“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 bobbing 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.
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 her 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.