Nicole Edwards - Perception

“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.

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.