That was one thing about her that he had a love/hate relationship with. Although she was nervous, Clarissa tended to do exactly as she was told. She had no problems handing over the reins completely. If he said crawl, she’d crawl. And he had definitely pushed her limits a time or two.
But for tonight, Shane had zero expectations. He truly hadn’t anticipated engaging with Mercedes and Xander. And damn sure not with Xander as a fucking sub. Shit, just looking at him was difficult. Even if, as a sub, he still exuded that overwhelming presence that people strayed to.
The man was not a sub. You could dress him up and make him do whatever, but he still wasn’t a fucking sub.
Shane wondered just how long Xander was going to play along tonight.
Turning his attention back on Clarissa, Shane watched as she moved closer to Xander. Even with her heels on, Xander was significantly taller. And probably at least twice her width.
The man was built like a brick shithouse. Granted, Shane wasn’t a pushover in the size department, but he’d be the first to admit, he had never broken six feet. But he did have a muscular build, not even remotely close to what Xander was packed with, although he wasn’t a lightweight either. But truthfully, Shane wasn’t sure he’d ever met anyone quite as big as Xander.
When Clarissa’s hands flattened against Xander’s stomach, Shane’s dick pulsed again. Her pale fingers against Xander’s tan skin were a vibrant contrast. The dim lights in the room helped to accentuate the planes of Xander’s chest and stomach as Clarissa roamed up and over the ripples of muscle.
Considering Xander wasn’t wearing anything from the waist up, Shane figured Clarissa was just getting comfortable with Xander’s body. Watching her was a fucking turn on like no other. He loved to watch her when she touched him as well. To see the wonder in her expression and the heat in her honey brown eyes. There were times when she still seemed so damned innocent, even if she was getting down and dirty.
And she certainly was a dirty girl. One of the main reasons he liked playing with her. That and she wasn’t looking for a relationship. Shane would admit that he cared about Clarissa as a friend, but he could never see anything more than that between them.
No, unfortunately, there was only one woman who’d caught his attention and held it all these years, but she was completely off limits to him.
Clarissa’s hands moved up, her fingers stopping on the bars through Xander’s nipples. Did those hurt? They fucking looked like they would hurt. He’d asked Xander that more than once, but the big bastard had eluded his question every single time. The closest he’d gotten to an answer was, “Go get yours pierced and find out for yourself.”
Yeah, no fucking thank you.
Shane glanced at Xander’s face, noticing how the man was staring back at Clarissa, his expression one of complete and total satisfaction, even if it did look somewhat forced. Apparently, they didn’t hurt. Or maybe they did, and that’s what he liked about them. Either way, Xander seemed content to have her touching him.
Shane suddenly wished he was the one she was touching. Clarissa was incredibly sensual, a truly giving lover, and any time she turned her total focus on him, he knew he was a goner.
Much like Xander at the moment.
When her hands slid back down Xander’s rigid stomach, she continued until she found the button on his leather pants. Since Shane was behind her, he couldn’t see her face, but by the way her back stayed ramrod straight, he figured she was still nervous.
Shane wanted to touch her, to run his hands along her sides, to press her between him and Xander until she was moaning and writhing. He wanted to drive his cock deep in Clarissa’s ass while Xander fucked her pussy until she couldn’t take anymore. Until she was screaming their names.
Fuck.
But even he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that Mercedes would ever let that happen. She might think she put on a strong front, but he saw right through the facade. She wanted Xander. Hell, he’d go so far as to say she’d fallen in love with him. Without a doubt, this wasn’t easy for her, which was why he suspected she had involved him and Clarissa in the first place.
The sound of a zipper brought Shane’s attention back to Xander and Clarissa. Glancing down, Shane realized Xander had on those great big black boots with the laces, which meant Clarissa was going to have to go to her knees to remove them. The mental image that formed in his mind of Clarissa on her knees with Xander’s enormous cock in her mouth was like a punch to the solar plexus, nearly driving the air from his body and making his cock thicken.
