Nicole Edwards - Perception

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 said 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.