Very nice.
After she got his right wrist attached to the chain in the wall, she moved over to the control box that was hidden in a narrow panel that ran from floor to ceiling. It required a frequently changed master code to access, and she’d had to jump through hoops just to be allowed access for one night. And she’d only gotten it then because she knew Luke, thanks to the sale of the warehouse.
Once she had the panel open, she pushed a button, watching as the chains retreated into the wall, lifting Xander’s arms up slowly until they were fully extended above his head. By design, they wouldn’t retreat all the way thanks to a safety rigging in the chain which was there to ensure no one would get in a position they couldn’t be freed from.
Due to Xander’s height, there was no other way for Mercedes to get him secured appropriately unless she had a step stool, so this had been a no brainer when she’d been considering her options for tonight.
Moving back to Xander, Mercedes reached up and massaged his left bicep slowly, enjoying the feel of his smooth, warm skin against her palms. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Any pain? Numbness?”
“No, Mistress.”
As with any of her subs, Xander’s safety was her main priority, and although there was pain associated with the scenes that she performed, it was never due to the equipment that she used. At least that was the goal. Being that his arms were extended above his head, she knew his hands would eventually start to tingle, but by then, she’d be close to finished with him.
If she were lucky.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, she made note of the time. Without a doubt, she had to pay attention to how long she had him chained up in order to avoid any issues. And given that she was finding herself more and more distracted by him being shackled and at her mercy, Mercedes knew that she had to get her mind fully into the scene from this point onward.
“Spread your legs,” she told Xander as she moved over and massaged his right bicep out of habit.
“Any pain on this side?” she asked as he widened his stance, keeping his back ramrod straight.
“No, Mistress,” he growled, clearly losing his patience.
That only made her want to slow down even more.
“Good.”
Placing her right foot next to Xander’s, she pushed gently, letting him know that she wanted his legs spread even more. He obliged.
Making sure she touched him constantly, just to keep his senses heightened, Mercedes continued getting things set up. It wasn’t until she had him shackled to the chains near his ankles that she was satisfied.
“Can you move?” she asked as she retrieved another toy she’d brought along just for this particular moment and moved to stand directly in front of him.
“Yes. Mistress.”
She noticed how he’d tacked on “Mistress”. Almost like he was preparing to defy her.
She pretended not to notice as she checked the slack in the chain. There was minimal give, but his answer was the correct one. She didn’t want him completely restrained to the point of discomfort, but she wanted to ensure he couldn’t move far.
Taking the Wartenberg wheel, a small metal tool with a rotating spiked wheel on the end, Mercedes moved closer, keeping the tool hidden. She was pretty sure Xander had already noticed, but like a good submissive, he didn’t say anything.
Lowering herself to her knees in front of him, she pretended to be checking the ankle cuffs. Instead, she placed the spikes of the wheel against his left ankle and slowly moved upward, applying only gentle pressure as she went. The purpose was to spark sensation, not to hurt him. There were several uses for the tool she was fond of, and in her opinion, it would’ve been much more useful had he been blindfolded, but she didn’t intend to blindfold him.
She continued on her quest up the inside of his left leg, applying a bit more pressure until she reached high up on the inside of his thigh. From there, she slowly rolled the wheel over his balls using even less pressure than before, smiling when he growled. A slow, sensual trip down his right leg and then back up, Mercedes eased the wheel beneath his balls, rolling ever so gently across his perineum. Her focus turned to his cock, and she looked up to see him watching her, his eyes hooded, his mouth a thin, hard line. He liked it, she knew he did. She could see the chill bumps on his skin.
When she figured he’d had enough, based on the way his breaths became labored, she stopped. Before she got to her feet, she leaned forward and licked his cock from root to tip, keeping her gaze fixed on his. She fully intended to tease him into submission, although he already seemed to be giving in.
Or maybe he was just playing the part.
With that thought in mind, Mercedes retrieved the riding crop and dropped the wheel onto the counter before returning to her place in front of him. She took a moment to admire her handy work.
Xander Boone was magnificent. And it still stole her breath to see such a big, powerful male submit to her like Xander was, even if it was clear he wasn’t all that thrilled with the idea.
Mercedes lifted the crop to Xander’s cheek and slowly slid it over the light stubble. She continued to trail farther down his body until she was at the inside of his thigh, just beneath his balls. With a flick of her wrist, she delivered a light, stinging tap. Nothing too hard at first. She continued to do this along the inside and outside of his thighs, over his groin, a couple of barely there taps along his penis and then she started again.
Rather than deliver pain, Mercedes was more interested in stimulating the blood flow in these areas, making Xander completely aware of every touch, every caress of air over his skin.
His cock was still rock hard and protruding out from his body at an upward angle which gave Mercedes the perfect view of a bead of pre-cum that developed on the head. As she continued to tap the crop over his outer thigh, she leaned forward and licked the head of his dick like an ice cream cone, eliciting another sharp gasp of air from Xander.
Nice. He was right where she wanted him.
