“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.