Nicole Edwards - Perception

Xander spread his legs and guided her onto her knees on the floor between them. She kept her eyes locked with his, waiting for his next command.

“Unfasten my pants,” he told her.

Mercedes did.

“Put your hands on my cock.”

She did that too.

All the while, she continued to stare into his eyes. Xander might’ve been fighting the emotion that was tearing him up inside, but she could feel it radiating from him. He might’ve been commanding her, but there was a plea in his eyes. He needed this.

He needed her.

Mercedes continued to stroke him slowly, watching him as she did. Xander shifted, forcing his slacks down farther, freeing his cock completely.

“I want to feel your mouth on me,” he said huskily.

Mercedes didn’t say a word, doing as he wanted. And she didn’t do it because he ordered her to. She did it because she wanted to. She wanted to relieve him of his pain, whatever was eating away at him, she wanted to soothe him. And if this were what he needed from her, she’d gladly offer it.

It was a true testament to everything she’d been feeling for him lately.

Being a submissive – his submissive – wasn’t at all what she’d thought it would be. Giving up control to someone was not that easy, but when it came to Xander, Mercedes found that she was willing to do damn near anything to please him. Even if she still held back at times. Even if she still had a burning urge to dominate him, to prove to them both that she wasn’t the type of woman to be walked on.

Although, Xander had proven in recent days that submissive didn’t mean she was being reduced to less of a person. The opposite actually. She felt empowered when she was with Xander, especially when he was looking at her the way he was now.

Lowering her head, she swiped at the head of his cock gently, just a breath of air and the very tip of her tongue. Xander’s thighs tightened, and Mercedes continued.

To her surprise, Xander didn’t put his hands in her hair. He didn’t try to guide her mouth to his cock, nor did he try to thrust up into her mouth. No, he let her lead, allowed her to take control although they both knew he was still dominating every single second they were together.

Xander’s hands fisted at his sides, proving that he was holding back. It only made her want to push him harder. Using every skill she possessed, Mercedes did her best to drive him crazy. Adding her hands to the mix, she tugged at his slacks, forcing them down to his knees, cupping his balls, kneading them gently while she continued to lick and suck, never moving too quickly. She wanted him to let go, to finally let go.

But he didn’t.

Just when she thought he was going to lose it, Xander moved, pulling her up from the floor until she was straddling his legs. He crushed his mouth to hers, sliding his fingers into her hair and holding her close. His other hand moved around to her back, gliding beneath her shirt and caressing her skin gently.

“Let me feel you,” she told him when their mouths separated. “Let me feel you inside me.”

Since she had on a skirt, it wasn’t difficult to adjust herself so that she could take him. The only thing in their way was her panties but to her surprise, Xander made quick work of that by ripping them off of her.

That made two pair. And yes, it was just as hot the second time to have him desperate enough to rip her clothes off.

Pleasure ignited in her core. A burning lust that had only been smoldering for the last few hours, never completely burning itself out. And now, it flared into a blaze of heat so powerful, she wasn’t sure she’d survive it.

When Xander guided himself inside of her, Mercedes let him. She let him control everything from that point because the only thing she could focus on was how good he felt as he thrust inside her over and over.

He pulled her mouth back to his, kissing her until she could hardly breathe, hardly think for wanting him.

“Mercedes,” he growled her name as he pulled his lips from hers. But he didn’t move away, he just held her to him as she continued to lift and lower herself onto him while he met her thrust for thrust.

~*~*~*~

Xander was losing control. He was a wreck, and he had a feeling that Mercedes knew it. At the moment, the only thing that was keeping him together was her arms around him. He was so lost in her, he feared he was going to say something that would send her running from him, but he couldn’t seem to focus.

The way her body clasped him, pulling him deeper, holding him tighter, Xander didn’t ever want it to end.

Never.

He wanted to feel her surrounding him just like this for the rest of his goddamn life.

