Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(81)

Using my key, I open the brightly lit back entrance, and check to make sure no one is in the employee hall that runs behind the club. It’s empty, since everyone is at the wedding anyway. Taking Beau’s hand, I lead him in behind me. There’s a service stairwell to the right that leads up to the VIP floor. Again, I check to make sure it’s empty before dragging him up.

Thankfully, the VIP area is dark, but it’s also…open play. Which might be a little much for Beau, something I forgot to warn him about. Too late now. As I lead him quickly through the large room, the moaning and cries of pleasure barely resonate over the music playing, I turn around to find him staring wide-eyed at the display around him.

Room twenty-three is just on the other side of the room, and I’m fast with my keycard, dragging him in and closing the door before he can gawk anymore. Once we’re inside, I stare at him, gauging his reaction.

“Holy shit,” he mutters quietly.

“Sorry, I should have warned you about that,” I reply.

“Yeah…you probably should have.” He’s wearing a contemplative expression, and I see the wheels turning in his head.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Is that how it’s going to be at the new club?” he asks. My spine tenses as I ready my answer, afraid this may turn into a discussion I don’t want to have right now.

“Is that a problem?” I ask carefully.

He thinks some more. “No. It’s just…a big leap for me.”

“I understand. But everything we do is safe, sane, and consensual. You know that.”

With a nod, he replies, “Yeah.”

Something about it still feels unfinished, and I can tell there’s worry gnawing at him, so I gently pull him deeper into the room. Placing my bag on the chair, I reach for him. Eagerly, he steps into my arms, leaning down to take my mouth in a sensual kiss.

I didn’t have much of a plan for tonight. I figured we’d get to this point and let our bodies lead the way, so when he reaches for the bottom of my dress, I let him. Our hands take over from here, peeling back each layer as the electricity between us grows hotter. Anticipation and excitement color every emotion flowing through me. And when he peels down my panties, kneeling before me, I let out a small whimper of appreciation.

He looks so good on his knees for me.

“Maggie…” he says, drawing my attention to his face.

“What is it?” I ask, afraid he’s about to back out.

“Before we do this, I just need to say something.”

I wait expectantly as he runs his hands along the backs of my legs, drawing me closer.

The words that finally come out of his mouth have my knees buckling.

“I’m not perfect, by any means. But I want to be…for you. I’ve never been in love before,” he says, and my breath hitches. “I thought I was. But it never felt like this. I never wanted to be better for anyone. Maggie…my heart is yours. Do whatever you want with it.”

He leaves those words hanging between us, and I swear my heart has not beat for a full minute. Reaching down, I wrap my hands around the back of his head, curling myself around him as he clings to my legs.

Gently into our embrace, I whisper, “To me, you are perfect. You have my heart, too.” His hands around my legs squeeze a little tighter. We are so melted into one, I almost don’t want to part.

But I’m too excited for what comes next. Before I come all the way down from this high, I pull his mouth away with a tight grip of his hair. He winces as I mutter, “Now get on the bed.”

He swallows nervously before I release him and watch him crawl onto the mattress. He sits in the middle, as if he’s waiting for me to bind him to the bedposts. He knows that’s not what’s about to happen, but old habits die hard, I guess.

Before I join him, I grab the bag I left on the chair. Bringing it over to the bed, I set it down and stare at him gently. “We’re going to use mercy again, okay? But I’m serious, Beau. I need to trust that you’ll use it if you need it.”

“I will,” he replies.

After a deep breath, I put myself in the right mindset. I’m his Domme, and his body is mine. To possess. To command.

First, I pull out the black blindfold and let it hang from my index finger. “On all fours,” I command, and instinctively, he falls in line, turning until he’s perched on his hands and knees. Coming up behind him, I place the blindfold across his eyes and tie it around the back. Then, I pull him upright and kiss his mouth, taking the lead on the kiss by pressing my tongue into his mouth until I feel him surrender control to me.

Breaking the kiss, I run my hand along his spine, pressing him back down to all fours. Once there, I shove a little harder between his shoulder blades until he’s down on his elbows, leaving his ass in the air for me.

“Lower,” I say, forcing him even farther into the mattress. “Show me how much you want this,” I tease him.

Leaning back, I lick my lips as I appreciate how amazingly hot his body is in this bent position. The delicious curve of his ass and the way this position exposes each delicious muscle in his back, elongated across the bed, is so good I wish I could stare at him like this forever. He is totally at my will, and it’s actually really beautiful. His body is large and strong and could easily overpower me, but he’s not. He’s submitting, willfully.