Turning her attention back to Clarissa, Mercedes smiled at the woman. “Come here, Rissa,” Mercedes instructed.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Connecting with Shane’s gaze over Clarissa’s head, Mercedes waited for his nod. She would continue as long as these two were willing participants. She received a subtle head nod from Shane, and then she took Clarissa’s arm gently, as the two of them moved closer to Xander.
Clarissa looked at her, and Mercedes could see an obvious question in her eyes.
“What’s on your mind, Rissa? Do you have a question for me?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Clarissa answered sweetly, her eyes never wavering from Mercedes’s face.
“Ask.”
“This might be a dumb question, but I won’t be required to hurt him, will I?”
“There is never a dumb question when it comes to BDSM,” Mercedes offered easily. “The more you ask, the more you learn. That’s the key. And to answer your question, no, you will never be asked to deliver pain to X.”
“Thank you, Mistress M.”
Mercedes wasn’t sure whether Clarissa was thanking her for answering her or thanking her for not making it a requirement that she have to hurt Xander. Either way, Mercedes was impressed with the woman. She seemed eager to learn, nervous as hell, but ultimately, Mercedes got the impression she was longing to continue.
“Confirm for me one more time that you’re ok with this,” Mercedes told Clarissa, watching her closely.
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m ok with this.”
There was still a hint of hesitancy in Clarissa’s eyes, but her response appeared genuine. “Good girl. I want you on your knees.”
Clarissa’s eyes widened briefly, but she didn’t balk at the demand. “Yes, Mistress M.”
“Wait,” Mercedes said when Clarissa began to go to her knees right at Mercedes’s feet. “I want you over here.”
Pulling Clarissa along, Mercedes positioned h
er directly in front of Xander, and she could see the slight tremble in Clarissa’s hands as they moved closer. “Remember your safe word, Rissa. If it’s more than you can handle, just say the word and everything will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress M.”
Figuring she’d been lenient enough thus far, Mercedes decided it was time to get down to business. More specifically, it was time to watch Xander squirm.
Chapter Thirty Five
Xander knew exactly what was about to happen, and he was finding it hard to continue to play along.
With Clarissa standing less than a few inches in front of him, he could feel the heat of her body and see the evidence of her arousal in her beaded nipples protruding through the thin silk sheath she wore. He also noticed that, for the last few minutes, she’d started glancing outside into the club.
Who was she looking at?
He had tried to follow her gaze, but there were just enough people to make it futile to try and guess. Xander was having a difficult enough time trying to keep his head in the game, much less trying to find whom Clarissa had just set her sights on.
Clarissa was a beautiful woman, but no matter how hard he tried, the only way he could keep his erection was to think of the things Mercedes had just done to him. The way her soft, smooth hands felt against his skin, the way her eyes met his even briefly, heat and passion lingering there for him to see.
And he didn’t have anything against Clarissa. In fact, had it been five days ago, he wouldn’t have balked at the idea of a scene such as this one. Well, almost like this one – never would he willingly sign up to be a submissive.
But that wasn’t the point.
He just knew that he couldn’t go through with this.
He didn’t want to play with anyone else. He didn’t want to be with anyone else.
It was just a damn good thing he was restrained because he knew without a doubt that he would defy Mercedes if she insisted that he touch Clarissa. He just didn’t have it in him.
He tried to keep himself distanced, tried to figure out what Mercedes was up to but he had a hard time getting into it.
How far was she willing to go before she figured out she’d pushed too far? How far was Clarissa going to go before she realized what Mercedes was up to?
Because, without a doubt, Xander knew that Mercedes was trying to prove something through Clarissa.
And it wasn’t fucking working.
“Lift your dress to your hips,” Mercedes commanded Clarissa as the two women stood before him.
Holy fuck.
Ok, he was definitely on the right track. Mercedes was in rare form tonight. Maybe because she’d had to repress her dominant side for the last few days, or maybe because she was trying to prove something. Hell, he had no idea.
The brief moment of hesitation was Clarissa’s next mistake, and Xander noticed the moment Mercedes decided on her punishment. “Wait. Scratch that. Take the dress off.”
Clarissa’s eyes widened, and her gaze locked with Mercedes’s as her breathing became labored.
“Remember your safe word, Rissa. Unless you intend to use it, I expect you to do as I say.”
“Yes, m-Ma’am,” Clarissa stuttered as she slowly lifted the hem of her short dress up, the emerald silk sliding slowly up over her hips, exposing her bare pussy to Xander’s gaze and her ass to the group of people who’d gathered outside of the glass enclosed room.
Movement out of the corner of his eye had Xander briefly looking over to see that Shane was moving. He wasn’t moving closer to Clarissa, rather he was staying along the perimeter of the glass wall but he was obviously getting into a better position.
It was while he had been watching Shane that he noticed exactly who Clarissa had been looking at.
Trent Ramsey.
Shit.
Xander knew for a fact that she didn’t know him. Based on her earlier reaction, the two hadn’t even been introduced briefly. You wouldn’t know it by the heated look on Trent’s face. He was watching Clarissa intently. Almost as though he had staked his claim on her in the last few minutes.
