Shit, she was doing well just to breathe.
An overwhelming mix of emotions was stirring inside of her. Defiance, panic, anger, submission. The least of which was the latter, but she was trying.
The hardest part was the fact that she wanted Xander to touch her. She wanted to touch him. Up to that point, she hadn’t had the pleasure of putting her hands on him, unless stroking him through his slacks earlier that morning counted. Since she hadn’t had the pleasure of touching him skin to skin, she didn’t consider it. And just the thought of exploring him inch by inch was driving her crazy.
Once he had her properly restrained, Xander’s hands caressed her bottom again and she fought the urge to groan. God, his touch was exquisite. The way his big hands formed to her body perfectly, it was as though he was built specifically to touch her.
“Lovely.” Xander’s word caressed her skin as smoothly as his hands, causing Mercedes to suck in a breath.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized she could handle whatever pain he dished out, whatever punishment he felt she deserved. But it was his reverent tone, the way he seemingly admired her that was breaking down her resistance.
The worst part about it: Mercedes didn’t associate approval with submission.
Which was a new lesson for her as a Domme. She gave her approval when it was earned, lavished her subs with kind words when they did what she expected them to do, but never once had she put herself in their shoes. To hear it, the tone of Xander’s voice ringing with the honesty of his words, caused her chest to swell with an emotion she wasn’t sure she was ready to feel.
She’d always associated submission with the inability to be in control. Her subs wanted her to take all control from them. Some let her do it easily, others were resistant. But all in all, they needed that from her.
For her, losing that control wasn’t an option. It meant someone else could overpower her, rob her of her strength, shatter her self-confidence.
Even though she could look at submission from a clinical perspective, through the eyes of a Domme, she still resisted the idea of letting someone have so much power over her.
Mercedes stopped thinking when Xander slid her panties down over her hips, leaving them to rest around her thighs. She’d already been exposed, the G-string he’d provided for her to wear had done little to cover her. But this was about making her feel vulnerable and being on display for him. Her panties provided a constant reminder of that fact. She was sure that was his intention.
“Are you wet, pet?” he asked, his fingers slipping down the crack of her ass.
She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t.
“Shit!” Mercedes screamed when Xander’s hand landed firmly on her ass, the heat from the contact blooming instantly.
“Answer me,” Xander boomed, his voice echoing in the small enclosed space, jerking her to attention.
He sounded… angry.
She saw him move into her field of vision, felt his hands as they fisted into her hair as he lifted her head. The next thing she knew she was looking at him. There was no anger in his beautiful green eyes, only dominance.
“Answer me when I speak to you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, keeping her eyes locked with his.
“If you want this to end, you know what you have to say. I’ll let you go, and we’ll move on with our lives. But in the meantime, you will not top from the bottom, do you understand?”
Top from the bottom?
Oh, God. Was that what she was doing?
Crap.
Now that she thought about it, yes, that’s exactly what she was doing. She was holding out on them both in her attempt to keep control. Not only was she denying herself pleasure, she was also denying him his. And that was unacceptable. Even to her.
“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir,” she said in a rush.
“Good.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss so gentle, so sweet, she felt it to her toes.
That’s exactly when she knew…
If she wanted to please him, which she did, she was going to have to do what was necessary.
Mercedes was going to have to submit.
Chapter Eighteen
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 continue
d 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.
Rememberin
g 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.
For a brief second, the vibrations in her ass stopped completely, but she still felt the fullness from what she assumed was another vibrator in her pussy.
Doing her best to focus on her breathing, she wanted to try and gain some semblance of control before he…
“Oh, God!” she groaned as the vibrations started up again, this time in her ass, her pussy and against her clit.
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