Perception (17 page)

Xander
peered into Mercedes’s eyes after he kissed her, willing her to feel what he
was feeling. To know what he wanted from her.

That’s
when he saw it.

But
before he could swallow the lump that had formed in his throat from her
nonverbal acceptance, she had him dangerously close to going to his knees with
what she said next.

“I’m
ready, Sir. I’m at your complete mercy, Master.”

Xander’s
heart thumped painfully hard against his ribs as he continued to stare into her
eyes, wanting nothing more than to believe what she was telling him.

She’d
called him Master.

“Thank
you, pet,” he whispered back, releasing her hair. He was surprised his voice
worked at all.

Mercedes
continued to hold her head up briefly before she breathed in deep, her back
rising and falling from the effort. And then she rested her forehead again, and
he knew it was time to begin.

No
holds barred.

Admittedly,
he’d been holding back.

Now
wasn’t the time to hold back on her. She deserved his full attention.

Xander
removed his suit jacket, laying it over the chair in the corner. He then went
to work on his shirt, removing the diamond cuff links and tucking them into his
pocket before rolling up his sleeves.

After
dimming the lights, he reached for the toy bag that he’d had Carson bring in a
while ago and retrieved the items he’d brought especially for tonight.
Especially for Mercedes.

Ensuring
he was just out of her visual range, Xander opened the packages, not attempting
to be quiet about it either. He wanted her to be curious, but he wasn’t willing
to divulge his secrets just yet.

It wasn’t
just about the spanking he was going to deliver tonight. In fact, he’d be using
his hand for that, just because he enjoyed the feel of her ass beneath his palm.
The other toys… well, those were solely for her pleasure.

Once he
had the plastic removed from the first toy, he snatched up the lube and then he
crossed the room, taking his place once again behind her. Unable to resist the
temptation to touch her, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the center of
her back, trailing his tongue along her spine, stopping at the crease of her
ass.

Her soft
inhale reassured him. She was with him, just like she’d said she was.

Setting
the pump-action bottle of lube on the floor beside him, Xander made sure she’d
be able to see it. But he kept the other item discreetly hidden in his hand.

He placed
open mouth kisses over her ass, along her right cheek, then the left, teasing
the cleft between them with the tip of his finger as he went along until he was
separating her cheeks completely, sliding his tongue slowly downward, over her
asshole and ending at the slick entrance to her pussy. Delving deep into her
cunt, he teased her relentlessly until she was bucking against his mouth.

“Fuck,”
he growled from behind her. “You taste so good.”

That
elicited a moan from her and Xander felt his body morphing rapidly into his
role. She’d shaken him up both with her refusal to call him Master and then
when she seemingly submitted – all in. And now, he wanted nothing more than to
hear her scream his name.

Squatting
down on his haunches, he retrieved the lube and pumped a generous amount over
her asshole, then rubbing the small end of the toy through the slickness until
it was thoroughly coated. She was squirming beautifully.

Fuck.

He had to
wonder just what the fuck he’d been thinking. If she thought she was being
disciplined then she had absolutely no idea the physical pain he was in. His
cock was like a steel rod. He could hardly think for wanting to slam into her,
to sink into her depths while her pussy clamped around him.

Focus.

“Do you
know what I’m going to do to you, pet?” he asked as he continued to tease her
puckered hole with the blunt end of the toy.

“No,
Master.”

“Do you
want to know?” he questioned.

“If that
is what you want, Master.”

Perfect
answer.

“You’ve
got such a pretty ass, pet,” he told her as he squeezed her right cheek with
his hand, using his left to continue teasing her. “I look forward to taking you
here later,” he added pressing the toy more firmly against her asshole.

Mercedes
groaned, her hips pushing back slightly against his hands. She liked that idea.
And didn’t that just make his dick all the more excited.

“You’d
like that wouldn’t you? To feel my cock slide in your ass? To feel me deep.”

