“Very nice,” he said with such approval, Mercedes closed her eyes. “Now tell me how many swats you think you’ve earned tonight, pet.”
How many?
Crap.
She was going to have to think about that one for a minute. That was a question she was used to asking of her own subs. A too low number would have Xander tacking on more, a too high number would have her asking for something she didn’t necessarily want.
“You think on that for a minute,” he told her as she heard him shuffle behind her. “Let me know when you have a number.”
Mercedes wondered what the hell he was going to do and why he insisted on making her crazy. That’s when warm, moist air blew across her clit, and she knew what he was about to do.
His tongue slid against her, and she cried out. “Oh, God, yes.”
It felt too good. Between the vibrations in her ass that had subsided to a more tolerable level, the only thing she could focus on was his tongue on her clit. More than anything, she wanted him to fuck her. She’d been riding a fine edge all day, ever since earlier in the afternoon when he’d made her come with his mouth.
Holy shit. Had that really been today?
She felt as though he’d been tormenting her for days, not just mere hours. Heaven help her if he did decide to hold out because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive not feeling him inside of her soon.
He doubled his efforts with his tongue and then the vibration in her ass intensified, making her shriek from the pleasure that coursed through her.
“Did you come up with a number?” he asked, his voice moving with him.
He must’ve stood back up because his tongue was no longer teasing her, but he had replaced it with… Oh, shit. She could tell it wasn’t his finger. It was too big. Way too big.
Remembering he’d just asked a question, Mercedes managed to respond. “Yes, Sir. I’ve come up with a number.” Never mind the fact that that was a lie. But it would buy her a few seconds at least.
The vibrations in her ass increased, making her legs tremble as he pushed something deep inside of her pussy. Now she was full. So freaking full, and it was… Oh, God. It was amazing. If only he would add some friction, pull out and thrust the toy inside of her again because she was suddenly on the verge of begging to come.
“How many, pet?”
“Seven,” she said, not really thinking about the number, just shouting out the first thing that came to mind.
His gruff chuckle had the fine hairs on her arms standing up. Oh, God. Not enough, obviously.
“Did you pick seven because it’s your lucky number? Or because you really believe you only deserve seven?”
Leave it to Xander to want to clarify everything.
Damn Dom.
He knew her all too well. “It’s my lucky number, Sir.”
The vibrator seemed to settle deeper inside of her, but he didn’t pull it out, much to her dismay.
“Do you need to be fucked?” he asked her, surprising her with the change of subject.
“Yes, Sir.” That was an easy question to answer.
“How badly?”
“Very badly, Sir.”
God, she sounded like such a… submissive. But right at that moment, it seemed right. She wasn’t questioning her reaction to him. The fact that she was letting him tease her beyond mercy or knowing that there were probably a group of people getting off on her public humiliation.
The humiliation she was actually enjoying tremendously.
The fact that Xander seemed only focused on her was enough to allow her to give in to him.
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.
Chapter Nineteen
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.