Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (51 page)

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, Master Sean. I’m very grateful that you took my Mistress on as a trainee and included me in the session. It’s those clamps—” She swallowed audibly as she followed her mistress’ hand to her breast.

“You’ve worn clovers before, Rissy-girl, these are similar but better. The rubber tips make them stay on longer and allow for a tighter pinch. As always, you have your safewords.”

When she nodded her agreement, her Mistress rewarded her with a gentle kiss. As Mara observed the couple, she found them very sweet. Adele could be stern; her flogging skills alone were testament to that. But they seemed happy, devoted to each other and very much in love.

Never having worn butterflies or clovers before and knowing her time was next, Mara looked on as the clamp closed around the first of Clarissa’s pink nipples. When the second clamp didn’t immediately follow, Mara frowned at the second set of clamps in Adele’s hand, then the third set that Sean held. She looked at him in question, thinking his math was off.

“All will be clear in due time, my pretty submissive.” He winked as he dipped his head and captured a nipple. Sipping at it first, the suction grew gradually until he was drawing on it long and hard, setting off a relay of tingling waves from breast to clit. Needing more, she leaned into the exquisite pressure as much as the chains would allow. As the suction was replaced by his teeth, a moan broke free of her lips. Not delaying another second, he applied the rubber tipped clamp to the peak he’d readied. When he let go, the weight of the clamp and the attached chain delivered a bite of erotic pain. Sucking in a gulp of air and slowly breathing in and out, she sustained as her body adjusted.

“Mm… The color of berries and they taste as sweet.” He flicked his tongue over the tip, a smile appearing when she writhed and the chains clanked overhead. “These pink nipples look pretty in my clamps, don’t you think, Mistress Adele?”

“Yes, Master Sean. Clarissa and I have been admiring her full breasts. Neither of us were as blessed, were we, Rissa?”

“Not hardly, Mistress.” The breathless quality of her tone made Mara open her eyes. Clarissa’s Domme was giving her smallish breasts the same attention.

“Say thank you for the compliment, Mara.” His order came before he claimed her other nipple, bringing more pleasure.

“Thank you, Mis—” His teeth clamped down in the middle of her apology, robbing her of speech.

“Mara,” he warned around the tip, without relinquishing his grip.

“Th-thank you, Mistress Adele.” It came out in a stuttering rush, her goal to be done before he made her say something else.

Satisfied, he moved on plumping up her breast as he readied the clamp. A sharp tug came from her other side. Looking down, she saw that Adele had picked up the other end of the chain and was affixing it to Clarissa’s breast. An instant later, they were bound together at their nipples, the chains crisscrossing between them.

Unexpected, the erotic image of dual clamps made her heart leap in her chest and a flush of arousal suffuse her throat and rise into her cheeks. Her gaze met Rissa’s, seeing an identical response.

“One more,” Sean said, holding up the third set of clamps before crouching in front of her. The fingers spreading her pussy lips wide made it all quite clear as he’d promised.

“Have you used a clit clamp before Adele?”

“No, sir.”

“Come here and watch. They can be tricky at first.” Adele crouched beside him leaving Mara staring straight at Clarissa. She mouthed, “Are you green?” to which the girl nodded and gave her a tremulous smile.

“We’ll use a Cleopatra clamp here instead. I find they hold firm even in a deluge of juices. In fact, lube is recommended first. The kind is up to you, but I prefer a taste of heaven first.” With those words, her Master’s mouth claimed her. Hot and wet, his lips encircled her clit, the tip of his tongue swirling around the hard nub as he sucked. He let her go a moment later with a loud pop. “Mm, my Mara,” another lick, “her sweetness makes me forget why I came down here in the first place.”

Again, his mouth latched onto her clit, drawing on it, flicking and laving it for several seconds. Mara’s head fell back on a moan of pure bliss.

“Sorry, Adele,” he murmured after yet another loud pop. “You know the temptation.”

“I do indeed, sir.”

“Moving on.” Sean’s raspy tone told how much he was affected and Mara’s body thrilled in response. As he began his instructions, her head came forward to watch. “The loop goes around the outer labia like so.” He paused allowing Adele to angle her head for a better view, but while the student was learning her lesson, the teacher was gazing up at her. The intense desire she saw there made her shudder. As a result, she swayed a bit yelping in unison with Clarissa. Every time one of them moved, the other got an equally sharp bite from the clamps.

