Nicole Edwards - Perception

Or was this some sort of a test to see how much she could take? Or how far Xander could be pushed?

Based on the expression on Mercedes’s beautiful face, she had to assume the latter. Mercedes seemed very much interested in Xander, not her. Not to mention, she knew for a fact that Mercedes wasn’t into women.

“Very nice,” Mercedes said, letting her soft, delicate thumb graze over Clarissa’s lower lip once more before she released her.

When Mercedes looked up at Xander, Clarissa saw the way their eyes met. It was a challenge, and she seemed to be in the middle of it. Not that she was complaining because well… shit. She wasn’t sure why it didn’t bother her.

Rather than dwell on it, she kept that in mind as she listened for Mercedes’s next instruction.

“Now, I want Xander naked,” Mercedes instructed more firmly and this time Clarissa responded with a confident, “Yes, Ma’am,” before proceeding to undress Xander.

She was having difficulty removing his leather pants, but it wasn’t because they were tight, or even all that difficult to remove. Clarissa was just too busy admiring his gorgeous physique. Where Shane was lean and sleekly muscled, Xander was thick and bulky. She knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be able to circle Xander’s bicep with both hands. He was that freaking big.

And his legs were larger than her own waist, although they weren’t bodybuilder bulky like she would’ve expected. Instead, they were stout like tree trucks and incredibly nice to look at.

Trying to keep her excitement reined in, Clarissa slowly lowered his leathers, carefully freeing his cock as she went. Once again, she was transfixed by the sight of him. His cock was long and thick and slightly curved to the left. In one word, he was… gorgeous.

The urge to lick her lips was too great to pass up, so she did, not bothering to look up at Xander, nor did she look behind her to see where Shane was. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze searing every inch of her skin. She just wished he’d move around for a better view. For some reason, she needed to see him, to feel that connection with him.

This was a learning experience for her as well, and she was finding that she much preferred Shane’s dominance than anyone else’s. Shane made her feel safe. In ways that other Doms didn’t. Sometimes she feared she would never respond to another Dom the same way again.

Although what had happened between her and Mercedes had certainly sent a bolt of heat through her. Unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

Focus, she reminded herself. She couldn’t afford to get distracted.

With Shane there with her, she was willing to continue because she was incredibly turned on, and she knew before it was over, she’d be right where she wanted to be. Safely in Shane’s arms.

When Clarissa glanced down, she realized that Xander had on boots. With laces. Which meant…

Aww, crap.

This time she did look up at him, her face hot with embarrassment because she knew what she was going to have to do to get him naked. As it was, she’d ignored the fact that they were in a glass enclosed room and if she were to look out at the club, she knew they would’ve already drawn an audience. Xander alone would draw a crowd and to see him naked was a sight any red-blooded woman wouldn’t want to miss.

Lowering herself to her knees, Clarissa slid her fingernails down the front of Xander’s thighs, not touching his erect cock as she did. Once she was on the floor, she realized she was eye level with his heavy balls, and she instinctively observed them briefly before remembering what she was doing.

Quickly untying the laces and helping Xander to remove his boots, Clarissa prayed no one else could see how she was blushing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Clarissa jumped when she felt something cool against the back of her thigh, and she fought the urge to turn around and see what it was. She could see Mercedes’s boots in her peripheral vision, and she figured it was that leather crop she’d been wielding earlier. As it was, her dress had been pushed up high on her thighs so she could lean over to work on Xander’s boots, but whatever Mercedes was doing behind her was raising the silk even higher.

“No panties,” Mercedes said approvingly. “Very nice.”

Another rush of heat infused Clarissa’s face. Damn Shane. He’d insisted that tonight she leave her panties at home. He told her she wouldn’t be needing them. Shane had decided a while back that he much preferred her to go without panties when they went to the club – it’d been an official rule he’d implemented back when they started playing together. That meant that anyone standing outside the room would be able to see her bare butt and probably a whole lot more.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she managed to get Xander completely naked a few minutes later. Returning to her feet, she didn’t move away, but she wasn’t able to look him in the eye either. Which meant she had to close her eyes, or she was going to get an eyeful of glorious, sexy male.

And right now, she was so wet, she wasn’t sure just how much more of him she could handle.

“Go stand by Shane,” Mercedes instructed and Clarissa met her gaze to ensure she was speaking to her.

“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa said breathlessly. She managed to make her way across the room without running, although the urge to escape was intense. So much so, she was shaking when she reached Shane.

He grinned down at her, his eyes gleaming with that heat she was so familiar with. She wished he would touch her. He did, but not in the way she had hoped. Instead, Shane turned her so that her back was flush against his stomach, the evidence of his arousal pressing into her lower back, and she was facing Xander and Mercedes once more.

But before she viewed the scene directly in front of her, Clarissa made the mistake of glancing out through the glass. And right there, standing front and center was none other than Trent Ramsey.

He was looking at her, his shockingly handsome face and his intoxicatingly pretty eyes focused on her. Her. Of all people. But for some reason, his stardom wasn’t even a fleeting thought. No, it wasn’t who he was, but rather how he was looking at her that had Clarissa feeling a little lightheaded.