Never had he lost control like this. He didn’t even know he was capable of it.

It was the emotional overload, he knew that much. Between what he was feeling for her and what he’d learned at lunch, he wasn’t doing a good job of keeping the emotion on lockdown.

“Look at me.”

Mercedes’s voice called to him, and he lifted his head, meeting her gaze. God, he loved this woman. He’d cared about her for a long time, he’d even loved her. But not like this. Not with all that he was and all that he ever would be.

It didn’t have a damn thing to do with the sex, although he wasn’t quite sure two people had ever been more perfect for one another. In all of his life, after all of the women he’d been with, never had he felt this. This blazing inferno that scorched him to his very soul. Mercedes was all that he wanted, all that he needed and the world could probably come crashing down around them, and he just wouldn’t care.

“Aww, fuck,” he groaned when she tightened her muscles around him.

Gripping her hips to still her, Xander sucked in a breath, trying his damnedest not to lose complete control.

“Let go, X. Let go for me,” Mercedes encouraged.

Looking into the brilliant gray depths of her eyes, Xander realized she wasn’t trying to top him. She just wanted him to let go. To give in to her.

Shifting, he lifted her slightly and angled himself so that he could thrust up into her, driving his cock deeper, harder. He was in control, but so was she even if she didn’t realize it.

“M,” he growled.

“Come for me,” she said, her hands coming to rest on his face, holding him so that he had no choice but to look at her. “Come with me.”

“Fuck!” he growled, his release pulled from him by her and the sweet words that shredded him from the inside out.

He continued to drive up inside of her until she was groaning, her hands tightening on his face, but she kept her eyes on him.

“Come for me, baby,” he said softly. “Let me feel all of you.”

With that, Mercedes came, her eyes never closing and what he saw reflecting back at him gave him hope.

Day Five…

Monday

Tossing and turning as the dream pulled her deeper, no matter how hard she tried, Mercedes couldn’t force herself awake so she let it consume her.

The clock on the wall read just after five when Mercedes stepped into her condo. Having just finished with a rather intense meeting with a pain in the ass client, she was ready for a little downtime.

More than ready.

Glancing around, she noticed that everything seemed the same as when she’d left early that morning. Her housekeeper had come by, but that was the only evidence that anyone else had been there.

But there was someone else who was supposed to be waiting for her. Because she’d instructed him to before she’d left that morning.

Xander would be there. She knew it.

Because that’s what he would do. He would follow the rules to the letter, do exactly as she instructed. Without question. Without argument.

It wasn’t real. He wasn’t a sub. But she was sure he’d play the part because that was what they’d agreed to.

Of all the subs she’d taken in the years she’d been a Domme, Xander would be by far the most obedient, even if he’d only been acting as her sub for just a few short hours.

For whatever reason, his unerring ability to please her was starting to drive her a little crazy. First it had been a phone call, his easy ability to call her Mistress. And the emails from him, letting her know what he was doing and where he was going.

He was the perfect pet. Compliant, obedient, always agreeing. She knew she should be counting her blessings, but found even that difficult because this wasn’t Xander. The man whose body had become that of a subservient submissive lacked something.

Emotion.

Then again, she was pretty sure Xander did that on purpose, although she would never accuse him of topping from the bottom. He knew what she wanted, what she expected. And vice versa. They’d been friends long enough that they understood each other that well.

During their brief few days together, Xander had allowed her to explore a part of herself that she hadn’t known still existed. He had driven her to want things she swore she didn’t want. But it was him. Only him who made her want these things.

But today was supposed to be the day that everything would change.

For both of them.

Quickly ridding herself of the killer heels she’d been wearing for the last few hours, Mercedes snatched them up in her hands before carrying them into her bedroom. When she stepped into the master bedroom, her beautiful sub was kneeling on the floor facing the door, his glorious body on display for her. She shut the door with a gentle click to alert him of her presence and then let her eyes roam over him.