Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (17 page)

Sean stopped in front of the suspended black square with silver rivets, chains and straps. As she eyed it doubtfully, he pulled her around to face him.

“Arms up.”

She had no sooner raised her hands shoulder high before her dress was whisked over her head, leaving her in only shoes and her matching green bra and panties.

“This is very pretty,” he said, tracing the lace edge with a fingertip, “but the bra goes too. While you finish up, I’m going to turn on the music.” He kissed her forehead. “Be right back.”

He was gone, leaving her half-naked in the corner with the perfect vantage point of the rest of the room. No one was paying attention to her. Everyone else was engaged with their partner. Cap had commandeered the spanking bench and was strapping down his giggling blonde. Rick and Regan had gravitated to the cross against the far wall. Dex and Elena were absent, seeking private time after announcing their engagement. The two other couples who Mara didn’t know were already occupied. One Dom had his sub in the cage while he perused the table laden with spanking implements. The other, a Domme, and the only female dominant in the group, had her inverted sub balls up in the Y-post. They were enthusiastically carrying out a most inventive sixty-nine with the upside down man’s head wedged firmly between the woman’s thighs as she alternated sucking his cock while slapping his ass and balls with a sharp hand.

Mara shuddered, what was it about these dominant women and ball slapping?

“That’s Mistress Anne.” Sean’s low whisper sounded in her ear as he slid his hands up her arms to cup her shoulders. Pulling her back against his chest, he filled her in on the details of the Domme and her sub. “Cap has known her for years. A retired Army lieutenant, she’s in her forties, owns her own business and according to Cap is as sweet as pie outside a club, but inside she’s a real ball buster. Pun intended. Roger, her sub, is also her husband of twenty years and a local attorney.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope. He’s a cutthroat trial lawyer, busting balls by his own right in the courtroom, so I hear. It gets old evidently, so he likes to give up control to his Mistress after hours. They’ve already purchased a charter membership and Decadence doesn’t open until the summer.”

“I had no idea there were so many people into this in San Antonio.”

“We have twenty paid memberships already. Only two are local. One couple is from as far away as San Francisco. The high profile clients prefer not to play in their own back yard, which is understandable.”

“Twenty members at thirty grand a year...” Her voice trailed off in amazement.

“Yep. Our goal for the first year is one hundred members and I’ve got a pile of applications three times that on my desk now.”

“Wow.”

“It shows how desperate people are to find a quality club these days.” He undid the front hook to her bra and peeled it off. “Most are experienced in the lifestyle, but a few of the applications are from newbies looking for a safe place to learn and explore. It will make for a good mix. I enjoy opening new eyes to the delights of our world, especially beautiful green ones.” Tossing aside her lace bra, he caressed a bare breast, his eyes skimming down the length of her, naked except for her skimpy panties. “Since you were so distracted, I’ll give you a pass on disobeying my order about the bra, but that’s the last one tonight. Pay attention from here on out.” He patted the leather sling. “Hop on up.”

Eyeing it uncertainly, she turned her back to the swing and attempted to heft her booty in the seat. It skittered away. The second try was no more successful and she could imagine how awkward and graceless she looked. Gallantly, Sean came to her rescue, encircling her waist and with little effort on his part, planted her butt in the middle of the leather seat.

“Lean back.”

She did so and found it quite comfortable. He grinned down at her as he wrapped a fleece lined leather restraint around her wrist. “This will hold both of us, you know. I had to reinforce the mounting brackets and drill heavy duty eyebolts into the ceiling, so I figure we might as well keep this one.”

She smiled up at him. “I wouldn’t mind, it’s very comfortable, although I can’t work out the logistics on how you’re going to climb in with me.”

“Let me get you bound and chained, little subbie, and I’ll be happy to demonstrate.”

He hooked both wrist cuffs to the chains supporting the top of the sling leaving a bend in her elbows. Spinning her until he stood between her legs, his hands cupped her hips and slid her down until her ass rested at the very bottom of the sling.

Arms now fully extended—ending the comfortable bend—her legs in this position had no support and flopped over the end. Feeling off balance, she wrapped her fingers around the thick chain and held on.

