Six months later, January…
At the grand opening of Alluring Indulgence Resort
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Mercedes said, a pretty pout on her lips.
“I always know what I’m doing,” he assured her. Granted this time he wasn’t quite as confident. He’d already attempted this once, and he wasn’t exactly sure what made them think it would work a second time, but here they were.
Acting as Mercedes’s submissive for this one last scene was going to take a certain set of skills he didn’t think he even possessed. It wasn’t all that much different than the night at Devotion, but he remembered clearly how that had turned out. A total fucking disaster.
And to make it worse, the Walker brothers were hanging around which didn’t make him at all eager to take those stairs down to the first floor.
In truth, after the way that night had turned out, he hadn’t expected Mercedes to follow through with the second request, but it had inadvertently come up in conversation just a week ago. At first, he thought she was going to try to talk herself out of it, but Xander had insisted.
It didn’t mean he was at all happy or that he didn’t hate that he would have to pretend to submit once more. But he did know, with absolute certainty that he could not go back on his word. They’d had an agreement. She would submit to him if he submitted to her.
It didn’t seem to matter that she’d submitted to him completely for all these months either. A deal was a deal.
However, he was glad to see that there was a significant difference between this scene and the one they’d done at Devotion when she had successfully restrained him and blown his mind with her dominance, even though she had considered that night a failure.
First, he wasn’t wearing a collar.
Second, he wasn’t weighed down by wrist shackles.
And third, they’d talked and come up with a plan ahead of time so there wouldn’t be any surprises.
He’d appreciated all of those points considering they were at Alluring Indulgence, and the Walkers would be present. Based on what they had predetermined, if things went accordingly, he wasn’t even sure people would realize what they were seeing. He knew what they would expect to see though, so it would probably work out in both of their favors.
It was all about perception.
His.
Hers.
And everyone else’s.
It was true, people only saw what they wanted to see. In this case, it didn’t matter whether they believed the man was always the Dom, or that the Dom wielded all the power. There was a drastic difference between what they wanted to see and what reality was.
“Since you’re so confident, then what are we waiting for?” Mercedes asked him – he knew it was rhetorical – as she turned toward the sweeping staircase that would take them to the main area on the first floor.
It wasn’t like it was a death march, but Xander preferred to pretend not to think about what they were doing or where they were going. Instead, he busied himself with checking out the beautiful woman who was now leading the way. He was supposed to be playing a part, keeping his eyes forward, not ogling her, but the woman was absolutely breathtaking, and he found himself devoid of any and all willpower where she was concerned.
They were in costume, as Mercedes had put it. He wore nothing more than a pair of leather pants, his shit kickers and sterling silver hoops in his nipples. He’d traded the titanium bars for the hoops at the last minute and the way Mercedes had eyed him had given him the courage to go through with this.
No one ever said you had to be submissive to seek approval from the person that you loved. Xander was certainly no exception. To know that she was going to enjoy this as much as he was made it all worthwhile.
Then again, he wasn’t the main attraction. Mercedes was. It wasn’t what he was wearing that would catch people’s attention anyway. Especially not with a tall, willowy, curvy in all the right places, incredibly beautiful woman at his side.
Tonight, Mercedes’s body was showcased in a ruby red baby doll nighty that did little to hide the stunning body beneath. Her nipples were visible through the sheer material, and her long legs were accentuated by fishnet stockings with those sexy fuck me heels on her feet.
But when she turned away from him, that’s when Xander’s mouth went dry. Her luscious ass was on full display, a tiny G-string doing nothing whatsoever to shield her glorious backside.
It was an outfit very similar to the one he’d had her put on the very first night she submitted to him at Devotion. He couldn’t help but wonder whether that was intentional on her part.
The view definitely made what was about to happen a little easier.
Apparently someone had been thinking ahead because, as they began to descend the stairs, Erotica by Madonna began playing on the overhead speakers.
Interesting choice.
Doing his best to stay focused, Xander allowed Mercedes to lead him to the center of the main room, straight to the oversized, black leather, circular sofa that was the focal point of the open space. Luckily no one stopped them to chat. Xander could tolerate a lot, but tonight, he had no intention of making small talk.
At least not until this was over.
When they stopped at the sofa, Mercedes mumbled, “I hope you’re ready for this.”
Taking his seat, he looked up at her, met her beautiful gray gaze and said, “Baby, you have no idea. But just wait until later. I fully intend to make your pretty ass blush with my hand.”
His words seemed to have taken Mercedes by surprise, but to her credit, she didn’t show any outward reaction. Rather than waiting to see what she’d come back with, Xander got into position on the couch, lying flat on his back. Because of his height, he stretched from one side to the other, but nothing was hanging off, which was good.
