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BOOK: Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5)
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With anyone else, the answer would have been hell yes! The few times she’d been tied up for sex—
No, don’t think about the past, not while you’re with Sean.
She refocused her thoughts, trying to come up with an answer. That it was Sean, and he liked naughty games, surprisingly turned her on. Her skin was hot, her palms were damp and a throbbing pulse beat had taken up residence in her clit.

Knowing his eyes were upon her, keenly waiting, she mustered up a straightforward answer. “No, it doesn’t freak me out because I trust you.” She eyed him curiously. “Should it? You’re not into some really dark stuff with knives and blood, sensory deprivation tanks, or latex, are you?”

His lips quirked up, turning down the next moment as quickly. “How do you know so much about it?”

“I own a Kindle,” she said this as if it were answer enough. Another thought occurred to her. “I also worked in the emergency room at MedStar for a year or so before I got hired on at Walter Reed. There’s nothing in a dungeon any weirder than the stuff I saw come through there every Saturday night.”

“Hm…” Moving suddenly, he came up on all fours over her. His hands remained firm on her wrists as his knees pressed into the mattress on either side of her hips caging her beneath him. Trapped, she couldn’t do anything but peer up at him. “What if I told you I was into control, most of all?”

“Um… I guess I’d say I’m not surprised, you’re that way naturally.”

“I’m talking about taking total control, setting the scene, stimulating and commanding my lover’s body to the point of mind-blowing pleasure, which gives me pleasure in return. I want to do those things with you, beautiful, to establish a powerful connection through trust so your body responds to more than an order, but also a look, a touch, or the inflection in my voice. I want a bond so deep that you come when I command it, or don’t when I deny you.”

Gazing fervently down at her as he shifted, he aligned their hips, his cock nudging her intimately. She opened her mouth, “yes” on the tip of her tongue, as well as “more” and “now, please
,
” but no sound came out.

Barely above a whisper, he intoned, “You have submissive traits, Mara. It was the reason we were drawn to each other so quickly. We recognized in the other what we desire most.”

“I’ve never—”

“You’ve never met a man that made you want to submit to him. It’s been lying dormant inside you waiting to be coaxed free.”

“Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“I was easing you into my control.”

“You were?”

“Baby, who sets the pace?”

“You do.”

“Who decides how you get your pleasure?”

“You do, but—”

“How many times have I taken you where you couldn’t move, where I’ve controlled the play so all you had to do was surrender and enjoy?”

She hesitated. “Lots, but sometimes you let me…” her words trailed off.

“Exactly, I let you. From the beginning, Mara, I’ve dominated you sexually.” He let that sink in before he continued. “I’d like to take it further. To have you fully submit to me. I’d love to dress you in something tasteful yet alluring, which I think is often sexier than bare, and have you on your knees, hands bound behind you, gazing up at me with those big beautiful green eyes, ready to please me in every way. As you so aptly put it with the ‘whole deviant nine yards’. In return, I’ll give you the most powerful orgasms you’ve ever had in your life. Does the thought of becoming completely mine, allowing me total control of your body as you submit to my demands make you hot, Mara?”

Stricken by a wave of overwhelming desire, her body hummed as she pictured Sean, tying her down, teasing and sexually tormenting her, playing with her body for hours.

“It seems like the cat’s got the sassy girl’s tongue.” Holding her gaze, he shifted, his knee coming between her thighs and nudging them apart. As she willingly spread for him more, he pressed his weight against her. At the same time, his mouth took hers in a fiercely passionate kiss, robbing her of breath. The next instant, it was gone as he sat back on his heels. Capturing her hands, he placed them palms up on either side of her head. “Let’s try an experiment. Leave your hands where they are while I explore.”

He began stroking her lightly, his hands moving over her shoulders, circling the base of her breasts and trailing down over her flat stomach. At her waist, they flared out and tracked down her sides, over her hips and along the tops of her thighs. The entire time he surveyed her body’s response.

As he played with her body, she responded instinctively, arching her back to offer her breasts, sucking in breath making her belly concave for his touch, spreading her thighs wide in clear invitation as he came close to the place she so wanted him to be.

