Nicole Edwards - Perception

“Yes, I’m definitely going to enjoy watching you come,” he stated again and Mercedes’s internal muscles clenched.

At this pace, she wasn’t going to have much of a choice.

But then his finger was gone, and the stinging slap of leather against her oversensitive skin returned.

“Remember, you have a safe word, and you may use it if necessary.”

Mercedes didn’t say a word. She already knew that, and she feared that if she did speak she’d give herself away entirely.

Closing her eyes again, she gave herself over to the moment.

The leather kissed her skin over and over, the slaps moving to different places, sometimes staying in the same place for two or three swats. Again, Mercedes didn’t make a sound as the minutes ticked by, but her lungs felt restricted as her body flexed and strained against the erotically sensual onslaught.

She tried to focus, tried to determine where he was going to land the next blow, but she found herself drifting. All thoughts disappeared as her breathing increased, the only thing intruding on her moment of peace was the sound of the leather as it landed and the bite of pain that sent shards of electrical pulses through her. It was…

Oh, God. She couldn’t think anymore.

He was doing it. Xander was sending her toward that mind-numbing place that all subs sought. The place referred to as sub-space. It wasn’t unlike Dom-space as far as she was concerned, but she wasn’t supposed to be there.

With less force, Xander trailed over her upper back, then back to her ass, down her thighs, delivering exactly what she apparently needed because Mercedes found herself floating.

The next time he pressed up against her, the softness of his slacks against her abused skin sent heat coursing through her again. He gripped her right wrist in his big hand high up on the cross while he pressed his lips against her neck and slid his left hand between her thighs, the flogger obviously forgotten.

“Come for me, Mercedes,” he exhaled against her ear as he drove two fingers deep inside of her. “Just for me.”

That was when it happened.

Mercedes shattered into a million pieces – only it wasn’t just her body that was affected. Her mind, or more importantly, everything she thought she knew about herself, unraveled right there in the comfort of Xander’s arms.

Logan would consider himself an astute man. Not a lot got past him. So as he sat in the chair with Sam squirming on his lap, the scene before him had definitely caught his attention.

Granted, Logan’s cock was rock hard, and it had been even before they walked into this private playroom decked out for some serious BDSM activities. The room wasn’t overly large, but it was spacious enough to accommodate a St. Andrew’s cross near one wall, a spanking bench positioned in the center of the room and a man the size of Xander Boone.

As he watched what Xander was doing to the beautiful woman restrained to the cross, he was grateful they’d opted for a private scene tonight. All of the other rooms, especially those that were equipped with things such as crosses, chains and ropes, were monitored by staff for safety; therefore open for anyone to watch.

Apparently being an owner of the club had its perks because the room Xander had procured was off limits. Thank God.

Sitting in a chair with Samantha on his lap, her attention on the couple about ten feet in front of her, Logan found himself riveted to what was going on. Surprisingly, it didn’t have anything to do with the way Xander handled that toy in his hand either.

No, there was something else going on here. Something between Xander and Mercedes that was more erotic than anything he’d seen in quite some time. The last time he’d witnessed something of this magnitude had been between Luke and Cole that long ago night when the three of them had focused on Sam.

Whatever was happening between Xander and Mercedes, it was… intense. Almost as though the two of them hadn’t expected it to happen.

Logan and Sam had been introduced to Mercedes as Xander’s friend and business associate, but after watching this scene, he had to wonder whether they were something more than that. From their interactions downstairs, it was clear they were buddy-buddy because they could easily laugh together and practically finish one another’s sentences.

However, the intensity between the two of them right now was palpable in the small room, and it didn’t matter one bit that Mercedes was strapped to that wooden cross.

So, for the last few minutes, Logan had watched, absorbing the movements, the reactions and enjoying what was happening to a degree. He’d only been distracted by Sam’s sharp gasps that echoed through the room every time that flogger came down on Mercedes’s now reddened skin.

For a minute, he thought he would make it through the evening without coming completely undone. After all, they were there to watch, not participate. And that might’ve been the case, except Sam continued to squirm on his lap and the way her curvy ass ground against his aching cock was sending him closer and closer to the edge.

But then everything stopped.

Well, almost everything.

While Xander pressed up against Mercedes, obviously soothing her with words after an orgasm that had split the atoms in the room, Logan whispered near Sam’s ear, “Do you like watching them?” It was an appropriate, albeit unnecessary, question considering she was still grinding her pussy against his thigh.

“Yes,” she replied softly, her body trembling slightly.

He’d be damned. Xander had been right.

After a lot of thought, Logan had decided to approach Xander Boone a few weeks back. Initially, he had intended to proposition Xander about being a third. That idea had dissipated shortly after he started talking to Xander though.

Then, during a long conversation, Xander had suggested that Logan introduce Sam to something that might catch her interest. This certainly had caught her attention, much as it had his.

Logan had openly discussed with Xander some of the things he and Sam had engaged in previously, the conversation surprisingly comfortable. Not at all awkward like he initially expected. He had gone on to explain how he enjoyed controlling Sam’s pleasure, how beautifully Sam responded during those instances, and how the involvement of a third did something for both of them.