As Clarissa’s body came into full view, Xander volleyed between watching her and watching Trent. The man was riveted, but he looked pretty damn pissed all the same. It was a fucking strange reaction from a man who had never met this woman.
Glancing back at Clarissa, Xander watched as her flat belly and the pebbled tips of her dusky pink nipples came into view.
Clarissa wasn’t a short woman, but she wasn’t tall either. A little less than average probably. Her slender body was outlined with subtle curves that… Trent Ramsey was all but consuming with his eyes.
“Beautiful,” Mercedes said approvingly, drawing Xander’s attention back to the two women.
Clarissa’s nipples hardened even more, the pink tips darkening with arousal, her stomach muscles clenching and her gaze was now transfixed on Trent again.
Fuck.
This scene was sinking like a ship and fast. When he met Mercedes’s gaze, he noticed that even she had realized it.
She was pushing, trying to hold onto the control, but there were too many factors that she wasn’t taking into consideration.
“Stand directly in front of X and then lower yourself to your knees,” Mercedes instructed in detail.
Xander watched intently as Clarissa took a tentative step closer and then lowered her naked self to her knees in front of him. He noticed that she was careful to keep her legs tightly locked together, but her gaze never travelled outside of the room.
The woman had no idea that she’d just invited Mercedes’s own personal brand of torture. The kind he thoroughly enjoyed watching when Mercedes was doing a scene at Kink, but tonight he didn’t much care for.
“Spread your legs wide.”
Clarissa sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, but she spread her knees. Xander wouldn’t consider that wide, but he had to give her props for trying.
From where he stood, even if her legs were spread completely apart, he wouldn’t be able to see the glistening folds of her pussy. He also knew that due to the way she was angled, the audience that had now gathered outside the glass window wouldn’t be able to see clearly either. That included Trent. Maybe a couple of people along the side walls, but the majority would be denied that pleasure. Undoubtedly he knew that was Mercedes’s intention, but he figured Clarissa hadn’t realized it yet.
“Are you wet, Rissa?”
“Yes, Mis- Mistress M,” Clarissa said, her entire body trembling slightly.
“Show us,” Mercedes said and Xander glanced over at her.
She was standing with her feet apart, those fuck me boots making her sexy legs look hotter than fucking hell. Her corset was cinched tight enough that her breasts spilled over the top, but her sweet nipples were still hidden from view.
He fully intended to clamp her nipples as punishment for putting him through this. He remembered how much she’d enjoyed both the pleasure and the pain the last time he’d done it.
His dick throbbed at the memory.
Fuck, could they just get on with this?
He wanted out of these fucking restraints. Out of this fucking room. He’d much prefer somewhere that they could be alone, and he could get Mercedes naked and beneath him.
Going forward, he was not going to take his eyes off of her. He couldn’t. And if he couldn’t admire her naked, he’d soothe himself with an eyeful of her glorious ass encased in that sinfully short leather mini-skirt. If she bent just right, he’d get a nice glimpse of her smooth cunt because he knew she wasn’t wearing panties either.
“Show us, Clarissa.” Mercedes’s tone sharpened as she took a step closer to Clarissa, who was kneeling on the floor at Xander’s feet.
Xander forced his eyes to Clarissa, wondering if this was the moment she would safe word out. For the first time in his life, he wished like hell a sub would use their safe word.
Please use your fucking safe word.
But no,
that’s not what happened because life was just that cruel sometimes. Rather than calling out whatever goddamn flower she had used as her safe word, Clarissa dipped her hand down between her legs and pulled back two fingers glistening with her juices.
“Lick your fingers clean.”
Xander glanced out into the club, watching Trent. The man was watching Clarissa, his tongue damn near hanging out of his mouth.
Fuck, maybe Trent would interrupt the scene. The man seemed to have a hard on for Clarissa. If they were all lucky, maybe the arrogant actor would waltz right in and claim the damsel in distress as his own, just like they did in the movies. If he didn’t, Xander wasn’t sure he was going to survive this scene.
In all honesty, it wasn’t going anything like he expected. Well, aside from him being tied up and naked. That was something he would expect from Mercedes. But she wasn’t focused on him. Somewhere along the way, she’d made this about Clarissa.
Was she scared?
Knowing she would never admit to it, Xander forced the question away, looking back down at Clarissa kneeling in front of him. She was using her tongue to clean her fingers had Xander looked up at Shane, noticing the man was on the verge of swallowing his own tongue.
Oh, fuck. That wasn’t going to end well. Trent, Clarissa and Shane.
Right.
“Very nice.” Mercedes’s voice echoed in the small room. “Now I want to watch you suck X’s big, beautiful cock,” Mercedes told Clarissa.
Fuck no. No, no, no. This was not going to happen.
Mercedes turned away and retrieved something from the counter behind her. When she came back, she handed a foil packet to Clarissa.
“Put this on him,” she instructed. “I think you’ll like this one. It tastes like grapes.”
At least Mercedes had the good sense to remember protection.
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