabriel, I want you to beg! I want you to crawl on you knees and to wind in the dirt at my feet until you truly understand the way I felt and earned back the right to be loved by me!"

"So you still love me, huh?", he asked with a grin to be immediately yelled at.

"Shut up, Gabriel. I am very sure, that I did not allow you to speak! I am the one giving the orders here, do you hear me?"

"Y-Yes", he stammered and lowered his head, barely capable of believing that it was his Nathalie, his obedient assistant, treating him like that now.

"Yes, what?"

He gulped and blinked up at her stern expression.

"Y-Yes M-M-Ma'am?", he uttered reluctantly.

She nodded with a content smile.

"That's better!", she said a little softer, "now strip!"

"E-Excuse me?"

"Get out of your clothes, I want you to give me something for the eye. So strip! Slowly!"

He got to his feet and bowed to her deeply.

"Whatever you wish, my queen!"

While he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, to get mentally prepared, Nathalie reached for her phone with a mischievous grin, starting Joe Cocker's 'You can leave your hat on'.

Gabriel sighed and hoped he wouldn't look too stupid, as he started to dance to the music, as he began to move to the rhythm, while unbuttoning his shirt.

With sparkling eyes, Nathalie leaned back on the bed, propped up on her elbows and watched as the man she loved slowly undressed just for her. She knew, that was pure torture for him, because he was used to getting his will, and she really felt with him, but she wasn't ready to release him already.

Soon he was just left in his boxers and as he reached for the hem of them, she stopped him.

"Wait!", Nathalie ordered strictly, "it's my turn now. Sit!"

She patted on the mattress beside her, while she chose another song on her phone. The moment he sat down, she got to her feet and started to move right in front of him to Prince's 'Kiss'!

For her taste this song was a little too fast, to strip to, but she had gotten impatient by now and wanted to end her own torture a little quicker.

Gabriel was shaking right now from just watching the incredibly beautiful woman move right in front of him.

But the very moment he reached out to touch her, she slapped his hand away.

"You're doing what I say, Gabriel!", she demanded and took of her shirt, revealing a black, laced brassiere, through which he could partly see her warts and he took a sharp breath.

Next she opened the button of her pants, then the zipper, to then let them slowly slide down her well formed thighs and her calfs. She nimbly stepped out of them, leaving her high heels on her feet as she did, to instantly place a foot between his legs, almost hitting his throbbing erection, making the designer gulp.

"Now my dear Mr Agreste, I want you to take of your boxers, still very slowly and lay back down on that duvet, do you understand me?"

"Yes Ma'am!", he croaked and crawled backwards, while pulling down his underpants.

She smirked, as his member jolted up and crawled on all fours on top of him, to hover above his shaking body, one of her legs between his thighs, pressing his balls almost painfully against his buttocks.

"Now give me your hands, both!", Nathalie ordered, while she opened the hooks in the front of her bra, letting it fall to the floor a moment later.

Gabriel groaned desperately as he held out his hands to her, bracing himself for whatever she might be up to.

Nathalie took a firm hold on his wrists as she whispered:

"This is your last chance, Gabriel. If you ever hurt me again, I will strangle you in your sleep. Do you understand that?"

He nodded, his mouth too dry to speak.

"Good. And now touch me right there!"

And with that she laid his hands onto her full, round breasts, while she lowered herself onto his protruding member, taking him in completely while letting out a loud moan, as she felt him impale her.

She now leaned down and breathed into his ear:

"Do you want me to move?"

"Oh God, yes!", he groaned, making her grin mischievously.

"Then start begging!"

"Nathalie, please, you're killing me, I can't...", he pleaded.

"That's a start, but I want you to beg, Gabriel. Beg me to fuck you real good!"