He slowly returned to his previous position, lying on top of her, claiming her lips in another soul stirring kiss.

Her hands moved reflexively to touch him.

“Ah ah, hands where I put them. You wouldn’t want to earn a correction during our experiment, would you?”

A correction. As she moved her hands back to her pillow, her mind conjured up all sorts of BDSM punishments she’d read about: leather restraints and clamps, spankings and floggings. She had to admit, the idea of Sean’s loving hands doing those things to her didn’t sound exactly like punishment, except for the whip, which she couldn’t imagine was much fun at all and did in fact freak her out.

“A correction,” he explained, as if reading her thoughts, “would be something that would remind you to obey me in the future.”

The word obey sent another rush of heat between her thighs. Was she nuts? Where was this coming from? His lips dancing lightly over her skin was answer enough. When they curled around her bare nipple, she knew she would do anything he wanted if he kept up this sensual onslaught. Arching into him, she pressed more of her breast against his warm mouth. As she did, his teeth bore down in a firm bite with pressure, not pain. A groaned ripped from her chest.

“Mara.”

“Yeah?”

“Where are your hands supposed to be, darlin’?”

Her eyes fluttered open and angled down, meeting his amused gaze as he hovered over the wet, distended tip of her breast. Her hands weren’t where he left them; they were threaded through the silky dark locks on his head.

“I hadn’t realized...”

“I like that you lose yourself in my kisses, but try to be good and keep them where I told you to, yeah?”

She nodded.

“Talk to me, baby. I like the sound of your voice.”

“Yes.”

“Try, ‘yes, Sir’ or better yet, since I am the supreme potentate of this chamber, try ‘yes, Master.’”

“Yes, Master,” she breathed out, barely recognizing the hushed, wispy quality of her voice.

“Good girl. Now put your hands back where I had them and leave them there.” He waited until the backs of her hands were against the bed once more before he pushed her thighs wider with his knees and returned to the sweet torture of her nipple. Her pussy lips spread wide in this position and the barely there caress of air against her clit was nearly unbearable. She wanted more and undulated her hips and body beneath him.

“Stay with me, darlin’.”

“I don’t know if I can, Lu—uh, Master. I’m about to come apart.”

“Hold on a bit longer. I’ll be inside you very soon. First, I want to explore this pretty pink pussy.”

She groaned in frustration, the guttural sound coming from deep within her belly. She could feel his warm breath against her damp skin as his face drew near her spread thighs. A moan ripped from her chest when he rubbed his chin against her swollen lower lips.

“All this talk of dominance and submission has your pussy gushing. Your pink flesh is glistening with your juices and your clit is standing up begging for my tongue. My mouth is watering for a taste of you.”

As he licked up through her sensitized slit, Mara’s trembling fingers curled into her pillow, holding on literally by a thread. When he circled her clit, rounding it slowly, her hips bucked upward, seeking more at the same time she needed less or she’d explode in orgasm against his wishes. As his tongue continued its sensual torment, he added his fingers to the mix, the length of his middle finger sliding inside her. After a long, deliberate glide, a second digit joined the first and in tandem, they moved in and out of her in a slow finger fuck. Each inward thrust grazed along her G-spot tormenting her until she couldn’t hold on any longer, crying out for relief.

“Sean, please.”

His mouth stopped and his fingers withdrew, though he didn’t move into place between her thighs, which was surprising. The next instant, a firm tap landed on her pussy lips, connecting with her protruding clit. She whimpered, on edge with sexual frustration that hurt so good. His fingers tapped again and her legs jerked, her hips arching up from the bed. His forearm banded across her hips to hold her down as his hand pulled up on her mound tightening the skin and making her clit stand out even more.

“Sean…” she gasped.

“Do you call your sovereign ruler by his first name, Mara?” Several more quick taps were followed by a light slap. “That’s not very respectful, now is it?”

He was spanking her pussy. Holy shit! Again, his fingers came down with a splat against her wet lips. The blatant masculine power he exuded with this illicitly naughty act propelled her body toward climax.

