Perception (Club Destiny #6)(56)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Thanks to the design, he had the option of strapping her down, her thighs and her forearms. Just the thought of restraining her had his cock lengthening.

He would get to that. In a minute.

“You look incredible in that position,” he told her, his tone low and soothing.

She didn’t move.

He paused, not moving closer.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said.

Clearly an afterthought.

They’d be working on that shortly.

“You’re welcome, pet.”

Stepping up behind her, he placed his hands on her low back, slowly pushing the silk top upward, exposing her creamy skin. “I’m going to remove this now. We’ve gathered quite a bit of an audience, and I’d very much like them to see as much of you as possible.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice a little rougher than before.

She was getting turned on. Exactly what he had hoped for.

Keeping his pace slow, he pushed the nightgown higher until he could easily slip it over her head, her long, silky hair falling over her left shoulder as he did. She didn’t move when the silk pooled in the crook of her arms, and he again praised her for it.

Leaning over her from behind, because he couldn’t resist, he placed his forearms on the remaining space on the bench that was exposed at her sides. He tucked his arms against her, sandwiching her between his chest and the bench, but making sure not to put his weight on her. Reaching beneath her arms, Xander fingered the chain that was hanging down, the one connected to the clamps on her nipples.

Mercedes moaned when he tugged, causing the clamps to pull.

“You look so fucking pretty right now. Bent over, your ass and pussy at my mercy. You make my dick hard, pet. So damn hard.”

Mercedes’s breath hitched and the harder he tugged on the chain, the more she moaned. But she didn’t respond otherwise which was what bothered him.

He couldn’t help but wonder whether she was testing him again.

“You’re going to look even prettier when your ass is red, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mas – Sir.”

Xander caught Mercedes’s slip and an emotion he wasn’t familiar with ripped through him. She’d purposely refused to call him Master. He had no idea why that hurt him so much, but it was like a knife through his chest.

Rather than dwell on it, he shoved it away, refusing to let it get to him. It wasn’t a requirement and what he needed to focus his attention on was getting her off.

That’s the punishment she would receive from him tonight. He fully intended to make her soar, bring her to orgasm as many times as he possibly could until she was pleading for him to stop.

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Mercedes remained as still as possible, her breath slamming in and out of her lungs in perfect rhythm with the pulsing beat of the music playing overhead. She was trying not to break down before things had even got started, but her nerves were getting the better of her.

She continued to remind herself that this was Xander, a man she trusted with her life. There was no fear of him hurting her physically, she knew that. It wasn’t what she was worried about.

The problem she had was letting go. Handing him the reins, letting him control her pleasure.

Last night had been different. It hadn’t been intentional.

The scene they’d done together had been mutual. She had been playing a part. That was a far cry from what she was doing now because playing the part of his submissive and being his submissive were on opposite ends of the spectrum.

She didn’t want to disappoint him. Yet she already had.

Mercedes didn’t flinch, did her best not to react at all as Xander’s hand trailed over her skin once again. He worked his way over her butt, caressing her thigh with his warm hands. She knew what he was doing, but she tried not to think about it.

While he worked the buckles that would hook around her thigh, expertly restraining her to the bench, she remembered the way he’d tensed a moment ago. She had nearly called him Master, but for some reason, at the very last minute, she opted to go with the more impersonal Sir.

It had been a cheap shot; she knew that much. One that she would’ve noticed as a Domme as well. For his sub to refer to him as Master X, or simply Master, was one of the highest honors he could receive as a Dom. At least according to Xander.

It meant acceptance.

She’d purposely changed her tactic although she had wanted to call him Master, for reasons she couldn’t even fathom at this point. And he had obviously noticed, just as she expected.

Xander worked the buckles on her forearms, and she kept her head down, her eyes on the concrete floor beneath her. She wouldn’t be able to look at him. Not at this point.