Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(45)

As I stand in front of the mirror, I look at myself for a long moment. Pushing my shoulders back and licking my lips, I try to make myself look the way I feel on the inside—sexual, confident, seductive.

I pull my blouse over my head and unfasten my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, I’m wearing a white padded bra that shows a bit of cleavage and a matching white thong. I desperately need to buy some better lingerie.

After giving myself a quick I can do this pep talk, I head upstairs. What I find as I turn the corner into my bedroom has me feeling weak in the knees.

Beau, in all his tan, muscled beauty, is kneeling on the carpet in my bedroom, naked from head to toe, his cock hanging hard and heavy against his thigh. His head is bowed, letting a wisp of brown hair fall over his eyes as he stares obediently at the floor.

My mouth goes dry and my heartbeat picks up speed, hammering in my chest. I pause as I realize the possibilities that are within my grasp at this very moment. He’s giving himself to me. To use and do whatever I want with his body.

Do I deserve this?

Am I good enough for him?

I catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror across the room, and I see the same self-deprecating, fearful, shy woman I just saw downstairs and for all of my life.

But that’s not who I am. That’s just a role I play, a form I’ve fit myself into.

I am the woman in the masquerade mask that night at the club, about to meet a total stranger.

I’m the woman Beau wants. I own a goddamn sex club, for fuck’s sake.

I am his Domme.

With my eyes on the mirror, I stand taller and take a deep breath. Then, I cross the room, stroking his head as I pass him, headed toward the dresser, where I open the top drawer to find a silk scarf. I toss it on the bed before sitting on the edge and calling to him.

“Crawl to me.”

Without looking up, he does, a little faster than last time and clearly eager for what’s to come.

When he kneels between my legs, I lift my foot and drag the top slowly across his abdomen, over every hard ridge of muscle, before resting it on his shoulder. My leg falls open, and he tries to keep his eyes down but quickly loses the fight as he drags them up. With his gaze right at the level of my open thighs, he stares longingly at the spot between my legs.

“Seeing you on the floor like that does things to me,” I tell him, and he glances up to my face. There is a wanton need in his eyes and I feel it too. Every bit of it. And I want to prolong this, tease him with it, make it last forever until it’s so explosive, it takes us both out.

“Knowing you’re mine and no one else’s…it makes me wet for you, Beau.”

He licks his lips as he looks back down at my core.

“Do you want to see it?” I ask.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you want to taste it?”

His lips are parted as he nods. “Fuck yes, ma’am.”

Reaching down, I grab him by the hair again, tilting his face up toward me. “Do you deserve that?”

He nods.

“After you flirted with that girl?” I ask with attitude.

“I did it to get your attention,” he admits, and I smile at his honesty.

“You wanted to make me jealous?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Why?” I ask, feeling a little confused.

After thinking about it for a moment, he shrugs. “Because I’m a brat.”

“My brat,” I add.

“Yes, your brat.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he answers without hesitation.

“Good boy,” I reply as I bring his face down, closer to the heat growing between my thighs. “Take these off and see for yourself.”

Eagerly, he wraps his fingers around the elastic of my thong and I use the leverage against his shoulder to lift up enough to let him drag them down my legs.

With my hand still gripping his hair, I shift myself closer to the edge as I pull his face right where I want it.

“Go ahead, have a taste,” I say, and I swear I hear the faintest growl rumble through his body. I lose my breath as he lets his tongue hang over his lower lip and drags it hungrily through my folds, going all the way up to my clit, where he latches his lips, sucking as he lets out a long moan.

I can’t help the soft whimper that escapes my lips, but when he starts to take over, I pull him away.

“I said a taste.”

He stares up at me with a mischievous expression, a hint of a smile and hooded eyes. I admire for a moment how well he fits this role, how perfect he is when he obeys.

“You’re going to use that mouth of yours to make me come, but first, I want to hear you say it again. Tell me who you belong to.”

His grin is almost wolfish as he replies, “I’m yours.”

“Good. Now, don’t come up for air until I pull you up, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers.

Tightening my grip on his hair, I shove his face back between my legs and the growl he lets out this time is not subtle. I gasp loudly as he devours me, the coarse texture of his facial hair tickling my clit as he licks his way inside me. My eyes don’t leave him for a second, watching him lap and suck every moist and throbbing inch of me, until I’m left panting and gasping for air.