Perception (Club Destiny #6)(85)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Another shiver raced down her spine.

“Are you cold?” he asked, pulling her against him.

Mercedes pressed up against his equally naked body, relishing the heat of him as he wrapped his arms around her.

“No,” she said honestly. She wasn’t cold, but she would definitely take whatever warmth he was willing to share with her.

“Good.”

After pressing a kiss to her forehead, Xander led her to the suspended bed. Stopping in front of it, he let her go and then worked the rigs until the bed lowered just a little, making it easier for her to sit on the edge. She did so without argument, knowing it wasn’t going to do her any good tonight.

The next thing Mercedes knew, she was expertly secured. Her wrists were attached to cuffs above her head. Her feet rested on brackets that protruded from the end of the bed and her ankles were cuffed in padded leather. The position of her feet left her legs spread wide.

Completely exposed.

Once again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Xander said gruffly, the desire in his tone apparent.

Mercedes watched him closely. Not because she was scared, but because she just wanted to watch him. The way he moved, the way he appeared so comfortable in his own skin.

He moved over to a setup on the wall, grabbing items left and right, opening packages before finally returning to the foot of the makeshift bed and standing between her thighs.

“Does your housekeeper clean this room too?” she asked, her anxiety getting the best of her.

Xander grinned, his eyes lighting with his amusement. “Yes, she does.”

She heard a cap being opened, and she knew what he was going to do. The position he had her in left her ass slightly hanging over the edge.

“Has she ever asked you about it?” Her voice wavered with the question, her nervousness ringing loudly in the room.

Xander chuckled low and deep. “No, we haven’t sat down to discuss it.”

Just like the last time he’d played with her ass, Xander pulled on a latex glove before coating his fingers with lube, making her body clench accordingly. She knew what he was preparing her for, and there was absolutely no fear.

In fact, Mercedes was anxious for him to do what he’d promised the other night at the club. She’d known then that he was going to prepare her, and she was grateful for that. Anal sex wasn’t on her list of things she usually engaged in – ok, so it was on her list of things she never did, at least not with another person.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t anticipating it.

Her body burned hot, almost immediately when he pressed his finger against her anus, teasing her slowly.

“You’ve never taken another man here?” he asked, obviously wanting her to clarify for him again what she’d said at Devotion.

“No, Sir.” Her words vibrated with… oh, good grief. She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or anticipation that filled her more.

The look he shot her was fully of passion and… possessiveness, maybe?

“Do you know how much I want to slide my cock right here?”

Mercedes shook her head no as he teased her with the tip of his fingers.

“I’ve dreamed about it, pet.”

She watched as he reached for the butt plug he’d opened a moment before. As though he was tormenting her, which he kind of was, he coated the end generously with lube before he returned his fingers to her anus. This time he slid one finger inside of her slowly.

Mercedes closed her eyes as the initial bite of pain came and went. It wasn’t long before he began fucking her with slow, deliberate thrusts of his finger in her ass. Her pussy was wet, her entire body in tune with the strange intrusion.

“So tight. I can’t wait to slide my cock in your ass and fuck you hard. Do you want that, M?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered immediately, too turned on to be appalled by her behavior.

This man knew her too well, knew just how to play her body to make her crazy with lust. It was as though he’d paid attention to her through the years.

And maybe he had.

Either way, Mercedes wanted this.

This she could handle. Play time. In a dungeon. It wasn’t about romance and emotion; this was about pure, unadulterated fucking. Something that would keep her from getting too attached to this man.

At least more so than she already was.

Refusing to think about that, Mercedes focused on his fingers – plural because he’d added a second – as he penetrated her, thrusting a little deeper, a little harder.

“Oh, God,” she moaned when her insides tightened.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

And it did. It felt so good.