Shit.
Maybe Mercedes didn’t like the idea of Clarissa touching Xander, but Shane certainly did.
Mercedes moved, and Shane’s attention was drawn to her. She walked around the couple, riding crop in her hand as she slid the flat end over Xander’s skin. She was smiling, but she was looking at Clarissa and not Xander.
“Naked, Rissa. He needs to be completely naked,” Mercedes instructed, her tone soothing and calm, yet unyielding.
Clarissa nodded, and she must’ve realized her mistake because her eyes were wide as she stared back at Mercedes. And true to her dominating nature, Mercedes gave her no room for error, as soon as her head nodded in response, Mercedes was up against Clarissa’s front, the hand wielding the crop buried in Clarissa’s long, chestnut hair, tilting her head back so that Clarissa was looking up into her eyes.
“What did I say about responding?” Mercedes asked, her tone still quiet and easy. Not at all what Shane had expected based on her rather aggressive stance.
“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa whispered.
Mercedes slid her thumb over Clarissa’s bottom lip but didn’t release her. Their noses were practically touching and from where Shane stood, he could see Clarissa’s chest rising and falling rapidly. She was turned on by this.
Hell, Shane was turned on by this. He wanted Mercedes to move just an inch closer and press her mouth…
Son of a fucking bitch!
Shane’s entire body went hard as Mercedes lowered her mouth to Clarissa’s ever so gently. Clarissa didn’t respond, but Mercedes apparently didn’t need her to. The Domme glided her lips gently over Clarissa’s, her tongue sneaking out slowly to slide over the seam and Shane was convinced he might just be reduced to a teenage boy if they kept this up.
Never had he imagined Mercedes or Clarissa kissing another woman, but holy fuck, this was hotter than he could’ve imagined.
Forcing himself to look away, he glanced at Xander, noticing how the man was tensing right beside them, his face tilted down as he watched them. Lucky bastard. He had a much better view than Shane did.
“And how do you plan to respond next time?” Mercedes asked as she pulled her mouth away slowly.
Shit, if Shane had anything to say about it, Clarissa would be defying Mercedes at every turn. Especially if he had that to look forward to.
~~*~~*~~
Clarissa wasn’t sure she was breathing. She was overwhelmed by the wondrous scent of Mercedes and the way her soft lips had felt against her own. Oh, God, she’d just been kissed by a woman.
A freaking woman.
And yet, she’d enjoyed it.
She wanted more. She wanted to know what Mercedes’s tongue would feel like in her mouth, her hands on her body. Holy shit. This was so not good. She wasn’t supposed to lust after a woman, but she was. Oh, God she was.
She truly had no idea how she felt about that, aside from it being way more than she expected. She wanted to attribute the strange sensation in her belly to her shock, but she wasn’t quite so sure.
Mercedes was beautifully breathtaking. Her flawless alabaster skin, her long, silky black hair, and her soft gray eyes had always filled Clarissa with a strange envy. Not that she wanted to be Mercedes, but she certainly didn’t mind admiring her. Then, as though her beauty weren’t enough, the woman exuded confidence from her pores. It was evident in the way she walked, moved, spoke.
“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa sa
id softly, remembering that Mercedes had asked her a question.
Apparently her answer was the appropriate one because Mercedes leaned in once more and pressed another kiss to her lips. Clarissa wanted to open her mouth, to allow Mercedes in, to explore her with her tongue…
“Good girl,” Mercedes said with a sexy grin as she pulled away.
Clarissa was breathless, and Mercedes’s eyes glittered with what Clarissa hoped was approval. Was this part of the deal? Was Mercedes going to be with her? Like with her - with her? Was that even something Clarissa wanted? Based on the way her insides were smoking from the flames that had ignited down low, she was beginning to think the answer was yes.
Or was this some sort of a test to see how much she could take? Or how far Xander could be pushed?