That was spine-tingling heat she saw reflected back at her. And it did something crazy to her insides, making her body heat another twenty degrees. No man had ever looked at her like that.

Ever.

Now, if she could just get her knees to lock, she wouldn’t risk turning into a puddle of lust induced hormones right there on the tiled floor.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Mercedes asked, directing her question at Clarissa as she slid the riding crop over Xander’s pecs, pausing briefly to flick his left nipple ring once before trailing lower.

“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa replied from her spot near Shane.

Good girl.

Mercedes had no doubt that Clarissa was a true submissive. The woman was born to submit, but she also seemed very aware of that. And the way she blushed so prettily was an added bonus. She easily understood why Shane enjoyed playing with her. She was extremely responsive.

Mercedes nodded toward the only solid wall in the room, the one directly behind Xander as she said, “Move back until you touch the wall.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Xander responded easily, his cock bobbing freely in front of him.

He was hard as steel; his cock darkened from the blood pumping through it, but he was doing well to ignore it. Just as she would expect him to do. He was fairly good at playing the part of a submissive. Then again, just like her, he knew exactly what was expected.

As she admired his physical beauty, she allowed herself to remember the day she’d met him all those years ago.

He hadn’t been quite as built as he was now, but he’d been just as beautiful, and intensely confident, yet lacking that annoying arrogance that she would’ve expected.

Just like then, his tanned skin stretched taut over bulging muscles. His nipples had been pierced even then, but he’d had rings in them. Granted, she hadn’t known that when she first met him. Back then, the only opportunity she would’ve ever had to see Xander in any state of undress was at the club because any other time they were together, he was immaculately dressed.

It had been a couple of months after they met when she’d first had the pleasure of checking out his distinct attributes. Back when she had taken Tim Johnson, Clarissa’s boss at the time, to Kink as an introduction for them both.

Mercedes studied the titanium bars in Xander’s nipples, strangely glad he’d kept them all this time. She remembered asking him years ago why he’d had them done. His explanation had been simply because he wanted to.

Mercedes trailed the crop over his chest and then slid down the narrow line that bisected his well-defined abs before outlining the “V” that protruded and angled right to his proud cock. Just beneath that rigid stalk of flesh, his balls hung loosely, a heavy sac that she would enjoy teasing very shortly.

Once he was against the wall, Mercedes set the riding crop down on a stand in the corner and then proceeded to connect Xander to the loose chains that had been installed in the walls. It was an intricate system that Xander had bragged about. It came in handy for what she had in mind, especially when this man was a solid seven inches taller than she was in her heels.

After hooking one of the chains to his left wrist cuff, – which happened to be designed for this type of activity – she moved in front of him, letting her fingernail graze the full length of his cock until he hissed out a breath. She met his eyes and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but she hadn’t expected him to. Aside from that little expulsion of air, no one would’ve been able to detect a reaction from him.

Very nice.

After she got his right wrist attached to the chain in the wall, she moved over to the control box that was hidden in a narrow panel that ran from floor to ceiling. It required a frequently changed master code to access, and she’d had to jump through hoops just to be allowed access for one night. And she’d only gotten it then because she knew Luke, thanks to the sale of the warehouse.

Once she had the panel open, she pushed a button, watching as the chains retreated into the wall, lifting Xander’s arms up slowly until they were fully extended above his head. By design, they wouldn’t retreat all the way thanks to a safety rigging in the chain which was there to ensure no one would get in a position they couldn’t be freed from.

Due to Xander’s height, there was no other way for Mercedes to get him secured appropriately unless she had a step stool, so this had been a no brainer when she’d been considering her options for tonight.

Moving back to Xander, Mercedes reached up and massaged his left bicep slowly, enjoying the feel of his smooth, warm skin against her palms. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Any pain? Numbness?”

“No, Mistress.”

As with any of her subs, Xander’s safety was her main priority, and although there was pain associated with the scenes that she performed, it was never due to the equipment that she used. At least that was the goal. Being that his arms were extended above his head, she knew his hands would eventually start to tingle, but by then, she’d be close to finished with him.

If she were lucky.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she made note of the time. Without a doubt, she had to pay attention to how long she had him chained up in order to avoid any issues. And given that she was finding herself more and more distracted by him being shackled and at her mercy, Mercedes knew that she had to get her mind fully into the scene from this point onward.

“Spread your legs,” she told Xander as she moved over and massaged his right bicep out of habit.

“Any pain on this side?” she asked as he widened his stance, keeping his back ramrod straight.

“No, Mistress,” he growled, clearly losing his patience.

That only made her want to slow down even more.

“Good.”

Placing her right foot next to Xander’s, she pushed gently, letting him know that she wanted his legs spread even more. He obliged.

Making sure she touched him constantly, just to keep his senses heightened, Mercedes continued getting things set up. It wasn’t until she had him shackled to the chains near his ankles that she was satisfied.