“Master,” she called to him. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”

“My good girl remembered,” he murmured, giving her one more firm slap before he took her clit in his mouth and sucked it hard, worrying it with his teeth.

“I’m coming,” she wailed.

He was inside her the next instant, filling her with one long powerful glide. His body took over the tapping and slapping of her clit as he slammed into her. She lay beneath him spiraling out of control as another earth shattering orgasm took hold. In the midst of it, he repositioned her legs, extending them upward along the length of his body, and hooking her ankles over his shoulders. Surging into her unbelievably deep, she cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. As she came, he drove into her until with a rough rumbling groan his climax overtook him too.

As he collapsed beside her and drew her exhausted body against him, he buried his face in her hair and exhaled. “I think my experiment proved my hypothesis, sweet submissive. You loved it.”

“Oh my… Never have I… Oh my freakin’ god!”

Chuckling low, he squeezed her tight. “While I appreciate the promotion, baby, Master will do, or Grand Poobah has a nice ring to it.”

Too spent to reply, she leaned heavily against him, turning her face up until their lips met. In awe, she watched as he rolled to switch off the lamp on the nightstand. This man was powerful, a sensual force who had easily mastered her body and compelled her obedience with his calm control. He did it not by force, or using fear or brutality as she’d known in the past. Sean’s approach was a sensual possession that turned her into a mindless lump of clay beneath him. Amazed, she wanted him to mold her into the sensual being they both wanted her to be.

He rolled again, reaching across her to turn off the other light. He pulled up the covers next and settled beside her. His arm snaked around her waist and gathered her close, her back to his front.

“Night, baby,” he murmured against her ear.

“Mm…” she hummed sleepily, “it was a very good night, Master.”

His arm flexed, and she felt, as well as heard his heavy, contented sigh brush along the back of her neck. Mara snuggled into him, her head pillowed against his bicep, her body enveloped by his. She drifted off to sleep the next moment, a smile gracing her face as another fragment of her horrifying past was pushed out, and a new, happy, resplendent memory took its place.

 

 

 

Chapter Five

 

Once the floodgates opened, they rode the tide of their passion for all it was worth. Every morning before work, Sean roused her, usually taking her hard and fast due to their limited time. When she crawled into bed late after work, he was a bit more leisurely, though cognizant of the time if he had to work the next day. Their off days were most often spent in bed until noon and hitting the sheets again early at night, eagerly exploring the kinky side they had discovered in the other. Sean was introducing her slowly to the delights of BDSM play while he helped her explore her newfound love of submission.

Surprisingly, Mara discovered how freeing it could be to willingly give control to someone she trusted. During the time with Victor, her freewill had been wrested from her and replaced with abuse, fear and helplessness. The time since, she’d been on her own, in total control of everything, yet often feeling like she was in a wild tailspin with no one to lean on if she wanted to. Sean met those needs in her. Being cared for, protected, and loved was something she hadn’t known since she was a very young girl.

Her life had changed drastically in the past few months. Living with someone after being on her own for so long should have taken some getting used to, not with Sean. He was neat, cleaning the house while she worked, cooking and surprisingly, doing all the grocery shopping. Laundry wasn’t his thing; however, so she gladly did sheets and towels as well as her own clothes, which consisted mostly of scrubs. His uniforms, which were his service blues rather than his preferred ACU’s since he was working in and around Washington, came back each week cleaned and pressed from a dry cleaner. He threw in a load of socks, tees and underwear once a week. Mara felt bad that he was shouldering most of the burden of the household tasks, but when she mentioned it, he shrugged, asking what else he had to do while she worked.

All of the guys from his unit had gone back to Afghanistan. Occasionally, Sean would go for a beer with some of the pentagon crew, but being the new guy in town and assigned only temporarily, he didn’t do so often.

The only stumbling block with Sean was that he didn’t like her working so much or so late at night. It was the only time his inherently dominant personality even bothered her in the least. Leaving work alone after her 4 p.m. to midnight shifts worried him to no end, especially with her taking the bus, so they bought her a late model used car and she switched to on campus parking. At least, he reasoned, the lots were occasionally patrolled.

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