“Come for me, Mercedes,” he exhaled against her ear as he drove two fingers deep inside of her. “Just for me.”
That was when it happened.
Mercedes shattered into a million pieces – only it wasn’t just her body that was affected. Her mind, or more importantly, everything she thought she knew about herself, unraveled right there in the comfort of Xander’s arms.
Chapter Three
Logan would consider himself an astute man. Not a lot got past him. So as he sat in the chair with Sam squirming on his lap, the scene before him had definitely caught his attention.
Granted, Logan’s cock was rock hard, and it had been even before they walked into this private playroom decked out for some serious BDSM activities. The room wasn’t overly large, but it was spacious enough to accommodate a St. Andrew’s cross near one wall, a spanking bench positioned in the center of the room and a man the size of Xander Boone.
As he watched what Xander was doing to the beautiful woman restrained to the cross, he was grateful they’d opted for a private scene tonight. All of the other rooms, especially those that were equipped with things such as crosses, chains and ropes, were monitored by staff for safety; therefore open for anyone to watch.
Apparently being an owner of the club had its perks because the room Xander had procured was off limits. Thank God.
Sitting in a chair with Samantha on his lap, her attention on the couple about ten feet in front of her, Logan found himself riveted to what was going on. Surprisingly, it didn’t have anything to do with the way Xander handled that toy in his hand either.
No, there was something else going on here. Something between Xander and Mercedes that was more erotic than anything he’d seen in quite some time. The last time he’d witnessed something of this magnitude had been between Luke and Cole that long ago night when the three of them had focused on Sam.
Whatever was happening between Xander and Mercedes, it was… intense. Almost as though the two of them hadn’t expected it to happen.
Logan and Sam had been introduced to Mercedes as Xander’s friend and business associate, but after watching this scene, he had to wonder whether they were something more than that. From their interactions downstairs, it was clear they were buddy-buddy because they could easily laugh together and practically finish one another’s sentences.
However, the intensity between the two of them right now was palpable in the small room, and it didn’t matter one bit that Mercedes was strapped to that wooden cross.
So, for the last few minutes, Logan had watched, absorbing the movements, the reactions and enjoying what was happening to a degree. He’d only been distracted by Sam’s sharp gasps that echoed through the room every time that flogger came down on Mercedes’s now reddened skin.
For a minute, he thought he would make it through the evening without coming completely undone. After all, they were there to watch, not participate. And that might’ve been the case, except Sam continued to squirm on his lap and the way her curvy ass ground against his aching cock was sending him closer and closer to the edge.
But then everything stopped.
Well, almost everything.
While Xander pressed up against Mercedes, obviously soothing her with words after an orgasm that had split the atoms in the room, Logan whispered near Sam’s ear, “Do you like watching them?” It was an appropriate, albeit unnecessary, question considering she was still grinding her pussy against his thigh.
“Yes,” she replied softly, her body trembling slightly.
He’d be damned. Xander had been right.
After a lot of thought, Logan had decided to approach Xander Boone a few weeks back. Initially, he had intended to proposition Xander about being a third. That idea had dissipated shortly after he started talking to Xander though.
Then, during a long conversation, Xander had suggested that Logan introduce Sam to something that might catch her interest. This certainly had caught her attention, much as it had his.
Logan had openly discussed with Xander some of the things he and Sam had engaged in previously, the conversation surprisingly comfortable. Not at all awkward like he initially expected. He had gone on to explain how he enjoyed controlling Sam’s pleasure, how beautifully Sam responded during those instances, and how the involvement of a third did something for both of them.
According to Xander, the fact that Sam liked Logan’s dominating side could mean that she’d be interested in more interaction of that nature. As opposed to a threesome. Logan had informed Xander about their history and the attachment Sam seemed to have for the men who had briefly entered their relationship.
If he hadn’t been convinced during that conversation – which he had been – now more than ever, Logan was absolutely positive that Xander would not be the right man for him and Sam to get involved with. Not as far as a threesome was concerned anyway.
Xander was a Dom and, although Logan didn’t put labels on himself, nor did he participate in the standard BDSM practices, he knew that his own dominating nature would clash with Xander’s. Control wasn’t something Logan was willing to relinquish, and he got the impression that Xander knew that.
That’s when Xander had suggested Logan and Sam learn more about BDSM. Hence, the reason they were there.
Logan watched as Xander let his hands freely roam over Mercedes’s lush, curvy body as he took his time, holding her tight and mumbling in her ear. She was gripping the chains attached to the cuffs around her wrist and leaning back against Xander, her eyes closed, her hips continuing to undulate against Xander’s hand still wedged between her thighs.
While he took it all in, Logan slid his hand up Sam’s bare thigh and beneath the short skirt that she wore. When her hand came down to grip his wrist, urging him forward, he edged underneath the elastic of her panties, sliding one finger through her soft folds.
She was wet. So very wet.