“I’m not going to let you fall,” Sean assured her as he took hold of one foot and pushed her knee toward her chest, guiding her ankle around the outside of the bottom chain. With speed and dexterity, he had one ankle cuffed and restrained, the other done just as quickly and in the same fashion. This left her lying almost flat on her back with her legs spread wide apart.

“I have a bar to hold your legs apart, if need be, subbie. Is it needful?”

“I—uh, I guess it depends on what you need them spread for, Master.”

“Mm… I suppose you’re right. We’ll see how it goes.” He delved into his front shirt pocket and pulled out a fine link chain, much more delicate than the one that suspended her from the ceiling. She noticed the tweezer clamps on the ends. Her pussy tingled and teemed with anticipation. Having discovered early how much she enjoyed nipple play, Sean had added a variety of clamps to their toy collection. He leaned over her and took an already peaked nipple into his mouth.

“I can smell the heat of your arousal, baby,” he murmured as he worried the bud between his teeth. “I believe you’re enjoying our little basement dungeon.”

“This nice, quiet, dark corner helped, I think. Thank you.”

“I aim to please, as always.”

He winked at her as he tightened the rubber band on the clamp, intently observing her reaction. Just shy of the point of real pain, he stopped and moved to the other breast somehow knowing when enough was enough. Once he’d suckled the rosy bud into a taut achy point, he applied the second clamp.

After admiring his handy work a moment and tugging on the chain once or twice, which always made her squirm, he leaned in again and kissed her, his tongue delving deep, swirling and tasting. When he raised his head, he replaced his mouth with the nipple chain. “Hold this and don’t let go.”

As she closed her teeth around it, she felt the delicious tension the pull of the chain placed on her pinched nipples. Unable to help herself, she lifted her hips as far as she could, pressing the V of her thighs against the hard ridges of his muscled abdomen.

Sean stood, taking his warmth and weight away, leaving her to whimper in disappointment. Already, with a few touches, kisses and a little bite of erotic pain, she was aching for him to fill her, to drive inside and take her hard.

Starting at her chest, his hands ran over her bound body, circling her breasts, down along her stomach and around her hips. Inverting his hands, he cupped the cheeks of her ass that hung over the leather edge and in a long, slow glide, he ran them up the backs of her upraised thighs. She noticed the height of the swing placed her pussy and ass right at his hips. She suspected he’d set it to his specifications when he’d installed it, as if he’d planned it for their use tonight.

Her eyes flashed to his and the audacious wink told her he had. His hands wrapped around her thighs and he nudged his bulging fly against the wet crotch of her panties. The pressure was sublime and she gasped in pure pleasure.

“Ah ah! Hold onto that chain.”

The nipple chain. She hadn’t realized she’d lost it. He gave it a quick tug before putting it back in her mouth.

“Sorry, Master,” she mumbled around the metal.

“That’s all right, pretty Mara. You’ll make it up to me soon.”

She didn’t have time to wonder what he meant before he pushed the sling gently with his hips. When it swung back, her swollen pussy lips bumped lightly against the solid length of him. He did it again, swinging her out a bit further this time and guiding her back so her slit aligned with his distended fly on the return. He held her there this time, grinding his hips against her.

A low groan rose from her chest.

“You like that, baby? Imagine your panties gone and me without my jeans. With each return swing I’ll impale you with my cock.” He repeated the motion, letting her bounce gently against his rock-hard cock once more.

Mara mumbled around the chain. “Please…”

“Patience. I’m not done playing.” His finger ran along the gusset of her panties. “You’re very wet. Are you ready to lose these?”

“God, yes.”

“Again with the promotion. What happened to Master or Poobah?”

“I’m sorry, Grand Poobah, oh Supreme Potentate, please rid me of these annoying panties and fuck me.”

“Your naughty wish is my command, baby.”

His fingers slid beneath the elastic at her thigh. In a flash, there was a tearing sound as he ripped them clean off. Her mouth flew open on a breath, as she stared at him in shock.

