Nicole Edwards - Perception

 “I grew up submitting. He broke me. He broke my mother. All of my choices were taken away. He ruled everything.”

By “he”, Xander knew she was referring to her father. The son of a bitch didn’t deserve to be walking.

“You weren’t submitting, Mercedes. You were reacting. It wasn’t submission; it was self-preservation. He was a bastard for what he did to you and your mother. Don’t ever compare the two. It isn’t the same.”

“What’s the difference?” she asked, her lips trembling.

“Love,” he said easily.

Mercedes tried to step back again, looking as though he’d slapped her when he said the single word that he had a feeling scared her the most.

“I love you, Mercedes,” he told her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, not letting her get away from him. “I have always loved you. I loved you before you submitted, and I love you just as much, if not more, now.”

Her eyes widened, but she stopped trying to get away.

He had absolutely no idea what she was thinking, but at least, for the moment, she was right where he wanted her. In his arms.

Mercedes was pretty sure she was hearing things.

Xander loved her? That’s what she thought she heard him say, but it couldn’t be true. Could it?

Before she had the chance to ask him to repeat what he’d said, Xander kissed her.

It was gentle and sweet, and it made her skin tingle from the inside out. His lips whispered over hers, and her heart felt like it tumbled in her chest. It was a kiss, but it was so much more.

“I love you,” he said again. “And I’m not saying that as a Dom to a submissive. I’m saying that as a man to a woman.”

This time, Mercedes heard him loud and clear. Taking a moment to study him, she peered into his eyes, trying to read between the lines.

But that was the problem. There weren’t any lines. This was Xander. He didn’t play games and he damn sure didn’t say things that he didn’t mean.

“You love me?” she asked incredulously, her voice hoarse from her tears.

“More than anything.”

Xander pressed his lips to hers once again, but not quite as gently. She could taste the bourbon on his tongue, but not only that. There was something else. Passion. Love. Acceptance. That’s what she tasted.

He wanted her.

He loved her.

Mercedes wrapped her arms around him and held him close, the tears breaking free as he continued to kiss her.

Never in her life had she felt like this. Like her entire being was made up of air, and she was going to float away if she didn’t hang on. God, if this were what love felt like, then she knew for a fact that she’d never even come close to loving someone in all of her life. Not like this.

Long minutes passed before Xander pulled back. When he did, Mercedes was scared to let him go. She didn’t want to wake up to find herself alone in her bed – to find out that this had all been a dream.

Xander chuckled as he pulled her arms from around him, taking her hands in his and leading her toward her bed.

“I want to make love to you,” he told her, his eyes mysteriously shiny. “Just you and me. No Doms or submissives. Just the two of us tonight. Understand?”

Mercedes nodded, lacing her fingers with his and allowing him to pull her closer as he sat on the edge of the bed.

This time when he pulled her against him, she gave in. She allowed herself to feel everything he was offering her. Allowed herself to love and be loved at the same time. Something she had always been too scared to do.

Her Domme armor crumbled into dust just from his touch. She knew there was no going back. Not at this point. But Mercedes didn’t want to go back. He’d stripped her emotionally and built her back up all within a breath. With just three words that she had longed to hear, longed to feel.

I love you.

Another rush of tears filled her eyes, but she let them fall.

It didn’t take long before they were naked, their bodies in perfect tune with one another as Xander hovered above her on the bed. He was still kissing her, and she was still hanging on for dear life. In fact, Mercedes wasn’t sure she was ever going to let him go.

Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

“Love me, Mercedes,” Xander whispered against her mouth as he slid inside of her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him closer, trying to feel the full length of his body against hers. But Xander was on to her because he shifted positions, lifting her right leg up which changed the angle, and he penetrated her deeper, making her moan.

He stopped kissing her, his eyes locked with hers as he slowly thrust forward, pausing. “You’re my everything, Mercedes,” Xander whispered.

Mercedes couldn’t stop the next wave of tears. But he must’ve realized they weren’t from fear or pain. They were tears of hope and love. Tears she never expected to cry, but for this man, she realized anything was possible.

Mercedes still couldn’t speak, her heart lodged in her throat. The best she could do was breathe and fight to keep her gaze locked with his. She wanted him to see everything she felt, to know exactly what he meant to her. Dom or sub, it didn’t matter. Just like he said.

“Mercedes,” Xander growled softly, his hips moving, his strokes deepening until she felt all of him. “Baby.”

When his eyes closed, Mercedes reached up and cupped his face. “Look at me,” she begged. Although she’d meant it as a command, it came out more as a plea, but Xander opened his eyes. “I love you,” she whispered to him and Xander stilled. Right there, lodged deep inside of her he went stone still.

“Aww, hell,” he growled. “Say it again, Mercedes. Tell me you love me.”

Mercedes thrust her hips upward, trying to drive him deeper. The movement elicited another groan from him, but then he was moving again, never looking away from her face.

“I love you, Xander Boone. I love you so much.”

“I can’t hold back, baby. I need you too much.”

Xander growled, his release clearly taking him by surprise. And her too because as soon as he came, Mercedes saw everything she’d been hoping to see right there in his beautiful eyes.

And that’s when she tipped right over the edge with him.

Six months later, January…

At the grand opening of Alluring Indulgence Resort

 “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Mercedes said, a pretty pout on her lips.

“I always know what I’m doing,” he assured her. Granted this time he wasn’t quite as confident. He’d already attempted this once, and he wasn’t exactly sure what made them think it would work a second time, but here they were.

Acting as Mercedes’s submissive for this one last scene was going to take a certain set of skills he didn’t think he even possessed. It wasn’t all that much different than the night at Devotion, but he remembered clearly how that had turned out. A total fucking disaster.

And to make it worse, the Walker brothers were hanging around which didn’t make him at all eager to take those stairs down to the first floor.

In truth, after the way that night had turned out, he hadn’t expected Mercedes to follow through with the second request, but it had inadvertently come up in conversation just a week ago. At first, he thought she was going to try to talk herself out of it, but Xander had insisted.

It didn’t mean he was at all happy or that he didn’t hate that he would have to pretend to submit once more. But he did know, with absolute certainty that he could not go back on his word. They’d had an agreement. She would submit to him if he submitted to her.

It didn’t seem to matter that she’d submitted to him completely for all these months either. A deal was a deal.

However, he was glad to see that there was a significant difference between this scene and the one they’d done at Devotion when she had successfully restrained him and blown his mind with her dominance, even though she had considered that night a failure.

First, he wasn’t wearing a collar.

Second, he wasn’t weighed down by wrist shackles.

And third, they’d talked and come up with a plan ahead of time so there wouldn’t be any surprises.

He’d appreciated all of those points considering they were at Alluring Indulgence, and the Walkers would be present. Based on what they had predetermined, if things went accordingly, he wasn’t even sure people would realize what they were seeing. He knew what they would expect to see though, so it would probably work out in both of their favors.

It was all about perception.

His.

Hers.

And everyone else’s.

It was true, people only saw what they wanted to see. In this case, it didn’t matter whether they believed the man was always the Dom, or that the Dom wielded all the power. There was a drastic difference between what they wanted to see and what reality was.

“Since you’re so confident, then what are we waiting for?” Mercedes asked him – he knew it was rhetorical – as she turned toward the sweeping staircase that would take them to the main area on the first floor.

It wasn’t like it was a death march, but Xander preferred to pretend not to think about what they were doing or where they were going. Instead, he busied himself with checking out the beautiful woman who was now leading the way. He was supposed to be playing a part, keeping his eyes forward, not ogling her, but the woman was absolutely breathtaking, and he found himself devoid of any and all willpower where she was concerned.