Based on the expression on Mercedes’s beautiful face, she had to assume the latter. Mercedes seemed very much interested in Xander, not her. Not to mention, she knew for a fact that Mercedes wasn’t into women.
“Very nice,” Mercedes said, letting her soft, delicate thumb graze over Clarissa’s lower lip once more before she released her.
When Mercedes looked up at Xander, Clarissa saw the way their eyes met. It was a challenge, and she seemed to be in the middle of it. Not that she was complaining because well… shit. She wasn’t sure why it didn’t bother her.
Rather than dwell on it, she kept that in mind as she listened for Mercedes’s next instruction.
“Now, I want Xander naked,” Mercedes instructed more firmly and this time Clarissa responded with a confident, “Yes, Ma’am,” before proceeding to undress Xander.
She was having difficulty removing his leather pants, but it wasn’t because they were tight, or even all that difficult to remove. Clarissa was just too busy admiring his gorgeous physique. Where Shane was lean and sleekly muscled, Xander was thick and bulky. She knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be able to circle Xander’s bicep with both hands. He was that freaking big.
And his legs were larger than her own waist, although they weren’t bodybuilder bulky like she would’ve expected. Instead, they were stout like tree trucks and incredibly nice to look at.
Trying to keep her excitement reined in, Clarissa slowly lowered his leathers, carefully freeing his cock as she went. Once again, she was transfixed by the sight of him. His cock was long and thick and slightly curved to the left. In one word, he was… gorgeous.
The urge to lick her lips was too great to pass up, so she did, not bothering to look up at Xander, nor did she look behind her to see where Shane was. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze searing every inch of her skin. She just wished he’d move around for a better view. For some reason, she needed to see him, to feel that connection with him.
This was a learning experience for her as well, and she was finding that she much preferred Shane’s dominance than anyone else’s. Shane made her feel safe. In ways that other Doms didn’t. Sometimes she feared she would never respond to another Dom the same way again.
Although what had happened between her and Mercedes had certainly sent a bolt of heat through her. Unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
Focus, she reminded herself. She couldn’t afford to get distracted.
With Shane there with her, she was willing to continue because she was incredibly turned on, and she knew before it was over, she’d be right where she wanted to be. Safely in Shane’s arms.
When Clarissa glanced down, she realized that Xander had on boots. With laces. Which meant…
Aww, crap.
This time she did look up at him, her face hot with embarrassment because she knew what she was going to have to do to get him naked. As it was, she’d ignored the fact that they were in a glass enclosed room and if she were to look out at the club, she knew they would’ve already drawn an audience. Xander alone would draw a crowd and to see him naked was a sight any red-blooded woman wouldn’t want to miss.
Lowering herself to her knees, Clarissa slid her fingernails down the front of Xander’s thighs, not touching his erect cock as she did. Once she was on the floor, she realized she was eye level with his heavy balls, and she instinctively observed them briefly before remembering what she was doing.
Quickly untying the laces and helping Xander to remove his boots, Clarissa prayed no one else could see how she was blushing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
Clarissa jumped when she felt something cool against the back of her thigh, and she fought the urge to turn around and see what it was. She could see Mercedes’s boots in her peripheral vision, and she figured it was that leather crop she’d been wielding earlier. As it was, her dress had been pushed up high on her thighs so she could lean over to work on Xander’s boots, but whatever Mercedes was doing behind her was raising the silk even higher.
“No panties,” Mercedes said approvingly. “Very nice.”
Another rush of heat infused Clarissa’s face. Damn Shane. He’d insisted that tonight she leave her panties at home. He told her she wouldn’t be needing them. Shane had decided a while back that he much preferred her to go without panties when they went to the club – it’d been an official rule he’d implemented back when they started playing together. That meant that anyone standing outside the room would be able to see her bare butt and probably a whole lot more.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she managed to get Xander completely naked a few minutes later. Returning to her feet, she didn’t move away, but she wasn’t able to look him in the eye either. Which meant she had to close her eyes, or she was going to get an eyeful of glorious, sexy male.