“Yes,”
she breathed out roughly, “Sir.”

“Has
anyone taken you here before?” he asked, almost as an afterthought, his hand
stilling. It was something in the way she’d said “yes, Sir” that had tripped
him up.

“No,
Sir.”

Fucking
hell.

Xander
stared down at the toy in his hand. She’d never… Shit. That was the last answer
he would’ve expected from her and yet he had no clue as to why. Just because
she enjoyed playing at the club didn’t necessarily mean… Shit. He couldn’t even
gather his thoughts.

“Please,
Master,” Mercedes whispered and he knew she was encouraging him. She would’ve
picked up on his pause.

“Thank
you, pet,” he told her, letting her know how much this meant to him.

Xander
retrieved a latex glove and slipped it on his hand. Once he was ready, he slid
one finger into her, the tight ring of muscle gripping him. “Relax, pet. I’m
going to fuck you with my fingers first. Then I’m going to put in a plug.
There’s no way you can handle me like this.”

“Yes,
Sir,” she moaned, her hips thrusting back hard as she tried to force his finger
deeper. She was limited by the restraints and tempting him more than he had
anticipated.

Pushing
back to his feet, Xander thrust one finger into her ass, working her slowly
before inserting two. He took his time, building her up, driving her crazy
before he began scissoring his finger and finally pulling out. Without giving
her time to think about it, he began slowly pushing the small blue plug into
her ass, letting her acclimate to the size until it was fully seated inside of
her.

“I love
the way that looks,” he told her as he ripped the plastic glove off of his hand
and tossed it into a nearby waste receptacle before gliding his hands over her
smooth, warm skin. “Are you ready for me to continue?”

“Yes,
Master,” she moaned, her head still down, her hands fisted. He could see her
thighs straining as she knelt on the bench.

When she
began to relax, he retrieved the other toy he’d purchased for this particular
occasion and took his position behind her once more.

Glancing
up, he noticed they had developed a rather large audience, several people he
recognized were watching, including Luke and Sierra, Logan and Samantha. And
even Trent Ramsey had stopped by for the show. They had an unobstructed view of
the plug in her ass as well as the slick juices coating her pussy.

“You’ve
drawn quite a crowd, pet. I think they’re enjoying seeing your ass and pussy
displayed for them. But I bet they’re waiting for me to make your pretty ass
blush. What do you think?”

“Yes,
Sir,” she groaned, this time there was more tension than pleasure in her tone.

“Good.
Then it’s time to get down to business.”

~~*~~*~~

Mercedes
tried to relax. She tried to focus on her breathing now that the discomfort in
her ass had subsided. She knew Xander had a thing for anal sex, she’d seen him
in action at the club, but for some reason, she hadn’t expected him to move in
that direction quite so fast.

She’d
been wrong.

The plug
felt as though it were massive, but she imagined it was one of the small ones,
possibly medium. Not that it really mattered because it was still not the most
pleasant feeling. Considering she wasn’t used to anything more than a narrow
vibrator that she would use on herself from time to time, this felt like someone
had driven their fist inside of her ass.

She heard
the sound of plastic again, and her mind went into overdrive, trying to figure
out just what he was going to do now. She already had a plug in her ass and
clamps on her nipples. Surely he wasn’t going to use anything else.

Leaving
her in suspense, Xander once again placed his hands on her ass, kneading the
muscles gently. He was standing between her spread knees and she could feel the
soft material of his slacks against the inside of her calves. She tried to
focus on how warm his hands were, how silky that material felt against her
legs, but the tension was already beginning to build while she waited for him
to do something.

Anything.

Shit.

She
really didn’t care.

She was
right at the breaking point, having to bite her tongue to keep from crying out
for him to put her out of her misery when his hand came down on her ass. She
did cry out, but there were no words as the pain ricocheted through her.

“Do you
like being spanked?” Xander asked her, his tone deeper than she expected. It
took everything in her power to answer him.

