Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (42 page)

He nodded, his eyes bright. “I know you want this, baby. Your body gives you away when it trembles and weeps, or like with Adele that day, when it doesn’t. Thank fuck your pussy can’t lie.”

She had no response to that, except for a nod and the flush that suffused her face.

As he pulled her close, his big hands rubbing up and down her back and over her warm behind. With a gentle kiss, he said, decisively, “Let’s take a break.”

“No. Please, Master.”

“Mara…”

“Let me prove I can do better.”

Slowly, he smoothed his hand over her hair, pausing at her nape and gripping her tight. His eyes seared into her, searching. Then he nodded and lifted her.

Back in position on the desk, except her wrists cuffed in front so that her folded hands pillowed her cheek. “I’ve been thinking about the limit list that has been giving you fits. I’m taking charge of it. We’ll start with my hard limits, adding yours as we proceed slowly. The first item in the red column, obviously, is the Kangaroo Stinger.” He paused to tug aside the black mesh harness. With a low curse, she heard him open and close a drawer in his desk. Cool, soothing lotion slathered over her hot cheeks a moment later.

Relief from the burn was instantaneous.

“I can practically see the steam rising off your ass, and you’re red, not the pretty pink that I prefer. You might have a bruise of two tomorrow, which makes me angry. At the very least, you’ll be irritated because there’s an imprint of the mesh on your skin.

“I know you don’t want to hear I’m sorry, but I truly am.”

“I believe you, baby, but sorry doesn’t help the inflamed state of your ass. This Arnica gel will, however.”

“It does feel good. Thank you.”

He hummed in response. “We’ll continue to search for something more moderate, or I’ll use my hand, what I’d sorely like to do now, but you’re too red already. I’ll pass the stinger off to Seth or Arturo, our resident sadists. They have some masochist subs that will love it.”

Her gratitude came out as a sigh as she felt his smooth lips graze across her burning cheeks.

“Despite out little detour, we’ll be able to add quite a few things to the green column after today. The horse hair flogger is a definite green.” She heard a couple of clicks and the vibes harnessed inside her switched on. “Other green additions: oral, anal, toys, vibes, restraints, harnesses, breast play, clamps, lingerie, bunny play, spanking. That sounds like a busy morning for a new bunny. Did I leave anything out?”

“Office play, dress up and a sound verbal spanking?”

She was comforted to hear his chuckle as he answered back. “See, our list is shaping up nicely.”

A knock at the door had her flinching. The notion of being seen with her plugged, harnessed and burning butt in the air outside of the play area made her freak. She started to get up.

“Be still, sub,” he ordered.

“But—”

“Mara.” An order, in his deep drawl it couldn’t be misconstrued.

Nodding, she lay back down.

“Public display, what column would you say that goes under?” His hand gave her hip a gentle pat of encouragement.

“In the main room, I’d easily say green, but here, I’m not sure. It’s different.”

“Intimacy pushes limits for some, while others find being exposed to a large group an issue. We’re all different. I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that you are very well covered right now so whoever it is, isn’t going to see much. Think about it while I get the door and send our company on their way. Afterward, you can give me your answer. And, Mara…” She met his gaze. “You know what I expect if you get tweaked before that.”

“Safeword yellow or red, I won’t let you down again, Master.”

“Good girl.”

He then crossed the room and opened the door wide as if he had a half-naked sub on his desk every day. A dark misgiving entered her mind as she realized that may have been the case while they’d been apart. She shook off those bad thoughts, or tried to. That path was riddled with pitfalls and heartache.

“Cap, Dex, I’m in the middle of something as you can see.”

A momentary silence settled over the room. Mara closed her eyes, imagining the sight she presented. Doms for years, she knew they’d both seen women in more daring positions and wearing a heck of a lot less. Even so, it was intimidating having these three powerful men in the room while she was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, or more appropriately, a rabbit. Inhaling deeply, she tried to calm her edginess.

“Sean, you do know we have a sex club next door with fully stocked private rooms, right?” Dex had a very dry wit. Unable to stop, Mara giggled.

“Did you say something, fluffy bunny?”

“No, Master.”

“We can come back.” The distinctive low rumble of Cap’s bass was unmistakable.