According to Xander, the fact that Sam liked Logan’s dominating side could mean that she’d be interested in more interaction of that nature. As opposed to a threesome. Logan had informed Xander about their history and the attachment Sam seemed to have for the men who had briefly entered their relationship.

If he hadn’t been convinced during that conversation – which he had been – now more than ever, Logan was absolutely positive that Xander would not be the right man for him and Sam to get involved with. Not as far as a threesome was concerned anyway.

Xander was a Dom and, although Logan didn’t put labels on himself, nor did he participate in the standard BDSM practices, he knew that his own dominating nature would clash with Xander’s. Control wasn’t something Logan was willing to relinquish, and he got the impression that Xander knew that.

That’s when Xander had suggested Logan and Sam learn more about BDSM. Hence, the reason they were there.

Logan watched as Xander let his hands freely roam over Mercedes’s lush, curvy body as he took his time, holding her tight and mumbling in her ear. She was gripping the chains attached to the cuffs around her wrist and leaning back against Xander, her eyes closed, her hips continuing to undulate against Xander’s hand still wedged between her thighs.

While he took it all in, Logan slid his hand up Sam’s bare thigh and beneath the short skirt that she wore. When her hand came down to grip his wrist, urging him forward, he edged underneath the elastic of her panties, sliding one finger through her soft folds.

She was wet. So very wet.

Rather than pull away, he continued to tease her clit with slow, featherlight strokes of his finger.

Because they had played in the hall for a few minutes, Logan knew Sam was probably hovering right on the brink of orgasm considering he’d refused to let her come. For her to sit there and watch while Xander punished Mercedes, was rather impressive.

When Logan brought Sam to this room tonight, he’d had no idea what to expect from Xander and Mercedes. Or even from Sam. Hell, he definitely hadn’t expected Xander to whip the dark haired beauty with the skill and precision of a man who had a lot of practice doing so. Or for Mercedes to take it like a woman who enjoyed it.

Sam leaned back against him now, her back to his chest, her head tilted to the side as she watched Xander continue to tease Mercedes gently. Logan pressed his lips to her neck as he kept his eyes on the pair, realizing then that Mercedes had been freakishly quiet the entire time, though Logan knew that shit had to hurt.

Logan’s attention was diverted when Sam tightened her grip on his wrist and pushed his finger inside of her roughly.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” he asked, not keeping his voice quiet. He was well past the point of caring where they were or who was with them. Not that he usually cared, but he always considered Sam first.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice even lower than before, but she didn’t stop watching.

She didn’t seem to be concerned that Xander and Mercedes were in the same room either, so he continued, “I didn’t hear you.” He waited for her to respond, stilling his finger inside of her.

“I need to feel your cock inside me,” she said more urgently, her voice just a fraction above a whisper, but loud enough that he knew Xander and Mercedes had heard her.

“You want to ride my cock, baby?” he questioned, blocking out everyone else in the room as he pulled his hand free of Sam’s grasp.

“God, yes.”

“Remove your panties,” he instructed forcefully, helping her to stand which gave him the opportunity to unhook the button on his slacks and release his cock.

Tonight had been a formal affair, which was why he was fully dressed in a tuxedo, but the jacket was unbuttoned, and he managed to ease his slacks down over his hips without leaving the chair.

Sam stood, swiftly sliding her panties down her legs and handing them to him. He slid them into the pocket of his jacket and then pulled her back down on his lap, still facing away from him. Before she got settled, her soft, cool fingers wrapped around his cock as she guided him inside of her.

He bit back a groan, the slick, smooth walls of her pussy sliding down over him.

“Fuck, baby.” God, she felt so fucking good.

With him clutching her skirt high on her hips, Sam began rocking on his lap as she faced away from him, watching Xander as he continued to pump his fingers into Mercedes, obviously looking to draw out another orgasm. Logan had no idea how these scenes worked from a logistical standpoint, but he was definitely intrigued by Sam’s obvious interest.

As had always been the case, Logan got his pleasure from Sam’s. He had no desire to touch or be touched by anyone else, so as far as he was concerned, if this was something she was interested in, he was all for learning a few new ways to please her.

They must’ve caught Xander’s attention because the man stopped, turning his head slightly to face them as he continued with his quest to drive Mercedes over the edge again.

Xander turned back toward Mercedes, his eyes tracking Sam through the mirror as he spoke to Mercedes. “Open your eyes and watch them.”

Logan watched as Mercedes opened her eyes and glanced in the mirror to where they were behind her.

“Do you like watching them?” Xander asked.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Ahh, that’s nice,” Xander said, his gruff voice lingering in the air. “Watch her, pet. Watch while she lowers herself onto his cock. Just like I want to see you doing to me.”

Logan listened to Xander’s recap as it happened which was oddly arousing. Sam’s sweet heat gripped him as his cock slid deep inside of her.

Xander must’ve realized Mercedes had closed her eyes again because he offered a more vivid description. “She’s riding him, slowly, his cock sinking deep inside of her. But she’s watching us, pet,” Xander told Mercedes.

Logan gripped Sam’s hips tighter as she continued riding his cock, faster this time. She was gripping his thighs, letting herself drop until he was fully inside of her.