Perception (18 page)

For a
brief second, the vibrations in her ass stopped completely, but she still felt
the fullness from what she assumed was another vibrator in her pussy.

Doing her
best to focus on her breathing, she wanted to try and gain some semblance of
control before he…

“Oh,
God!” she groaned as the vibrations started up again, this time in her ass, her
pussy and against her clit.

“Come for
me, pet.”

Coming on
command had never been something she could even fathom doing, but the
stimulation was such that she had no hope of staving off the orgasm that grew
stronger and stronger until…

“Fuck
yes!” she screamed as she came, thankful she was tied down because she was
pretty sure she’d have been a puddle on the floor otherwise.

Xander
wasn’t sure he’d ever been more impatient in his entire life. And he’d been
wearing thin for longer than just the drive home from Devotion.

After
delivering the fourteen licks that he’d determined – because, seriously seven
wasn’t even remotely close to enough – to Mercedes’s beautiful backside, he’d
made her come at least three more times in the process, but it wasn’t until the
final orgasm that he knew he might not be able to make it all the way home
before he had her.

It’d
taken several minutes to rouse Mercedes after her last powerful orgasm, but
once he did, he had quickly bundled her into his coat and then led her right
out of the building, without saying a single good-bye.

At that
moment, nothing had mattered except getting her home and spending the rest of
the night buried deep inside of her. While he had helped Mercedes into the
limo, Carson had gone back inside to retrieve her discarded clothing and
returned promptly.

Although
Xander would’ve been content to look at her wearing his coat and little else,
she’d insisted on getting dressed in the car. Back into the stunning turquoise
dress.

Sitting
by and watching her had been an added bonus. The woman was so graceful, even
when she was maneuvering into her clothing in a moving car with limited space.

As the
car came to a final halt, Xander let out a long exhale.

About
damn time.

Carson
pulled the limo up in front of their complex and Xander didn’t waste any time
before climbing out. Once again wearing the sexy dress, Mercedes insisted on
walking although he would’ve preferred to carry her. Instead of arguing,
because it wasn’t going to do him much good, he just took her hand and remained
silent until they reached the front door of his condo.

Once
inside though, Xander purposely ignored the fact that she had wanted to walk on
her own, and he lifted her into his arms, paying absolutely no attention to her
immediate rebuttal.

“Hush,” he
ordered. “Keep in mind, you’ve probably earned a few more licks tonight. Enough
to keep me busy for a while.”

Mercedes
instantly quieted.

“Does it
seem like this day will never end?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around
his neck, resting her head against his shoulder.

Xander
made his way up the stairs and to his bedroom without saying a word. If she
thought the day had been interminably long, she had no idea how he felt right
at that moment. Rather than deposit her on the bed like he would’ve preferred,
he took her into the master bathroom.

“If you
tell me we’re going to shower, I’m going to tell you how much I really like
you,” she mumbled drowsily.

“Well,
get prepared to like me,” he advised her as he set her on her feet in front of
the long vanity.

After
turning on the water, he waited for it to warm while he easily undressed
Mercedes. Once she was naked, he took his time removing the clamps from her
breasts.

“Oh,
fuck,” she groaned when he released the first clamp, using his hands to
stimulate the soft, warm globe while the blood rushed back to her nipple. When
he reached for the other clamp, Mercedes gripped his wrist.

“I’ve got
to take it off,” he informed her.

“I know.
Just… give me a minute,” she said, her breath rushing in and out.

When she
finally relaxed, nodding her head at him, Xander reached up and removed the
other clamp. Placing his hand over her breast, he squeezed as he leaned down
and pressed his mouth to hers. Kissing her was like heaven and hell mixed
together. She was so sweet, so damn responsive, but the way she kissed him back
made his dick ache all the more. He needed her. But they still needed to get
the shower out of the way.

Once the
steam began to fill the bathroom, Xander urgently removed his clothes, wrapped
Mercedes in his arms and led her into the glass enclosure.

“Oh, God,
the water feels good,” she said as the warmth cascaded over them.

“You feel
even better,” he told her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “But don’t
think I’m through with you yet, pet.”

In fact,
he was just getting started.

“Haven’t
you had enough?”

