Nicole Edwards - Perception

Xander knew exactly what was about to happen, and he was finding it hard to continue to play along.

With Clarissa standing less than a few inches in front of him, he could feel the heat of her body and see the evidence of her arousal in her beaded nipples protruding through the thin silk sheath she wore. He also noticed that, for the last few minutes, she’d started glancing outside into the club.

Who was she looking at?

He had tried to follow her gaze, but there were just enough people to make it futile to try and guess. Xander was having a difficult enough time trying to keep his head in the game, much less trying to find whom Clarissa had just set her sights on.

Clarissa was a beautiful woman, but no matter how hard he tried, the only way he could keep his erection was to think of the things Mercedes had just done to him. The way her soft, smooth hands felt against his skin, the way her eyes met his even briefly, heat and passion lingering there for him to see.

And he didn’t have anything against Clarissa. In fact, had it been five days ago, he wouldn’t have balked at the idea of a scene such as this one. Well, almost like this one – never would he willingly sign up to be a submissive.

But that wasn’t the point.

He just knew that he couldn’t go through with this.

He didn’t want to play with anyone else. He didn’t want to be with anyone else.

It was just a damn good thing he was restrained because he knew without a doubt that he would defy Mercedes if she insisted that he touch Clarissa. He just didn’t have it in him.

He tried to keep himself distanced, tried to figure out what Mercedes was up to but he had a hard time getting into it.

How far was she willing to go before she figured out she’d pushed too far? How far was Clarissa going to go before she realized what Mercedes was up to?

Because, without a doubt, Xander knew that Mercedes was trying to prove something through Clarissa.

And it wasn’t fucking working.

“Lift your dress to your hips,” Mercedes commanded Clarissa as the two women stood before him.

Holy fuck.

Ok, he was definitely on the right track. Mercedes was in rare form tonight. Maybe because she’d had to repress her dominant side for the last few days, or maybe because she was trying to prove something. Hell, he had no idea.

The brief moment of hesitation was Clarissa’s next mistake, and Xander noticed the moment Mercedes decided on her punishment. “Wait. Scratch that. Take the dress off.”

Clarissa’s eyes widened, and her gaze locked with Mercedes’s as her breathing became labored.

“Remember your safe word, Rissa. Unless you intend to use it, I expect you to do as I say.”

“Yes, m-Ma’am,” Clarissa stuttered as she slowly lifted the hem of her short dress up, the emerald silk sliding slowly up over her hips, exposing her bare pussy to Xander’s gaze and her ass to the group of people who’d gathered outside of the glass enclosed room.

Movement out of the corner of his eye had Xander briefly looking over to see that Shane was moving. He wasn’t moving closer to Clarissa, rather he was staying along the perimeter of the glass wall but he was obviously getting into a better position.

It was while he had been watching Shane that he noticed exactly who Clarissa had been looking at.

Trent Ramsey.

Shit.

Xander knew for a fact that she didn’t know him. Based on her earlier reaction, the two hadn’t even been introduced briefly. You wouldn’t know it by the heated look on Trent’s face. He was watching Clarissa intently. Almost as though he had staked his claim on her in the last few minutes.

As Clarissa’s body came into full view, Xander volleyed between watching her and watching Trent. The man was riveted, but he looked pretty damn pissed all the same. It was a fucking strange reaction from a man who had never met this woman.

Glancing back at Clarissa, Xander watched as her flat belly and the pebbled tips of her dusky pink nipples came into view.

Clarissa wasn’t a short woman, but she wasn’t tall either. A little less than average probably. Her slender body was outlined with subtle curves that… Trent Ramsey was all but consuming with his eyes.

“Beautiful,” Mercedes said approvingly, drawing Xander’s attention back to the two women.

Clarissa’s nipples hardened even more, the pink tips darkening with arousal, her stomach muscles clenching and her gaze was now transfixed on Trent again.

Fuck.

This scene was sinking like a ship and fast. When he met Mercedes’s gaze, he noticed that even she had realized it.

She was pushing, trying to hold onto the control, but there were too many factors that she wasn’t taking into consideration.

“Stand directly in front of X and then lower yourself to your knees,” Mercedes instructed in detail.