He couldn’t help it, he looked over, tracking her with his eyes as she came around the sofa to stand near his head.
“Eyes above you. Not on me,” she commanded.
His cock jerked in response. He might not submit to her by choice, but he did enjoy her demanding side from time to time.
As the song continued, Xander freed his cock from the confining leather, stroking himself ever so slowly as he waited for Mercedes to get into position. She had strictly instructed that he was to tempt her, but he wasn’t allowed to come. For a scene, this one was incredibly tame, especially for Mercedes, but again, he hadn’t complained.
It sure beat the alternative.
When she kneeled over him, one knee on each side of his head, he sucked in a sharp breath, praying he would be able to control himself. As with anytime he was with her, the rest of the world receded. The only person who mattered was her, and this time wasn’t any different.
Knowing that she was intimately watching him, Xander continued to jack his cock with one hand, the tension in his balls intensifying as her sweet scent flooded his senses. Keeping his other hand resting at his side and not touching her the way he wanted was the hardest thing about tonight. But somehow he managed.
That’s when Mercedes blew his fucking mind. She reached one hand between her legs, sliding her thong to the side as she lowered her pussy to his mouth.
He could imagine what people saw when they looked at them. A wonton woman sprawled over him, ready to ride his face for all she was worth. While her obedient sub focused solely on her, his one and only goal was to make her come. With his mouth.
With her orgasm his full priority, Xander licked her.
Slowly at first, teasing gently before sucking her clit. It wasn’t long before she was grinding her pussy against his mouth, her soft moans vibrating through her body, not heard over the sound of the music.
His cock was throbbing, his balls drawing up against his body as he continued to stroke himself, wishing like fuck that her mouth was on him, but that wasn’t the way it was planned. Instead, he fought the urge to come while he ate her pussy, relishing the way she was riding his face.
It wasn’t until she came, her body shuddering above him that Xander realized just what he’d do to make the woman come undone.
Even if it meant she would withhold his release from him. Which she evidently intended to do.
Once she was sated – even if it were just the beginning of their night together – Mercedes crawled down him, making her way to the opposite end. When she paused, grinding her hot cunt against his straining erection, he sucked in air. Even with her panties acting as a barrier between them, he felt the wet heat and it was enough to make him nearly come in his hand.
“Not yet,” she demanded as she glanced back over her shoulder. He could barely hear her over the music from the loud speakers and the people talking around them, but he knew what she said.
With a dangerous chokehold on his cock, an attempt to keep from losing it right then and there, Xander started counting slowly to himself. It was the only alternative to grabbing her hips and pulling her down on top of him.
She surprised him when she stood up. Instead of asking him to get up, like they had planned in advance, Mercedes offered him a wicked grin. One that spoke of promises and retribution.
Figured.
He was in a position that he couldn’t very well get out of because he’d agreed well in advance, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to.
No, Xander reached deep inside and latched onto his control, while Mercedes came around near his head once more. He was looking up at her, she was looking down at him. When she knelt on the floor, he couldn’t imagine what the hell she was doing, but he waited.
“Put your cock away,” she told him.
Yeah, that wasn’t going to be quite as easy as it looked. But she probably knew that. His dick was throbbing, and the leather pants were going to cause a significant amount of discomfort. But he did it anyway.
Managing to tuck himself back in his pants, he still didn’t move.
“This is for you,” she whispered near his ear and she retrieved something from beneath the sofa.
Son of a bitch.
He wanted to laugh, but he didn’t. It wasn’t part of the scene.
None of this was.
“Raise your head up.”
He did.
Mercedes proceeded to buckle that goddamn collar around his neck once more.
“Sit up.”
Xander sat up, swinging his legs around and over the side of the sofa, his painfully hard cock causing a tremendous amount of discomfort, but he didn’t say a word.
“Stand up.”
Rising to his feet, he kept his gaze fixed on her.
Mercedes stood, coming to stand directly in front of him and that was when he realized she was holding something else.
It wasn’t until she reached up and buckled it to the D ring on the collar that he figured out just what it was.
The wicked woman had leashed him. She’d actually clipped a fucking leash to the fucking collar around his fucking neck.
He took a deep breath. Let it out.
Mercedes stepped closer, went up on her toes and brushed her mouth to his. “I’m just making sure there is absolutely no doubt in anyone’s mind exactly who you belong to.”
He nodded, still not saying a word. He was supposed to be playing a part. And he had to hand it to himself… he was doing a damn fine job.
Because, in less than five minutes, he was going to have the collar off, and the leash would be used to redden her backside nicely.
Right before he fucked her until she didn’t remember her own name.