After blithely tossing the slip of green lace over his shoulder, he winked, promising, “I’ll replace them,” then entered her with his long middle finger. While he worked slow and deep, a second finger joined the first and his other spread across her mound, the thumb stroking over her clit.

“You’re drenched,” came his appreciative hum.

He played there for a few moments then his thumb and fingers went away.

“No,” she whimpered in frustration.

The crack of his open palm and a startled yelp echoed loudly from their corner of the room.

“In my time, not yours, subbie. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master. I just need you so.”

“And you’ll have me. I’ll even let you come if you’re good, but on my timetable.” He bent and she heard a zipper followed by rustling. Something velvety trailed across her belly a moment later. “Hold that right there for me,” he said with an amused chuckle, as if she had a choice.

Her head came up to examine what lay there. She glanced toward the implement table across the room. “When—” He’d only left her side for a second and that was to turn on his iPod, which sat on a shelf nearby. “You had this planned.”

“A good Dom never leaves things to chance. As host, it would have been rude to bolt across the room to grab the station I wanted, so I spread the word among the guys earlier. Besides, newbie, I wanted to make sure you didn’t end up with anything too scary.”

“Or too well lit or too public.”

“Mm, that too. I told you I’ll always look out for you, nightingale.”

“You always do. I don’t know why I was so freaked.” She blinked against the emotion prickling behind her eyelids. “I love you, Sean.”

“I love you too, though I think you’ve forgotten what we’re about here. Your wet eyes and soft words will take me right out of the mood to deliver a sound flogging and spur me right on to fucking.”

“That’d be okay with me.”

“There you go forgetting again.”

“Oh, sorry. A sound flogging and a fucking would be okay by me,
Poobah.
” She mumbled this around the chain without missing a beat. It was funny. He thought so too because a laugh rolled out from his chest, rising above the sounds of BDSM and rivaling Cobain’s raspy chorus of Heart-Shaped Box. She grinned up at him, loving his sense of humor and joy for life, and despite the knowledge that he was about to flog her ass with the lash that teetered on her belly, she loved him more in the spontaneous moment.

“Poobah says behave, baby,” he said when the moment had passed. “Now, let’s get down to some serious business. The little toy on your tummy is a suede mini-mop, sixty-five one-inch tails tanned to the softness of butter. I think you’ll find it very enjoyable, especially after this.”

He held up a black leather strap with a wooden handle. Wide at the base, it tapered to a narrow, rounded head. She swallowed, finding her throat had gone dry.

“I take the poobah crack back.”

“Too late. I picked out this lovely leather strap just for you. I hadn’t intended to use it, tonight, but thanks to that sassy tongue, I have a reason to, not that I need one. Notice the tapered end? It’s designed specifically for difficult to reach places.” He stroked the leather end down her thigh and over her bare pussy. “Good for reaching all the nooks and crannies hidden between your pretty thighs and for smaller targets such as your clit or tightly clamped nipples.” He moved the leather to her chest and lightly tapped the underside of her breasts. “Arch you neck and lift those sweet tits, let’s see how accurate my aim is.”

With a tiny whimper, she closed her eyes and craned her head backwards. A thump hit the tender underside of her breast. It was followed by another, slightly harder, and then another that bit with enough force to leave a warm tingling sting.

“Mara, look at me and tell me your color.”

Her lids parted and she saw his intense regard. “I’m green, Master.”

“Good, we’ll continue, but keep those big beautiful eyes open. I want to see your reactions.”

Another thump and subsequent slaps followed on her other breast. The tingling warmth didn’t begin to rival the pinch of the clamps, which had grown more intense as she arched, the chain lifting the weight of her full breasts by the nipples. The leather moved over her belly in warm licks, then came a low whoosh before a loud crack ripped through the air. Heat blossomed against her bottom. Another followed, as loud with the same heat.

He continued to strap her ass, catching the lower curve of her cheek and her upper thighs, the only portions left exposed by the sling. Each successive swat grew stronger until the heat built to a stinging fire. She moaned behind the chain.

The angle changed with the next stroke as he brought the tapered strap down across her pussy lips. Light strokes met her swollen wet skin and although the leather still made a slapping noise, a definite liquid splat muffled the usual crack.