Had
enough? Was she kidding? He hadn’t had anything yet, except for hours and hours
of self-imposed torture. At this rate, his balls should’ve been glowing a nice
neon blue. He was scared to look down for fear they would be.

Instead,
he chuckled, amused by her obvious exhaustion. He’d fucked her with a dildo,
and she’d clearly forgotten that he had yet to come once since they’d agreed to
this just that morning.

He was
looking to change that in the very near future. 

Xander
pulled away from her, looking down into her eyes as he cupped her face in his
hands. “Not nearly enough.”

There was
the hint of a smile on her lips that made everything seem to right itself. Like
all of the events of the last few hours wouldn’t have to be categorized as one
big failure because if her smile was anything to go by, he’d at least done
something right.

What, he
didn’t know.

“As much
as I’d love to linger in here,” Mercedes said drowsily, “I’d much prefer a nice
soft bed.”

Xander
wouldn’t argue because he felt the same way. “As soon as I shave you, we’ll
make our way to the bed.”

The
drowsy smile on Mercedes’s face flashed to something akin to surprise. Ahh, so
she’d thought he was joking about that, did she?

“Turn
around,” he instructed, reaching for the bottle of shampoo that hadn’t been in
his shower that morning. It must’ve belonged to Mercedes and had been delivered
just as expected by his housekeeper, Janelle, while they’d been out.

Reaching
for the detachable shower head, Xander wet the long, silky strands of
Mercedes’s hair before applying a generous amount of shampoo. The scent that
filled his shower was unmistakably hers. He didn’t pretend to know much about
flowers, but he could distinctly define the scent of lavender that drifted on
the humid air around them.

After
washing her hair, he used the conditioner as well and then proceeded to soap
her body, taking the time to observe the creamy, smooth skin of her ass
ensuring there weren’t any marks. Once he was satisfied, he turned his
attention between her legs. When she began to moan softly while he soaped her
up, he smiled. She was right back to where he wanted her. Aroused.

When he
was satisfied with how clean she was, Xander took a step back before snatching
his own body wash from the shelf. He lathered himself, going as slow as he
could manage while Mercedes watched him – or more accurately, watched his hands
as he thoroughly soaped his rigid erection. He lingered on his cock longer than
necessary, but the way her eyes glazed over was almost enough to send him into
orbit. He was that fucking close.

He had to
stop her when she reached for him.

“Not yet,
pet. You’ll get your turn in a minute.” If he let her touch him now, he’d come
in her hand, and when he came, he fully intended to be inside of her. Fuck, he
hoped he lasted even that long.

“Lean
back against the wall and put your right foot on the ledge,” he told her as he
reached for the pink can of shaving cream sitting near the shampoo.

“Have you
ever done this before?” she asked him, sounding worried.

“Do you
really want me to answer that?” he asked sternly. He wasn’t interested in going
into detail about his past experiences, but yes, he’d certainly been in this
position more than once.

“No, I
don’t,” she finally said with a small smile.

“Trust
me, pet.”

Xander
filled his hand with shaving cream and lathered her mound before dropping to
his knees in front of her. The hard tile of the floor would’ve bothered him if
he hadn’t been distracted by the pretty picture she made standing above him,
her cunt open for his perusal.

Not
wanting to draw out the process for longer than necessary, Xander didn’t tease
her much as he focused on the razor in his hand. Instead, he worked diligently,
reapplying shaving cream when necessary, rinsing thoroughly until she was
completely bare.

That was
when he knew he’d reached his tipping point.

~~*~~*~~

Mercedes
would admit to her fear. Well, not out loud, but she’d definitely admit her
nerves were at war inside of her. And it had nothing to do with Xander wielding
a razor between her legs.

In fact,
that had been quite an experience. The man was precise about everything he did,
and shaving was something he was especially good at.

What he
was also good at was driving her crazy.

For the
last half hour, she’d stood in the shower with him, only briefly able to
physically touch his stellar body. Now, as he led her across the bedroom, going
directly for the bed, she prayed they would not pass go or collect anything on
their way.

She was
tired of waiting.

Touching
him was something she’d ached to do and after all of the amazing things he’d
done to her body since noon that day, she wasn’t sure she could wait much
longer.