Rather than pull away, he continued to tease her clit with slow, featherlight strokes of his finger.
Because they had played in the hall for a few minutes, Logan knew Sam was probably hovering right on the brink of orgasm considering he’d refused to let her come. For her to sit there and watch while Xander punished Mercedes, was rather impressive.
When Logan brought Sam to this room tonight, he’d had no idea what to expect from Xander and Mercedes. Or even from Sam. Hell, he definitely hadn’t expected Xander to whip the dark haired beauty with the skill and precision of a man who had a lot of practice doing so. Or for Mercedes to take it like a woman who enjoyed it.
Sam leaned back against him now, her back to his chest, her head tilted to the side as she watched Xander continue to tease Mercedes gently. Logan pressed his lips to her neck as he kept his eyes on the pair, realizing then that Mercedes had been freakishly quiet the entire time, though Logan knew that shit had to hurt.
Logan’s attention was diverted when Sam tightened her grip on his wrist and pushed his finger inside of her roughly.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he asked, not keeping his voice quiet. He was well past the point of caring where they were or who was with them. Not that he usually cared, but he always considered Sam first.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice even lower than before, but she didn’t stop watching.
She didn’t seem to be concerned that Xander and Mercedes were in the same room either, so he continued, “I didn’t hear you.” He waited for her to respond, stilling his finger inside of her.
“I need to feel your cock inside me,” she said more urgently, her voice just a fraction above a whisper, but loud enough that he knew Xander and Mercedes had heard her.
“You want to ride my cock, baby?” he questioned, blocking out everyone else in the room as he pulled his hand free of Sam’s grasp.
“God, yes.”
“Remove your panties,” he instructed forcefully, helping her to stand which gave him the opportunity to unhook the button on hi
s slacks and release his cock.
Tonight had been a formal affair, which was why he was fully dressed in a tuxedo, but the jacket was unbuttoned, and he managed to ease his slacks down over his hips without leaving the chair.
Sam stood, swiftly sliding her panties down her legs and handing them to him. He slid them into the pocket of his jacket and then pulled her back down on his lap, still facing away from him. Before she got settled, her soft, cool fingers wrapped around his cock as she guided him inside of her.
He bit back a groan, the slick, smooth walls of her pussy sliding down over him.
“Fuck, baby.” God, she felt so fucking good.
With him clutching her skirt high on her hips, Sam began rocking on his lap as she faced away from him, watching Xander as he continued to pump his fingers into Mercedes, obviously looking to draw out another orgasm. Logan had no idea how these scenes worked from a logistical standpoint, but he was definitely intrigued by Sam’s obvious interest.
As had always been the case, Logan got his pleasure from Sam’s. He had no desire to touch or be touched by anyone else, so as far as he was concerned, if this was something she was interested in, he was all for learning a few new ways to please her.
They must’ve caught Xander’s attention because the man stopped, turning his head slightly to face them as he continued with his quest to drive Mercedes over the edge again.
Xander turned back toward Mercedes, his eyes tracking Sam through the mirror as he spoke to Mercedes. “Open your eyes and watch them.”
Logan watched as Mercedes opened her eyes and glanced in the mirror to where they were behind her.
“Do you like watching them?” Xander asked.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Ahh, that’s nice,” Xander said, his gruff voice lingering in the air. “Watch her, pet. Watch while she lowers herself onto his cock. Just like I want to see you doing to me.”
Logan listened to Xander’s recap as it happened which was oddly arousing. Sam’s sweet heat gripped him as his cock slid deep inside of her.
Xander must’ve realized Mercedes had closed her eyes again because he offered a more vivid description. “She’s riding him, slowly, his cock sinking deep inside of her. But she’s watching us, pet,” Xander told Mercedes.
Logan gripped Sam’s hips tighter as she continued riding his cock, faster this time. She was gripping his thighs, letting herself drop until he was fully inside of her.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me, Sam. Show me exactly what you like,” Logan urged through gritted teeth, loving how responsive Sam was to Xander watching her.
Across the room, Logan barely noticed as Xander unstrapped Mercedes. Didn’t pay much attention to when Xander pulled her into his arms, holding her close as he continued to watch Sam.
Logan’s own release was barreling down on him, and he found it difficult to focus on anything other than Sam’s tight pussy sheathing him as she began to moan in earnest. “Fuck me, Sam. Fuck me hard, baby,” he demanded.
“Oh, God!” she moaned loudly.
Xander’s eyes came up to meet Sam’s as Logan watched and as though that glimpse were the detonator, Sam’s pussy gripped his cock and Logan couldn’t hold back.
Sam moaned again, softer this time, a silent release exploding through her as her pussy clamped onto Logan’s cock.
Logan growled in response, coming hard and deep inside of his wife. And when his world had righted itself enough for his eyes to focus, he glanced up to see Mercedes staring back at them.