“No,
Sir,” she said truthfully.

“Then why
do you insist on disobeying?”

God,
could she really answer that. “I don’t know.”

His hand
came down on her other cheek, and as she jerked in response, she thought she
felt the bench move beneath her.

“Not good
enough,” he told her. “Now answer my question. Honestly.”

“Because
I want to, Sir,” she told him, bracing for the impact.

Instead,
his hand caressed what she could imagine was a bright red imprint on her sore
butt.

There was
only silence which was off-putting in itself until she heard a small noise. It
sounded like a vibration. And that’s when she felt it, her insides beginning to
tingle from…

The plug
in her ass was vibrating, and her clit began to pulse strangely from the
sensation. She wanted to clamp her legs together to add a little pressure,
hoping to intensify the stimulation that wasn’t enough to send her over the
edge, but her restraints kept her from doing so.

“Very
nice,” he said with such approval, Mercedes closed her eyes. “Now tell me how
many swats you think you’ve earned tonight, pet.”

How
many?

Crap.

She was
going to have to think about that one for a minute. That was a question she was
used to asking of her own subs. A too low number would have Xander tacking on
more, a too high number would have her asking for something she didn’t
necessarily want.

“You
think on that for a minute,” he told her as she heard him shuffle behind her.
“Let me know when you have a number.”

Mercedes
wondered what the hell he was going to do and why he insisted on making her
crazy. That’s when warm, moist air blew across her clit, and she knew what he
was about to do.

His
tongue slid against her, and she cried out. “Oh, God, yes.”

It felt
too good. Between the vibrations in her ass that had subsided to a more
tolerable level, the only thing she could focus on was his tongue on her clit.
More than anything, she wanted him to fuck her. She’d been riding a fine edge
all day, ever since earlier in the afternoon when he’d made her come with his
mouth.

Holy
shit.
Had that really been today?

She felt
as though he’d been tormenting her for days, not just mere hours. Heaven help
her if he did decide to hold out because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to
survive not feeling him inside of her soon.

He
doubled his efforts with his tongue and then the vibration in her ass
intensified, making her shriek from the pleasure that coursed through her.

“Did you
come up with a number?” he asked, his voice moving with him.

He
must’ve stood back up because his tongue was no longer teasing her, but he had
replaced it with… Oh, shit. She could tell it wasn’t his finger. It was too
big. Way too big.

Remembering
he’d just asked a question, Mercedes managed to respond. “Yes, Sir. I’ve come
up with a number.” Never mind the fact that that was a lie. But it would buy
her a few seconds at least.

The
vibrations in her ass increased, making her legs tremble as he pushed something
deep inside of her pussy. Now she was full. So freaking full, and it was… Oh,
God. It was amazing. If only he would add some friction, pull out and thrust
the toy inside of her again because she was suddenly on the verge of begging to
come.

“How
many, pet?”

“Seven,”
she said, not really thinking about the number, just shouting out the first
thing that came to mind.

His gruff
chuckle had the fine hairs on her arms standing up. Oh, God. Not enough,
obviously.

“Did you
pick seven because it’s your lucky number? Or because you really believe you
only deserve seven?”

Leave it
to Xander to want to clarify everything.

Damn Dom.

He knew
her all too well. “It’s my lucky number, Sir.”

The
vibrator seemed to settle deeper inside of her, but he didn’t pull it out, much
to her dismay.

“Do you
need to be fucked?” he asked her, surprising her with the change of subject.

“Yes,
Sir.” That was an easy question to answer.

“How
badly?”

“Very
badly, Sir.”

God, she
sounded like such a… submissive. But right at that moment, it seemed right. She
wasn’t questioning her reaction to him. The fact that she was letting him tease
her beyond mercy or knowing that there were probably a group of people getting
off on her public humiliation.

The
humiliation she was actually enjoying tremendously.

The fact
that Xander seemed only focused on her was enough to allow her to give in to
him.