Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (37 page)

Increasing the pressure, he gave each tip a little tug. From across the room, he eyed her reflection in the mirrored wall. A lovely blush graced her cheeks as her head fell back, she arched, offering him more of her breasts.

He smiled. Her response to him was no act. The glistening moisture on her spread thighs was further proof.

“Mara.” Her name was a verbal nudge, a reminder that he awaited her answer.

“I would safeword if in pain as you’ve instructed me, Master.”

“Would you, baby? I’m not so sure.”

Her mouth opened as if she would protest, but she didn’t.

“What is it? Don’t you find Mistress Adele attractive?”

“She is quite beautiful.”

“What aren’t you telling me then? Talk to me, Mara.”

“It’s just that I can’t. I’ve never—”

When she didn’t finish, he bore down harder, giving the supple pink flesh a bite of erotic pain, hoping to get her to finish her thought. He should have known his ploy wouldn’t work; she enjoyed nipple play too much. Instead of talking, the pleasure-pain seemed to rob her of speech. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she caught her lower lip between her teeth and moaned.

With a lift of his chin, he signaled Adele over.

“Is it that she’s a woman?” he pressed, while signaling Adele to proceed. “Is her touch so different than mine?”

Understanding, the other woman’s fingers slipped between Mara’s pussy lips.

“When her flogger strikes your skin or her vibe presses against your clit, when her fingers glide up inside you, is the sensation so different?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Yes, but… you don’t understand.”

“Make me.” He looked down at Adele, her hand working between Mara’s thighs. At his glance, she pulled out. Her fingers came away glistening wet, soaked with juices.

“What’s different now?” He knew what it was, but he wanted her to say it.

“I thought I was broken. For a long time, I probably was. Other women, at work and at school, spoke openly about it. Good and bad. I’d had plenty of the latter, enough for a lifetime. I wanted the good, but something wasn’t right. Even after I got away, I couldn’t.”

Adele gasped. “Never?” she repeated, seeking clarification.

“Never. Not until Sean.”

“How old were you?”

“Twenty-six.”

“Damn!” Adele answered back.

Feeling lost, Sean looked between the two women in consternation, obviously missing something.

Mara licked her dry lips before she went on. “There was a reason why, but it wasn’t until Sean that I overcame it. His love healed me and he made me melt.” Softly, she added, “Quite literally.”

As if a light switch flipped on, understanding dawned, and his thoughts echoed Adele’s. Damn! Always responsive to his touch, right from the start. Their first time together, she’d burned hot for him, coming in a torrent of sweetness with a few licks of his tongue. The second time, she came apart as easily, quivering in his arms as her pussy tightened in a surge of warmth all around him. He’d attributed the long six-week buildup to her eagerness that night, and later the five-year long dry spell, by her own admission. Little did he know it had really been a lifetime. Joy, that he alone had experienced the beauty of his Mara warred with sadness that something so wondrous and natural had been taken from her.

Adele shifted slightly. Her wide eyes caught his, seeking guidance on how to proceed after such an admission. He bit back a curse of frustration. She was still raw, and between them, there were so many things unsaid, issues yet to be resolved, he was unsure of his strategy, advance or retreat. Maybe this wasn’t the time or the place.

He couldn’t stand having her eyes concealed and slipped off the blindfold. Cupping her jaw, his thumb swept out to brush her lips. At his gentle touch, her breath hitched.

“That was quite a revelation.”

“I’m sorry. I should have explained before.”

“You had boyfriends in college.”

“Yeah, but they weren’t you, Lucky.”

His head dipped to her neck. With words, she could so easily lay his heart open. As he nuzzled her there, he murmured, “You sure are a boost for my ego.”

“It’s the truth. I’ve never met anyone like you. I love you, Master.”

“And I you, baby. We should stop for now.”

“No! I’m green. I promise, and it was just starting to get good.”

Lifting his head, he found her brilliant green eyes staring up at him. Framed by long, silky lashes, their beauty haunted him. They were very expressive and he read so much there: love, eagerness and foremost passion. He wanted to clear the room, or whisk her away to somewhere it was just the two of them and give them both what they needed, but he had a student.

“You want to continue?”

“Yes, please.”