“Please
tell me it’s my turn,” she whispered, trying to keep her request as
non-intimidating as possible. She truly wasn’t trying to top him. At the
moment, domination and submission weren’t even on her radar.

She just
wanted to freaking touch him.

Xander turned
to face her, the backs of his knees against the mattress. When he pulled her
against him, his big, warm body lining up with hers, she sucked in a breath.

The man
was perfection. All sleek, formidable muscle, long and corded beautifully.

And his
cock.

Sweet
mercy. He was big. Huge.

Not that
he looked impressively large against his way bigger than average frame, but
Mercedes could feel the heavy weight of his cock against her belly, and she
knew he was well above average.

Right
now, she wanted to measure him. With her mouth.

“Do you
think you’ve earned a turn?” he asked, that wicked gleam in his brilliant green
eyes.

“No,” she
said truthfully. As far as a submissive went, she’d failed miserably for most
of the day. And up until their scene at Devotion, she truly hadn’t put forth
much effort. Not until she realized exactly what she was holding out on.

Knowing
how much pleasure she could offer Xander by giving him her submission, she’d
finally relented. And holy freaking Toledo, had it been worth it.

“Good
answer,” he said as he cupped her chin. “Thank you for being honest.”

“Always,”
she told him, meaning it.

Mercedes
saw an unfamiliar emotion pass in his eyes, and she tried to pinpoint what it
might be, but before she could get that far, Xander was pulling her down onto
him.

“I want
to feel your hands on me,” he whispered gruffly. “I’ve waited a long time for
this, Mercedes.”

He’d said
her name. Not pet. Not “M”, his nickname for her. He’d said her name.

“I have,
too,” she told him truthfully. She had. Definitely all day and probably even
longer than that if she had to guess. Even if she hadn’t realized it, Mercedes
had been secretly wanting this. Perhaps for a really long time, she wasn’t
sure. But right now, she didn’t want to think about any of that.

Now that
she was lying on top of him, she had a little control on her side. But she held
back, letting him take the reins. When he pulled her head down so that their
mouths met, she held back longer than she thought possible.

And
that’s when everything went out the window.

It was no
longer Dom versus sub. This was all about two people; a man and a woman who
wanted one another with a desperation that threatened to suck the oxygen out of
the room.

The kiss
lingered for long minutes, but the hunger intensified. They were a jumble of
hands and lips and tongues as they reached and searched and stroked. Mercedes
felt his smooth, warm skin beneath her fingertips, the crisp hairs of his legs
against her shins, the heavy stalk of flesh against the apex of her thighs as
Xander ground his hips against hers.

Oh, how
she wanted this man. She could get lost in him for hours, and she fully
intended to.

Pulling
her mouth from his, she fought for air as she ran her lips down his neck, over
his collarbone. She didn’t try to pull away when he repositioned himself so
that he was fully on the bed, ending with her straddling his legs as she
caressed the hard angles of his chest.

She made
her way to his nipples, using her tongue and teeth to twist and pull the
titanium bars that ran through his nipples. God, that was so fucking sexy.
She’d never been with a man who had his nipples pierced, but fuck it was hot.
And she learned that the more she tugged, the more he moaned his pleasure.

“Does
that hurt?” she asked curiously, not stopping in her pursuit to torment him the
way he’d done to her all day long.

“Just a
little,” he said on a groan. “In a very good way.”

So, it
was true, Xander enjoyed that small bite of pain – just like she’d learned that
she did.

“God,
yes,” he groaned, palming the back of her head and holding her to him as she
teased his nipple relentlessly.

He only
released her enough so that she could move to the other side, savoring the feel
of his smooth skin against her lips, the cool metal against her tongue as she
continued to nip and pull – harder this time – until he was bucking up against
her.

Fearing
he was going to rush this before she was ready, although she wouldn’t have
complained if he’d driven his cock inside of her right then, Mercedes made a
wet path with her mouth down the center of his abs, lingering long enough to
outline each gentle ripple of muscle with her tongue. Moving lower, she trailed
the sexy muscles that formed a “V”, moving back up slowly, first one side, back
down. Then the other.