When they reached the car, the driver opened it for her, and then Xander spoke to the man as she climbed inside. The only words she could make out were “detour” and “scenic route”. Although she pretended not to hear anything, Mercedes’s heart rate sped up.
Rightfully so as it turned out because the moment Xander climbed into the limo behind her, she noticed the intense expression on his face.
“Come here,” he ordered, his tone laced with nothing but pure dominance.
She complied easily, without question. Or reservation.
There wasn’t a lot of room to maneuver in the backseat of the limousine, but there was enough. For what she sensed he wanted anyway.
Xander spread his legs and guided her onto her knees on the floor between them. She kept her eyes locked with his, waiting for his next command.
“Unfasten my pants,” he told her.
Mercedes did.
“Put your hands on my cock.”
She did that too.
All the while, she continued to stare into his eyes. Xander might’ve been fighting the emotion that was tearing him up inside, but she could feel it radiating from him. He might’ve been commanding her, but there was a plea in his eyes. He needed this.
He needed her.
Mercedes continued to stroke him slowly, watching him as she did. Xander shifted, forcing his slacks down farther, freeing his cock completely.
“I want to feel your mouth on me,” he said huskily.
Mercedes didn’t say a word, doing as he wanted. And she didn’t do it because he ordered her to. She did it because she wanted to. She wanted to relieve him of his pain, whatever was eating away at him, she wanted to soothe him. And if this were what he needed from her, she’d gladly offer it.
It was a true testament to everything she’d been feeling for him lately.
Being a submissive – his submissive – wasn’t at all what she’d thought it would be. Giving up control to someone was not that easy, but when it came to Xander, Mercedes found that she was willing to do damn near anything to please him. Even if she still held back at times. Even if she still had a burning urge to dominate him, to prove to them both that she wasn’t the type of woman to be walked on.
Although, Xander had proven in recent days that submissive didn’t mean she was being reduced to less of a person. The opposite actually. She felt empowered when she was with Xander, especially when he was looking at her the way he was now.
Lowering her head, she swiped at the head of his cock gently, just a breath of air and the very tip of her tongue. Xander’s thighs tightened, and Mercedes continued.
To her surprise, Xander didn’t put his hands in her hair. He didn’t try to guide her mouth to his cock, nor did he try to thrust up into her mouth. No, he let her lead, allowed her to take control although they both knew he was still dominating every single second they were together.
Xander’s hands fisted at his sides, proving that he was holding back. It only made her want to push him harder. Using every skill she possessed, Mercedes did her best to drive him crazy. Adding her hands to the mix, she tugged at his slacks, forcing them down to his knees, cupping his balls, kneading them gently while she continued to lick and suck, never moving too quickly. She wanted him to let go, to finally let go.
But he didn’t.
Just when she thought he was going to lose it, Xander moved, pulling her up from the floor until she was straddling his legs. He crushed his mouth to hers, sliding his fingers into her hair and holding her close. His other hand moved around to her back, gliding beneath her shirt and caressing her skin gently.
“Let me feel you,” she told him when their mouths separated. “Let me feel you inside me.”
Since she had on a skirt, it wasn’t difficult to adjust herself so that she could take him. The only thing in their way was her panties but to her surprise, Xander made quick work of that by ripping them off of her.
That made two pair. And yes, it was just as hot the second time to have him desperate enough to rip her clothes off.
Pleasure ignited in her core. A burning lust that had only been smoldering for the last few hours, never completely burning itself out. And now, it flared into a blaze of heat so powerful, she wasn’t sure she’d survive it.
When Xander guided himself inside of her, Mercedes let him. She let him control everything from that point because the only thing she could focus on was how good he felt as he thrust inside her over and over.
He pulled her mouth back to his, kissing her until she could hardly breathe, hardly think for wanting him.
“Mercedes,” he growled her name as he pulled his lips from hers. But he didn’t move away, he just held her to him as she continued to lift and lower herself onto him while he met her thrust for thrust.