The question was how to proceed.

“Your Mistress for the night needs her practice. We can’t send her away with her lesson incomplete, can we?”

Mara blinked, her gaze shifted briefly to Adele, before lowering. “No, Master.”

Although she tried, she hadn’t been quick enough to hide her disappointment. It was all too clear, to him if not to the two women. Mara’s body spoke louder than any words. Until he’d stepped in, she was tense, unaroused and not enjoying the experience whatsoever. With his attention, that had changed and she’d come to life, responding beautifully beneath his touch. With the news that the scene would continue, he could see her slipping back to her previous state. A plan took shape in his Dom brain to teach a much-needed lesson and give them all what they needed.

“Color, Mara.”

“Green.”

“You’re sure? Do we need a safeword review?”

Her brows quirked slightly. “No, Master.”

“So you’re green and ready to continue?”

Mara closer her eyes, appearing stoic. “Yes, Master.”

He paused. She wasn’t catching on. He’d need to step up the play.

“Good. Adele, Mara wants more. Why don’t you haul out a few of your special toys?”

Adele gave him an odd look. “Master Sean, I don’t—” she began, but Sean waived her off.

“I believe I saw an extra-large butt plug and a quirt in your bag. How does that sound, Mara?”

“Um, Master Sean…”

“A moment, Adele, I’m negotiating.” He stared at his trainee hard, hoping to convey his intent. “Color, sub.”

Mara’s lips compressed, before she replied, “Green.”

He delivered two corrective swats to her stubborn ass. She yelped, rightfully so if her ass smarted as much as his palm. “Give me the truth this time and without the scowl please.”

Her lips curled inward, over her teeth.

“I saw an enormous strap-on in her bag too, and some Astroglide. Arturo the sadist is free tonight. I thought I might invite him in. While she plugs your ass and fucks your pussy, he can whip your tits raw with the quirt. What do you think?”

“Sean!” Adele protested.

He ignored her. “Say what you’re feeling, sub. We have two other colors for a very specific reason.”

“Yellow.”

“Ah, you can say the word. Good girl. And if I insisted you play out the scene as I laid it out? What would you say then?”

“Red.”

“Which would end the scene. Why is that, Mara?”

“Because I don’t want that, Master,” her response was barely a whisper, “and the choice is always mine.”

“What was that? Adele, did you hear what she said?”

Finally, the Domme clued in to his lesson and following his lead, replied, “No, I didn’t quite catch it. Say it again, Mara, so we can both hear?”

“Because the choice is always mine, dammit.” This came out as a shout. He grinned despite the disrespect.

“Exactly,” Sean approved, his hands cupping her cheeks and lifting her face to his. They stood nose to nose when he drove his point home. “If you don’t want or like something, Mara, I need to know it, without question.”

“You were making all of it up, weren’t you? Like with my list.”

“I was. No way in hell would I allow a sadist with a whip near your flawless skin. This was another lesson and I’ll keep testing until I trust you to use your safewords, understand?”

“But I don’t want to disappoint you, or Mistress Adele.”

“I appreciate that, baby, but you’re not doing either of us any favors by humoring us or god forbid faking it, which better not happen, ever.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Honest responses, Mara.” Lowering his head, he touched his lips to hers in the lightest of kisses. “I was thinking about moving things along by joining you.”

Her breath quickened and she smiled, approval of that plan plain to see.

“Would you like that, having both your Master and Mistress Adele in control of your body?”

“Yes, please.”

“You’re sure?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Sure, as in being completely honest with me?”

“As in 100% honest and truly green this time, Master.”

Sean searched her face for shadows of doubt or disinclination, finding none, he nodded. “So be it. We’ll proceed as a trio.” His hand came up and replaced her blindfold.

“Yellow, Master.”

He paused, his eyes flashing to Adele. The blindfold came off again.

“What is it, Mara?”

“Um, Mistress doesn’t really have a quirt and an enormous plug, does she?”

Their eyes shot to Adele, who flushed. Apparently, she did. Sean nearly busted a gut trying to suppress his laughter.

“My directive for Adele today was no penetration. All parts are fair game, but no fingers, vibes or huge strap-ons or plugs admitted. That was my limit.”