And right now, she was so wet, she wasn’t sure just how much more of him she could handle.
“Go stand by Shane,” Mercedes instructed and Clarissa met her gaze to ensure she was speaking to her.
“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa said breathlessly. She managed to make her way across the room without running, although the urge to escape was intense. So much so, she was shaking when she reached Shane.
He grinned down at her, his eyes gleaming with that heat she was so familiar with. She wished he would touch her. He did, but not in the way she had hoped. Instead, Shane turned her so that her back was flush against his stomach, the evidence of his arousal pressing into her lower back, and she was facing Xander and Mercedes once more.
But before she viewed the scene directly in front of her, Clarissa made the mistake of glancing out through the glass. And right there, standing front and center was none other than Trent Ramsey.
He was looking at her, his shockingly handsome face and his intoxicatingly pretty eyes focused on her. Her. Of all people. But for some reason, his stardom wasn’t even a fleeting thought. No, it wasn’t who he was, but rather how he was looking at her that had Clarissa feeling a little lightheaded.
That was spine-tingling heat she saw reflected back at her. And it did something crazy to her insides, making her body heat another twenty degrees. No man had ever looked at her like that.
Ever.
Now, if she could just get her knees to lock, she wouldn’t risk turning into a puddle of lust induced hormones right there on the tiled floor.
Chapter Thirty Four
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Mercedes asked, directing her question at Clarissa as she slid the riding crop over Xander’s pecs, pausing briefly to flick his left nipple ring once before trailing lower.
“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa replied from her spot near Shane.
Good girl.
Mercedes had no doubt that Clarissa was a true submissive. The woman was born to submit, but she also seemed very aware of that. And the way she blushed so prettily was an added bonus. She easily understood why Shane enjoyed playing with her. She was extremely responsive.
Mercedes nodded toward the only solid wall in the room, the one directly behind Xander as she said, “Move back until you touch the wall.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Xander responded easily, his cock bob
bing freely in front of him.
He was hard as steel; his cock darkened from the blood pumping through it, but he was doing well to ignore it. Just as she would expect him to do. He was fairly good at playing the part of a submissive. Then again, just like her, he knew exactly what was expected.
As she admired his physical beauty, she allowed herself to remember the day she’d met him all those years ago.
He hadn’t been quite as built as he was now, but he’d been just as beautiful, and intensely confident, yet lacking that annoying arrogance that she would’ve expected.
Just like then, his tanned skin stretched taut over bulging muscles. His nipples had been pierced even then, but he’d had rings in them. Granted, she hadn’t known that when she first met him. Back then, the only opportunity she would’ve ever had to see Xander in any state of undress was at the club because any other time they were together, he was immaculately dressed.
It had been a couple of months after they met when she’d first had the pleasure of checking out his distinct attributes. Back when she had taken Tim Johnson, Clarissa’s boss at the time, to Kink as an introduction for them both.
Mercedes studied the titanium bars in Xander’s nipples, strangely glad he’d kept them all this time. She remembered asking him years ago why he’d had them done. His explanation had been simply because he wanted to.
Mercedes trailed the crop over his chest and then slid down the narrow line that bisected his well-defined abs before outlining the “V” that protruded and angled right to his proud cock. Just beneath that rigid stalk of flesh, his balls hung loosely, a heavy sac that she would enjoy teasing very shortly.
Once he was against the wall, Mercedes set the riding crop down on a stand in the corner and then proceeded to connect Xander to the loose chains that had been installed in the walls. It was an intricate system that Xander had bragged about. It came in handy for what she had in mind, especially when this man was a solid seven inches taller than she was in her heels.
After hooking one of the chains to his left wrist cuff, – which happened to be designed for this type of activity – she moved in front of him, letting her fingernail graze the full length of his cock until he hissed out a breath. She met his eyes and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but she hadn’t expected him to. Aside from that little expulsion of air, no one would’ve been able to detect a reaction from him.
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