Never had he imagined Mercedes or Clarissa kissing another woman, but holy fuck, this was hotter than he could’ve imagined.
Forcing himself to look away, he glanced at Xander, noticing how the man was tensing right beside them, his face tilted down as he watched them. Lucky bastard. He had a much better view than Shane did.
“And how do you plan to respond next time?” Mercedes asked as she pulled her mouth away slowly.
Shit, if Shane had anything to say about it, Clarissa would be defying Mercedes at every turn. Especially if he had that to look forward to.
~~*~~*~~
Clarissa wasn’t sure she was breathing. She was overwhelmed by the wondrous scent of Mercedes and the way her soft lips had felt against her own. Oh, God, she’d just been kissed by a woman.
A freaking woman.
And yet, she’d enjoyed it.
She wanted more. She wanted to know what Mercedes’s tongue would feel like in her mouth, her hands on her body. Holy shit. This was so not good. She wasn’t supposed to lust after a woman, but she was. Oh, God she was.
She truly had no idea how she felt about that, aside from it being way more than she expected. She wanted to attribute the strange sensation in her belly to her shock, but she wasn’t quite so sure.
Mercedes was beautifully breathtaking. Her flawless alabaster skin, her long, silky black hair, and her soft gray eyes had always filled Clarissa with a strange envy. Not that she wanted to be Mercedes, but she certainly didn’t mind admiring her. Then, as though her beauty weren’t enough, the woman exuded confidence from her pores. It was evident in the way she walked, moved, spoke.
“Yes, Mistress M,” Clarissa said softly, remembering that Mercedes had asked her a question.
Apparently her answer was the appropriate one because Mercedes leaned in once more and pressed another kiss to her lips. Clarissa wanted to open her mouth, to allow Mercedes in, to explore her with her tongue…
“Good girl,” Mercedes said with a sexy grin as she pulled away.
Clarissa was breathless, and Mercedes’s eyes glittered with what Clarissa hoped was approval. Was this part of the deal? Was Mercedes going to be with her? Like with her - with her? Was that even something Clarissa wanted? Based on the way her insides were smoking from the flames that had ignited down low, she was beginning to think the answer was yes.
Or was this some sort of a test to see how much she could take? Or how far Xander could be pushed?
Based on the expression on Mercedes’s beautiful face, she had to assume the latter. Mercedes seemed very much interested in Xander, not her. Not to mention, she knew for a fact that Mercedes wasn’t into women.
“Very nice,” Mercedes said, letting her soft, delicate thumb graze over Clarissa’s lower lip once more before she released her.
When Mercedes looked up at Xander, Clarissa saw the way their eyes met. It was a challenge, and she seemed to be in the middle of it. Not that she was complaining because well… shit. She wasn’t sure why it didn’t bother her.
Rather than dwell on it, she kept that in mind as she listened for Mercedes’s next instruction.
“Now, I want Xander naked,” Mercedes instructed more firmly and this time Clarissa responded with a confident, “Yes, Ma’am,” before proceeding to undress Xander.
She was having difficulty removing his leather pants, but it wasn’t because they were tight, or even all that difficult to remove. Clarissa was just too busy admiring his gorgeous physique. Where Shane was lean and sleekly muscled, Xander was thick and bulky. She knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be able to circle Xander’s bicep with both hands. He was that freaking big.
And his legs were larger than her own waist, although they weren’t bodybuilder bulky like she would’ve expected. Instead, they were stout like tree trucks and incredibly nice to look at.
Trying to keep her excitement reined in, Clarissa slowly lowered his leathers, carefully freeing his cock as she went. Once again, she was transfixed by the sight of him. His cock was long and thick and slightly curved to the left. In one word, he was… gorgeous.
The urge to lick her lips was too great to pass up, so she did, not bothering to look up at Xander, nor did she look behind her to see where Shane was. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze searing every inch of her skin. She just wished he’d move around for a better view. For some reason, she needed to see him, to feel that connection with him.
This was a learning experience for her as well, and she was finding that she much preferred Shane’s dominance than anyone else’s. Shane made her feel safe. In ways that other Doms didn’t. Sometimes she feared she would never respond to another Dom the same way again.