It was at that moment that he wondered just what possibilities were in store for him and Sam in the future. Although he knew it wouldn’t be a threesome with Xander Boone, he did know that he and Sam had a hell of a lot more to explore.
Chapter Four
The following morning…
Wednesday
Mercedes awoke to the sun shining through the open curtains of her bedroom. Unable to get her eyes to adjust to the luminous rays drifting across her bed, she rolled over, burying her head beneath the pillow as memories from the night before assaulted her.
What had she done?
As she inhaled deeply, the scent of fabric softener wafting into her nose, she realized that no matter how hard she wished, last night hadn’t been a dream. What she’d done… or rather what Xander had done to her had been real.
Too real.
And if realizing what had happened wasn’t bad enough, Mercedes had to accept the fact that she had loved every second of it.
Holy crap she was in so much trouble.
Never in her wildest imagination would she have dreamed up what had happened last night at Devotion, and sure as the sun was up and blinding with its intensity, Mercedes knew it had happened.
“Are you finally awake?”
Mercedes flew to an upright position, her pillow flying to the floor as she yanked her comforter up over her naked breasts. With what she knew had to look like abject horror on her face, she stared at the man standing in her bedroom. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Xander laughed, crossing to the windows and staring out as he pushed the curtains open even more, allowing the sunlight to all but consume the entire room.
Clutching the blanket tightly, Mercedes gave a second’s thought to what she looked like. She was definitely naked, and she knew her hair was a stringy mess all over her head, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it at the moment.
“Just checking on you,” Xander finally answered, turning to face her.
She could do nothing but stare at him.
Ok, so it wasn’t completely absurd to find Xander in her condo. After all, he did own a condo in the same building, – the penthouse – directly above hers, so he was nearby.
That explained his presence.
Since they both worked out of their homes, it wasn’t even odd that he was home that early in the morning either.
That explained his timing.
But it did not explain why he was standing in her bedroom, at the end of her bed, mind you, staring at her as though he was anticipating a replay of last night.
Not gonna happen.
“I should’ve never given you a key,” she said with exasperation.
Sliding his big hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored black slacks that would provide her a mouthwatering view of his nicely sculpted backside should he turn around, Xander didn’t appear at all intimidated by her.
Another sexy, seductive laugh escaped him.
“Quit that,” she told him, clutching her comforter tight to her chest with one hand and running the other through her unruly hair.
“Quit what?” he asked, grinning that half smirk that had melted the panties off of much weaker women.
“Quit staring at me,” she told him. “And get out of my bedroom. I need to…”
Shit, she didn’t even know what she needed to do.
“Take a shower,” Xander kindly filled in for her. “I’ve got breakfast ordered. It’ll be here shortly.”
With that, Xander turned and walked out of the room, leaving Mercedes to stare after him, admiring his finely sculpted…
Good grief, woman. Haven’t you learned your lesson already?
How was it possible that the man could make her four thousand square foot condo feel so damn small?
A solid hour later, fully dressed in her heels and one of her most feminine power suits, with its short skirt and form fitting blazer, Mercedes joined Xander in her kitchen. She would’ve remained in the comfort of her bathroom a little longer, but she had run out of things to do after she dried her hair, and she didn’t want Xander to think she was stalling.
Even if she was.
She found him relaxing comfortably at the breakfast table, sipping coffee and reading something on his iPad, a plate of fresh assorted bagels sitting in the center. Without saying a word, she went straight for the coffee pot, hoping like hell a little caffeine would erase the images from last night from her brain. The shower cert
ainly hadn’t helped.
“How’re you feeling?” Xander asked, not looking up from what he was reading.
“Fine,” she grumbled as she rummaged through the refrigerator, searching for the creamer and the cream cheese.
She was far from fine after the events of last night, but by the way he was acting so nonchalantly, she got the impression she was the only one of them who was still thinking about it.
“Why are you here?” she asked him as she poured a little too much creamer into her coffee. Seriously? Why were her hands shaking?
“Meeting with Shane,” he answered easily.
Shit.
Glancing over at the clock, Mercedes noticed it was fast approaching nine o’clock. She hadn’t slept that late in… hell, in as long as she could remember. Her days generally started before dawn on a good day.
“Is he coming here? Or to your place?” she asked, trying to sound casual as she shoved the creamer back into the fridge.
Most of the time, they held their business meetings at Xander’s. His condo had double the amount of space that hers did, and he had three offices, his, his assistant’s, and an empty one, along with a conference room that he used for God knows what. Unlike her setup, his offices were separate from his actual living quarters. As for Mercedes, she merely worked out of her condo’s secondary master bedroom that she’d had converted into an office.
“I told him to come here,” Xander answered as she approached, placing his iPad on the table and sliding the bagels toward her. “You’re looking a little pale,” he added, tipping his head slightly to the side as he studied her with another of his infamous smirks.
“I wonder why,” she blurted, immediately regretting her lack of filter.
She blamed him.
“I hear orgasms will do that to you.”
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