“Only if he’s going to be done with his bunny before we open,” Dex corrected. “If not, we need to talk now.”

“No guarantees. It’s product evaluation day, we have two more boxes of samples to get through.”

“That’s very pretty,” Cap commented, sounding closer. She peeked. He stood a few feet away watching her. “Is that Becca’s work?”

“Yes, this all came from her shop. I like my subbie bunny, so I’ve decided to keep all of it, but she sent along a pamphlet with her new line of custom-made costumes.”

“Hm, I wonder if she does special requests. I’m thinking a halo and wings would be perfect for Megan.”

Listening objectively, she relaxed, the tension dissipating with their focus on the costume, not the sub wearing it.

“That would be sweet,” Sean offered, “just make sure you get the bonus feature.”

Holy shit! He pointed it out, now they’d want to have a look. Her spine drew tight like a bow as the tension returned.

“What’s that?” Dex and Cap asked at the same time.

Click. Sean cranked the rabbit up a notch—or three. Unable to help it, she arched her back and rocked back into the sensation, a groan rising over the whirring coming from between her legs.

“A harness,” Dex stated. “Nice.”

“A jackrabbit harness, to be specific.”

With her heart pounding in her ears and every neuron in her brain focused between her legs, Mara didn’t hear anything else. After only a few moments, Sean dialed back the speed, allowing her to breathe—and think—once again. The sensations slowed to a gentle massage, keeping her on edge, but no longer enough to launch her to the moon.

Sean leaned back against the desk, his hand coming to rest on her back: warm, reassuring, stroking lightly. He was proving that despite their company, his focus remained on her. She blew out her pent up breath.

“So what’s so urgent it can’t wait?”

“We’ve got an uproar among some of the membership and need to talk.”

“What about?”

There was a pause. Feeling eyes on her, Mara’s opened to find Dex and Cap watching her with concern. She knew immediately that she was the uproar. Damn. After her uncomfortable encounter with Megan and Regan several weeks back, when the twins had treated her like persona non grata, she worried her return to Club Decadence wouldn’t be welcomed.

“What’s being said?” Sean demanded.

“Some of the subs are in a lather about having a spy in their midst. The Rossi men know, as do Lexie and Joanna, but they can only calm the waters so much and keep Mara’s history confidential.”

“Master—”

“Hush, Mara. I’ll deal with this.”

“But I don’t want to cause trouble,” she insisted.

“You won’t. Be quiet now.”

“We should tell them.”

“Your story is none of their business, nightingale.”

“Is having them thinking I’m a lying, cheating, bitch who betrayed not only her husband, but all of her friends better than being known as a teenage prostitute forced into the life by a vile bastard with no other choice in order to survive?”

“Baby…” He crouched to eye level, searching her face intently.

“They were my friends, Lucky. Now, they see me as a traitor, worth less than dirt on the bottom of their shoe. It hurts worse than the truth ever could.” Her throat had gone dry when she finished.

“You’re sure about this? Once it’s out of the bottle…”

“I know. There’s no going back. I’ve thought about it a lot. I’m sure.”

His concern was palpable. Without turning from her, he addressed his trusted friends. “Tell Megan and Elena, that’s all it will take.”

Over his shoulder, Mara saw Cap nod, then look at Dex. “I think he just called our women gossips.”

Dex shrugged his wide shoulders, while moving toward the desk. “If the shoe fits…” His sky blue eyes met hers, not as beautiful as Sean’s, but striking all the same. “I’m sorry it has to come to this, Mara. You’ve been through enough.”

Abruptly, he bent at the waist. When he rose, he held the moose hide flogger in his hand. Turning, he tossed it to Cap who caught it easily.

Running the wide, heavy tails through his hand the giant of a man said with a wicked grin, “Nice and weighty. Megan will enjoy this, or not.”

“I’ll take this little gem for my own naughty bride-to-be.” As he walked away, Mara noticed he held the purple and black knotted cat in his hand. He swished it against his black leather pants as he paused at the door. “Excuse the interruption. We’ll take care of the rest.”

They left, Dex closing the door quietly behind them.

“Why do I feel like I threw my friends under the bus?”

