Free Save Me by Ashley Monahan Page A

covered her amputated leg and put it on the floor.
    “Please,” Mercy implored, “don’t look at it …it’s disgusting.”
    Marc held the sides of her leg.
    “Marc…”  Marc could tell he was making her uncomfortable, but he wanted to show her she didn’t repulse him, in any way.
    Marc brought his lips down to her injured leg and placed a soft kiss one of the many scars.
    “There’s nothing about you that’s disgusting.”
    Marc placed a few more kissed on her leg, then trailed butterfly kisses up to her collar bone.  When he reached her face he saw a tear drop streaming down her cheek.  Marc kissed it away.
    “Listen to me when I tell you you’re beautiful.  You are Mercy.”  And she was.  Marc kissed another tear away.
    Mercy wrapped her arms around Marc and held him tight.
    “I’ve never felt as safe as when I am in your arms.” Mercy’s voice was filled with emotion.
    Marc framed her face with his strong hands.
    “I wish I never had to let you go,” he said.
    Marc met her soft full lips and kissed her deeply treasuring her sweet flavor.
    “This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” Mercy said between kisses.  “I barely know you, but I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
    “And I know I should stay away from you, for your sake, but I don’t want to.”  He kissed her again.
    “ I’m leaving in a week...”
    “Where are you going?”
    “British Columbia for six months.”
    Marc exhaled deeply.
    “It’s for the best,” he said.
    “I know,” she agr eed, but was as disappointed as him.
    “Then for the next week, I want you all to myself.”
    “I could use a vacation before I leave,” she smiled.
    “I could disappear for a week myself.”
    “Can you do that?”
    “I’m going to.”  Marc playfully kissed her tickling her side.  Mercy laughed and flailed around underneath him.
    Marc’s phone rang.  He reached down onto the floor and retrieved it from his jeans pocket.  Mercy looked beyond disappointed.
    “Ace,” he answered identifying Ace’s number.   Perfect timing.
    “I need you here at eleven tomorrow.”
    “I’m unavailable for the next week.”
    “Unavailable,” Ace repeated, “what the hell do you think this is?”
    “Ace, I need this.”  This wasn’t negotiable.
    Ace huffed.  “This isn’t a damn nine to five, you don’ t get a vacation.”
    “I’ll make it up, I need this.”
    “You’ll be my bitch for the next year.”
    “I already am.  I don’ t care.  Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
    “Call me next week.”
    Ace hung up.  Marc didn’t care.  He’d pay the price.  Marc turned off his cell phone and had no plan of turning it on for the following week.
    “Done.”
    Mercy looked at him stunned.
    “Done?  You really are free for a week?”
    “At your beck and call.”
    “ Did you have to sell your soul?”
    “It was sold long ago.”
    He gathered her up in his arms.
    “And you’re worth it. ”  Marc brought his weight up on his elbows and scented her.  “Anything in particular you’d like to do?”
    “I’d like you to do me,” she whispered in her ear.
    Mercy reached down between them and stroked his member.  Marc was instantly hard.
    “And you said you were a good girl.”  Marc nibbled her ear.
    “I’m around a bad influence.”
    “You don’t seem to mind.”  Mercy pushed him off her and crawled atop of him.
    “Not at all.”  Mercy kissed his chest and moved south.  Down his six pack, his navel, his lower stomach, to his magnificent erection.  Mercy took him into her throat.  Marc threw his head back and closed his eyes.  Deeper she took him and he moaned and rocked back and forth into her mouth.  God, she was stunning.  Marc savored in her treatment.  She brought him higher and higher.  Marc felt himself reach euphoria and he gripped her long soft hair.  Mercy took all he had and purred.
    “Fuck, yes,” Marc expelled with absolute relief. 
    “Mmmmm,” Mercy said in a mere whisper