Xander watched intently as Clarissa took a tentative step closer and then lowered her naked self to her knees in front of him. He noticed that she was careful to keep her legs tightly locked together, but her gaze never travelled outside of the room.

The woman had no idea that she’d just invited Mercedes’s own personal brand of torture. The kind he thoroughly enjoyed watching when Mercedes was doing a scene at Kink, but tonight he didn’t much care for.

“Spread your legs wide.”

Clarissa sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, but she spread her knees. Xander wouldn’t consider that wide, but he had to give her props for trying.

From where he stood, even if her legs were spread completely apart, he wouldn’t be able to see the glistening folds of her pussy. He also knew that due to the way she was angled, the audience that had now gathered outside the glass window wouldn’t be able to see clearly either. That included Trent. Maybe a couple of people along the side walls, but the majority would be denied that pleasure. Undoubtedly he knew that was Mercedes’s intention, but he figured Clarissa hadn’t realized it yet.

“Are you wet, Rissa?”

“Yes, Mis- Mistress M,” Clarissa said, her entire body trembling slightly.

“Show us,” Mercedes said and Xander glanced over at her.

She was standing with her feet apart, those fuck me boots making her sexy legs look hotter than fucking hell. Her corset was cinched tight enough that her breasts spilled over the top, but her sweet nipples were still hidden from view.

He fully intended to clamp her nipples as punishment for putting him through this. He remembered how much she’d enjoyed both the pleasure and the pain the last time he’d done it.

His dick throbbed at the memory.

Fuck, could they just get on with this?

He wanted out of these fucking restraints. Out of this fucking room. He’d much prefer somewhere that they could be alone, and he could get Mercedes naked and beneath him.

Going forward, he was not going to take his eyes off of her. He couldn’t. And if he couldn’t admire her naked, he’d soothe himself with an eyeful of her glorious ass encased in that sinfully short leather mini-skirt. If she bent just right, he’d get a nice glimpse of her smooth cunt because he knew she wasn’t wearing panties either.

“Show us, Clarissa.” Mercedes’s tone sharpened as she took a step closer to Clarissa, who was kneeling on the floor at Xander’s feet.

Xander forced his eyes to Clarissa, wondering if this was the moment she would safe word out. For the first time in his life, he wished like hell a sub would use their safe word.

Please use your fucking safe word.

But no, that’s not what happened because life was just that cruel sometimes. Rather than calling out whatever goddamn flower she had used as her safe word, Clarissa dipped her hand down between her legs and pulled back two fingers glistening with her juices.

“Lick your fingers clean.”

Xander glanced out into the club, watching Trent. The man was watching Clarissa, his tongue damn near hanging out of his mouth.

Fuck, maybe Trent would interrupt the scene. The man seemed to have a hard on for Clarissa. If they were all lucky, maybe the arrogant actor would waltz right in and claim the damsel in distress as his own, just like they did in the movies. If he didn’t, Xander wasn’t sure he was going to survive this scene.

In all honesty, it wasn’t going anything like he expected. Well, aside from him being tied up and naked. That was something he would expect from Mercedes. But she wasn’t focused on him. Somewhere along the way, she’d made this about Clarissa.

Was she scared?

Knowing she would never admit to it, Xander forced the question away, looking back down at Clarissa kneeling in front of him. She was using her tongue to clean her fingers had Xander looked up at Shane, noticing the man was on the verge of swallowing his own tongue.

Oh, fuck. That wasn’t going to end well. Trent, Clarissa and Shane.

Right.

“Very nice.” Mercedes’s voice echoed in the small room. “Now I want to watch you suck X’s big, beautiful cock,” Mercedes told Clarissa.

Fuck no. No, no, no. This was not going to happen.

Mercedes turned away and retrieved something from the counter behind her. When she came back, she handed a foil packet to Clarissa.

“Put this on him,” she instructed. “I think you’ll like this one. It tastes like grapes.”

At least Mercedes had the good sense to remember protection.

Oh, fuck. Please let her use her safe word.

Clarissa reached for the condom, but her hands were no longer trembling, they were shaking like a leaf in hurricane force winds. As soon as she plucked the condom from Mercedes’s long, slender fingers, Clarissa dropped it on the floor.