“They do that to themselves by continuing to gossip. I’m waiting to see how long it takes them to figure out there’s a direct correlation between the weekly Little Black Dress nights with Ben’s signature margaritas and Thursday spankings.” She made a face, which made him chuckle. “Don’t worry about your friends; those two big nasty Doms are more whipped than their subs.”

The image of the diminutive Elena and Megan cracking the whip over their giant husbands was too funny. She couldn’t help the huff of soft laughter.

Sean’s voice was warm with feeling, when he next spoke. “I’m proud of you, Mara. That was a very brave thing to do.”

“It seemed rather selfish to me. I gave up one awful deed to be forgiven for another.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” He leaned in, pressed a quick kiss to her lips and rose from his crouch. “I think it’s time to get you off the desk.”

Handling her as if she weighed nothing, he flipped her, turned her and settled her across his thighs where he sat perched on the edge of his desk.

“Master?”

“Mm…” His response was muffled as he nuzzled her neck.

“The rabbit,” she moaned. “It’s driving me insane.”

His head came up. “Ask for what you want, Mara.”

“Please, may I come again, Master?”

“Very nice, baby,” he praised, reaching to reclaim the remote.

“Wait,” she burst out, and then more deferentially, “I have a better idea, with your permission, of course.”

He sat back, one dark brow arched, clearly intrigued.

“Um, I was hoping I could… That, uh, you know—how we used to… under the desk.”

He grinned. “How can I argue with that? Is your leg up to it?”

“Yes, but,” her gaze shifted to the couch, “maybe I could use a pillow?”

“In exchange for your lips around my cock, you better believe it.” He set her on her feet and took his seat, grinning as she padded toward him on bare feet. “Did I mention I really like this look?”

“Once or twice, I think.”

He took the pillow from her and slid it into the kneehole under his desk.

She lifted her cuffed wrists, angling her head in question.

“Nope. Those stay. I like that look as well.” His hand skated up her thigh to her hip. With a little pat, he grinned. “Hop into your hutch, little bunny.”

Once settled at his feet, she reached for his button. Something she always dreaded before, with Sean, it was different. The joy she found in giving him pleasure, making him wild with need and having him lose control by her hand, well, mostly by her mouth, was intoxicating and it had become something else that she craved.

His zipper down, she freed his very generous erection and with her eyes fixed on his, she lapped at the smooth, silky crown as her hand moved up and down his length. Taking her time, she savored the silk on steel texture, his familiar taste, loving the growling noises that rumbled from his chest and throat. In minutes, a tug on her hair indicated his growing impatience. Immediately, she opened her mouth, taking him deep to the back of her throat.

He groaned, his hand threading into her hair. “You have no idea how hot you are with your sweet bunny ears bobbing up and down, your curls bouncing against your lush tits, and my cock buried between your lips. You’re like sugar and spice in one sexy package.”

Guiding her head, he urged her to take more. As she did, the rabbit came to life, buzzing away on her clit, and whirling in her pussy. Her muscles tightened, reminding her of the plug in her ass. When he upped the speed of all three vibes, she sucked faster, adding more suction. Sean thrust upward, nudging the back of her throat briefly. Humming with pleasure, the vibrations in her throat transferred to his cock.

“Christ, Mara, I hope you’re ready for me.”

He cranked up the rabbit and in seconds, she was crying out, the sound muffled by the length of him riding her tongue. She convulsed around the toys lodged inside her while riding the crest of her second, or was it the third, mind-blowing orgasm of the morning. Sean jerked in response, shouting her name, coming in a surge of hot splashes.

“Damn, baby,” he breathed as he pulled her off her knees to cuddle her against his chest.

Although they both climaxed, there was no let up from the inexhaustive supersonic toys wedged inside her that kept going and going, until she begged in a desperate cry, “Please, Master, turn it off.”

He shifted beneath her searching for the remote. A few clicks later the persistent humming, gyrating and buzzing ceased. She exhaled in a long drawn out breath as she collapsed limply against him.

When he settled back, his chest rumbled as his arms squeezed her tight. “How can you be so cute and fluffy, but have such a wicked hot mouth?”

Heaving another sigh, she answered with a tired giggle, “Like a real bunny, I like treats, especially carrots. You have a very tasty carrot, Master.”