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off limits. After all, one plus one certainly did not equal two Doms.
That equation didn’t work in her lifestyle so she’d never worried about it
before.
    She was
certainly worried about it now.
    Remembering
Xander’s question, Mercedes swallowed hard. “Yes, Master X,” she answered
diligently, referring to him as he preferred to be called in the club – for
Samantha’s and Logan’s benefit only. Master was a sign of respect, and even
though she wasn’t his sub, Mercedes wouldn’t disagree that he’d earned that
respect.
    When
Xander’s palm flattened on the inside of her thigh, slowly moving upward,
Mercedes bit the inside of her cheek. When the tips of his fingers grazed the
curls at the apex of her thighs, she sucked in a sharp breath.
    “Are you
wet?” he asked, his tone authoritative, his gaze still locked with hers.
    He was
putting on a show, and she knew it was her turn to flip the switch on her
acting skills. Not that she would be entirely acting.
    Dammit.
    “Yes,
Sir,” she said, proud of herself for getting the words out.
    As though
he didn’t believe her, his hand continued to roam higher until he was reaching
between her legs, cupping her mound. He rested his hand there for a moment
before he curled one finger under and slid it through her folds.
    “So wet,”
he growled, the sound incredibly sexy. “So fucking wet.”
    Mercedes
wondered whether he was just as shocked as she was by how turned on she was.
Both by him and the situation.
    Xander
leaned forward, his chest pressing against her. She felt the heat of his breath
on her neck, the rise and fall of his chest against her back. “Fucking hell, M.
You’re gonna kill me here.”
    She
wanted to return the sentiment, but clamped her mouth shut instead.
    His words
were merely a whisper, yet they sounded as tormented as she felt. Mercedes had
no idea whether she should be pleased or worried. This was quickly getting out
of control. More importantly, this wasn’t supposed to be about her. Or Xander,
for that matter. This was supposed to be for Samantha’s benefit.
    Briefly,
Mercedes glanced back at the couple through the mirror, noticing that their
eyes were focused on her and Xander.
    Mercedes
had come to terms with giving Samantha a glimpse into the infamous world of
BDSM by acting as Xander’s sub for a short scene, but her body’s reaction was
belying her demand that this was only a demonstration.
    When he
finally took a step back, Mercedes inhaled deeply, but then she suddenly missed
the warmth of his body against hers.
    Wait. No. No, she didn’t. This was a demonstration. Not the real thing.
    The
flogger tails trailed over her skin lightly again, causing her body to tense
with anticipation once more. By the way that the leather consistently brushed
over her skin, she knew Xander was focused. It wasn’t long before the soothing
stroke was replaced by a soft sting that began as he flicked his wrist, the
heavy leather strands making contact over and over again. With every additional
slap, her body was warming and her pussy throbbing.
    She could
think of only a couple of occasions when she’d been on the receiving end of
those tails, and those instances were purely learning opportunities for her.
She had to learn how to use one in order to ensure she didn’t hurt anyone. But
this, this was vastly different.
    Never had
she actually started to enjoy it. Not like this.
    Sure, she
had always admired the way Xander used the tools of the trade, and she had to
admit, he was incredibly sensual in his movements, but she’d never felt the
effect firsthand.
    With her
eyes closed, the images that floated through her mind lined up with the
stinging blows that began across her ass, on her upper thighs, and Mercedes
worried that she was going to lose control.
    “Is that
what you want, pet?” he asked her softly, pulling her back from the brink as
his hands traced the heated lines he’d created on her ass.
    “Yes,
Master X.” Shit, that had been