“You’ll notice,” Sean continued, his gaze glued to her face, “that with the inner labia clamped the hood is pulled back, which keeps the precious pearl inside exposed and stimulated. How does it feel, Mara?”

“Like I want to come, Master.”

He gave the clamp at his fingertips a solid flick. She groaned as his gentle scold followed. “You know that isn’t what I meant. Tell Clarissa so she knows what to expect.”

“It doesn’t pinch at all, it’s more of a nice firm squeeze. I can feel my clit exposed to the air, which is warm from my Master’s breath. It’s wonderful.”

“Very nice, baby.” To Adele, he provided a lesson. “It’s for long term wear. The hooks on the end of the loop can be used for pretty jewelry if you’d like. They will dangle and move as your sub walks and keep her on edge. Today, however, since our subbies are getting to know each other better, and sharing the same fate, I have a double-y chain to connect them.” He fiddled between her thighs until with a pat to her swollen lips, his hands left her and the attached links fell loose between her legs. He announced, “Clarissa’s turn.”

It took a bit longer to get the other sub clamped, Adele having a little trouble at first, but soon both dominants stepped back and cast appreciative glances over their joined breasts and clits.

Adele swept her hand over her sub’s body stopping to cup a breast, which made her arch in her restraints. The resultant jerks and quakes made Mara cry out in turn.

“She’s soaking wet, sir,” Adele announced with approval. “I think Rissa has caught up with Mara and is ready for a taste of the lash, now.”

“Excellent,” Sean murmured. He easily slid two fingers inside Mara’s pussy and pumped slowly, withdrawing every now and again, to slather the moisture clinging to his skin all over her clit. “Keep her lubricated, lest the exposed nub dry out. A wet clit makes for a happy subbie, doesn’t it, Mara-mine?”

“God, yes, but it also makes for a subbie who’s horny as hell. I can’t take much more.”

“And with that bit of sass comes the flogger.” He moved to the table where his bag lay open. “I intended to use the horse hair, but with that attitude, maybe I’ll use the cat.”

“But—” she cried in alarm. “I thought you gave that to Master Dex.”

“I did. This one is different. It has rounded braids so the sting is less intense, but it is still a serious tool. Despite the lip just now, I’m not sure it warrants a round with the cat. I packed another new piece, a medium weight caribou flogger that should pack a nice thuddy punch. I also have the deerskin, which I know you love, but if you wimp out on me and choose it, you get double. Name your poison.”

“The caribou, Master.”

“Good girl, I was hoping you’d be brave.”

He carried the chestnut colored multi-tailed lash back to her and brushed the leather along her belly. “Color?”

“Pure green.”

His quick grin broadcast his approval. As he waited for his trainee to make her selection, he trailed the tails down her legs and back up, making sure they glided over her pussy and protruding clit as he did so.

“I’ve chosen a lightweight deerskin,” Adele justified as she returned. “Rissa is very new.”

“No explanation necessary, Adele,” Sean assured. “Your sub, your scene, your choice. Let’s begin.”

Soon, the room was filled with whooshes, slaps and thwaps from both floggers. Above the cadenced rhythmic strokes rose a duet of moans and passion-filled cries. The sensual sounds were intermingled with high-pitched yelps and an occasional squeal as chains tugged on constricted nipples and compressed clits. It went on at length, how long Mara didn’t know having slipped into subspace after only a dozen or so thuddy strokes. Like a heavy massage with an occasional delectable bite, Mara soared under her Master’s skilled hand.

At one point, as if from far away, she heard Adele murmur to her girl. “Look how beautiful she is, Rissa. She’s flying.”

“I want that too, Mistress.”

“It’ll come, baby. One day soon, I promise. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” Rissa begged, “but do it harder, I want to take more.”

“That’s my good girl.”

The sound of her lash rejoined Sean’s which had not ceased during their intimate chat. He continued to layer stroke after delicious stroke over Mara’s thighs—front and back—wrapping around her side and across her quivering belly, at times angling upward with a flick of his wrist to catch the full lower curve of her breast. He stroked with care along her shoulders and down her back, always returning home to her round ass and thighs.