She blinked up at him. “Thank you, Lucky—I mean Master, and with that I’m back to green.”

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. Remember that.” Leaning in, he planted a soft, tender kiss on her lips. “I’m also very proud of you for using your safeword.” He slipped the blindfold back down as he instructed, “Concentrate on me, sweet sub, while you obey your Mistress.”

“Yes, Master.” She exhaled breathlessly.

“Adele, what flogger would you recommend for warming up our reluctant submissive?”

“The suede, Master Sean.”

“And for punishment?”

Mara frowned behind her blindfold. “What did I do?”

“Safewords are not only for physical discomfort, Mara. They are to be used for emotional distress as well. When you are feeling frightened, insecure or not getting anything out of a scene after almost an hour, for example. Is that clear?”

“Perfectly.”

“Select a paddle, Adele.” He then released Mara’s restraints from the bar above her head. They’d been there for too long. He took the time to rub the circulation back into her fingers and adjust the tightness of her cuffs. “Looser with the cuffs next time,” he warned his student.

“Yes, sir. I thought I had checked them.”

“Once isn’t enough. Check, re-check, and if you reposition check again. Air temperature and the sub’s body heat can also make the leather expand and contract. Twisting and pulling can make them slip as well. If you learn nothing else from me, rookie, its safety first. We want no injuries that would necessitate a trip to the ER or cause damage with long term effects, would we?”

“Absolutely not.” Adele nodded. “I won’t neglect that ever again, Master Sean.”

“Very well. Moving on. Let’s switch positions so her arms aren’t over her head, maybe the bench or the bondage table. Whatever your preference, you are the director of this scene.”

“I should like to give her a long flogging over the saw horse I think.”

“Proceed then, Mistress.”

With a discerning eye, he watched as Adele led Mara over to the horse. She cuffed her ankles to the base of the inverted V, knees bent forward slightly, her trunk resting lengthwise atop the upper board, wrists bound low on the opposite side. After Adele checked and re-checked the restraints, she moved behind Mara. Grabbing her hips, she pulled her backward until her pussy was free of the horse, on full display for both his and the Mistress’s enjoyment.

Adele rechecked the restraints while he walked the length of the horse, his hand lightly tracing his subs bound form.

“Very nice positioning,” Sean praised.

His gaze lingered on her upraised ass, the skin stretched taut by the sharp angle. With her legs spread wide, the tender skin of her inner thighs was exposed and would feel the occasional swipe of Adele’s flogger. His trainee also had access to much more if she felt bold enough to land a few swats on Mara’s glistening slit.

Looking on, his thoughts turned to the limit list and how she had struggled with her answers. Groups activities in particular. As always, he felt possessive and this little scene was bumping up against his own limits. Even during the planning, he had been restrictive and precise. Right now, this was all he was willing to share—strictly supervised touching—and only with a woman. He didn’t know if he’d ever allow more.

Moving to the other side of the horse, he tried to regain his focus as he finished his circuit around Mara. He paused only once to make an adjustment, a minor thing really and more of a preference on his part.

As he bent over her back, his hands smoothed and shifted her breasts so that the globes dangled temptingly on either side of the four-inch top rail. After doing so, he rolled the taut buds as he glanced up at Adele. “Clamps on these beauties would be nice.” Giving a firm pinch, he smiled as Mara’s head came up and she purred, long and low like a contented cat.

“Next time.” With another pinch and roll, he stood, his lips grazing her shoulder before he moved away. Continuing his inspection, his hand swept to her spread thighs, testing her readiness for himself. “You’re drenched. I believe you’re getting into it now, aren’t you?”

“God, yes.”

The splat of an open hand meeting aroused wet flesh resonated through the room.

“Master! God, yes, Master!” she quickly corrected.

With a hum of approval, Sean patted her pussy lightly. He sent a nod to Adele that it was time to carry on. As he walked to take his place near her head, he heard the whoosh and thwap of the flogger tails move into action.

His fingers stroked her hair as the novice worked a ruby red suede flogger over her ass. He’d had two practice sessions with Adele on technique, but this was her first live subject. She was tentative. Sean waited through several more lashes, but the intensity wasn’t increasing after the initial cautious strokes.