When he flicked the tails gently in front, the whisper light stroke combined with the clamp brought her to the brink of release.

He ordered softly, “Come for me, baby.”

She did, flying incredibly high, barely noticing when he stopped the lash and unhooked her ankle cuffs. When a strap circled her waist and warm softness pressed against her front, she paid it no heed, the feeling of floating so nice, that she didn’t care what was going on. However, when strong hands held her hips and Sean’s length thrust inside, Mara’s eyes flew wide with a fervent cry in full awareness.

What was before her was a surprise. Clarissa’s face, beautiful in her pleasure, was only inches away. Close behind her was Adele, also thrusting inside her girl.

“May I kiss her, please, Mistress?” Rissa begged, her heavy lidded gaze on Mara’s mouth.

“Ask her Master’s permission,” Adele replied, more breathy than Mara had ever heard.

“May I kiss your submissive, Master Sean? She is lovely, her lips so full and tempting.”

Sean paused after one more thrust, staying fully inside while he answered. “I think that’s something we all might enjoy, but I’ll leave it to her. Mara, would you like Clarissa’s kiss?”

Focused on the other woman’s mouth, Mara noticed her lips were pinker and plumper than before. From biting them as she was whipped, she assumed. They appeared inviting, parted ever so slightly. Mara tilted her head ever so slightly in consideration.

With his arms wrapped around her, his breath in her hair, the woodsy scent that she loved so much surrounding her, and with his cock wedged deeply inside, he possessed her, claiming not only her body, but also ownership of her heart and filling her mind near constantly. He wasn’t opposed to the sharing of this feminine kiss and Mara was curious. What would it be like to touch another woman voluntarily? Would it be different from in the past when she didn’t have a choice?
Why not
, she thought, feeling bold.

“I think I’d like a little taste—”

Clarissa didn’t hesitate, dipping her head before Mara could finish. Lips, as soft as they looked, eagerly pressed against her own, and a tongue slipped inside. She relaxed, letting her control the kiss while she experienced the moment. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t more than that either. It didn’t steal her breath or make her pulse race as Sean’s kisses always did. She focused on Sean, holding and filling her. Now that—without a doubt—was what Mara liked.

Rissa lifted her head moments later. “Thank you for allowing the sample, Master Sean, but it’s not her thing. Is it, Mara?”

“No, Rissa, it appears I’m hopelessly straight.”

She shrugged, flashing a grin. “There’s no accounting for taste.”

Sean grunted his opinion from behind.

Angling her head back, Mara smiled up at him. “I think I have impeccable taste.”

His hand came up, sliding over her throat before his fingers curled around her neck, his long thumb cradling her jaw. The warm intensity of his gaze made her belly quiver. As his head lowered, he reclaimed her, his mouth taking from above while his cock took from below, moving within her in long, powerful strokes.

Across from her, Adele’s thrusting hips resumed their possession of Rissa. With the continuous pounding combined with the nipple pulling and clit tugging, Mara’s arousal surged upward. In minutes, she was soaring once more, breathing fast against his mouth as she flew toward a glittering peak. Sean groaned behind her as he thrust hard and fast, his tongue sinking deep as he did. She wasn’t sure who found the summit first, but Mara’s cries rose, interweaving with Sean’s shouts, as pure passion overtook them together.

As she came down moments later, she heard low whispers. Peeking between her lashes, she saw Rissa and Adele beaming at them, tears sparkling on their cheeks.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Adele affirmed first. “Never have I witnessed such a beautiful joining. The connection between you is amazing.”

“Thank you for letting us share in your moment,” Clarissa added, blinking back tears.

Unsure how to answer, Mara said nothing, letting Sean respond. His answer, “it was our pleasure” was still gruff with passion.

Clamps came off and cuffs were released, followed by the loss of him from her body. Always wanting to linger longer in the moment, she savored the pleasant after-ache that hummed through her body instead. When Sean lifted her, she curled against him, her arms clinging around his neck as he carried her to the couch leaving Adele to finish with Clarissa. Her head lolling sleepily on Sean’s shoulder, Mara didn’t watch, she didn’t need to. She could tell when the buzz of a vibe mixed with their breathless cries that they too found their beauty.