What About Love (Club Decadence Book 6) (22 page)

T’s mouth eased back, but didn’t leave her, instead he nibbled and teased her lower lip.

“One stage down, baby. You’re doing great.”

Although dazed by his attention, a hand lightly touching her bottom broke into her euphoria. Not T’s, definitely, both of his hands were stroking her hair. As she tensed, his words eased her. “Relax, the second stage is all about pleasure.”

He sipped at her mouth, as a stranger’s fingers spread her pussy lips. Something smooth touched between her lips, and the next instant began vibrating. Unbridle cries of pleasure rose around her, breaking free from her cohorts who she knew were experiencing the same thing. Oddly, the commonality, knowing she wasn’t going through this alone, settled her further. She relaxed into the buzzing sensations that ran over her spread lips and circled her clit round and round as she savored the taste of T on her tongue. She whimpered low in her throat when his hand palmed her breast and his fingers captured a taut nipple.

Her body couldn’t contain its response and like the others, her cries broke free.

“Come for me,” T demanded. “As beautifully as you did the other night.” The increased pressure, as his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled the hard peak, gave her the impetus to soar. Her body jerked and shuddered as she found her release.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, his breath hot and mingling with hers.

His busy fingers didn’t quit as the chime rang again. After a pause as they rotated, new fingers on her bottom touched her higher. They spread her cleft and she felt something cold between her cheeks.

“T,” she gasped in alarm.

“Easy.” He lifted his head and caught her gaze. “I chose a very small plug. The carousel has never run without an anal stage. It would be suspect if we broke tradition tonight.”

She tensed as she felt the tip penetrate.

“Take it for me, little bit. If you do, I think you’ll find you enjoy it.” His mouth found hers again as both hands played with her breasts. “Imagine that it’s only you and me.”

Coming back in a rush, his words replayed in her head.

“Everyone who will touch you tonight was hand selected by me.”

“I trust them with you.”

“Take it for me.”

“Come for me.”

“Submit to me.”

He’d done what he could to make this endurable for her and then he’d done more. Strangely, despite the bizarre event, she felt cared for and protected. It made her want to do everything he asked, to give herself over to him, relinquishing all control and submitting fully to him. It occurred to her in that moment that this is exactly what BDSM was all about and she might just be, as he’d always said, submissive.

She relaxed, and as she did the plug slid home. Being the first time she’d ever had anything back there, she was surprised at the pleasurable fullness, even more so when it began to buzz and vibrate rapidly.

Soon, the third chime sounded.

“That’s my good girl. You’re halfway home.” His praise made her smile, giving her almost as much enjoyment as his kisses.

Fingers brushed her inner thighs as straps were wrapped around them. “What’s next, T?”

“No worries, stage four is pleasure too.”

A few moments passed as the straps were adjusted, then something was aligned between her lips at the top of her slit. Vibrations began again, albeit ten times more intense with the new buzzing device positioned directly over her already sensitized clit. Immediately, she climbed to the brink of climax once more.

“It’s a butterfly vibe.” T’s husky voice hummed in her ear as he licked and nibbled the length of her neck. “You’ll have it and the plug for the rest of the ride.”

The next chime seemed to come more quickly.

“Stage five is a suede flogger. The Dom who wields it is an expert with the lash. He’ll go easy. Only one more after this and you’re done.”

No. Something was missing. “What’s six?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“I do.”

Her insistence was met with silence.

“T!”

“Stage six is double penetration.”

Her mouth fell open for a moment. Val had said no vaginal penetration, but oral and anal would count as two. Okay, she was prepared for that. “T—”

“I won’t ask.”

“That will be every bit as suspect as no anal, won’t it?”

The flogger falling across both cheeks made her gasp. Not from pain, rather from the tails nudging the plug and butterfly more firmly in place. As she tried to remember what she was saying, another stroke landed, and another. As T’s tongue licked along her lips again, her mouth parted in invitation. With another lashing, the point she was trying to make somehow came surging back.

“T, it’s okay.” She groaned as the tails caught the plug, shifting it deeper inside her.

“No, this is enough.”

“Don’t you want me to?”

“Hell, yeah,” he breathed against her lips. “Watching this, seeing how beautifully you come, kissing you, touching you, my dick is as hard as iron with need for you, baby.”

“Then do it, please. I want to give you pleasure, too.”

Separate from their hushed conversation, the lash continued to fall.

His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. He searched her flushed face, as if he could divine her thoughts.

“I want to, Sir,” she urged. “Please.”

Clearly torn, he hesitated. As the chime rang out again, he exhaled heavily and gave a quick nod. Warm lips and a delving tongue consumed her briefly, then he stood, releasing his cock from his leather pants. Her first glimpse was fleeting, though long enough to see he was proportionate, everywhere, this part of him, possibly more so. Eagerly she wet her lips, never having wanted to give head as much as she did now.

He kept a firm grip on her hair and he guided his hard length to her lips. Her tongue came out to lick the smooth tip once before he slipped inside. She took him deep, at the same time the anal plug kicked up a notch. As T’s cock tested the confines of her mouth, her ass was abuzz, as was her clit from the butterfly. A new sensation was introduced as something flexible, maybe a paddle or a strap, fell across the lower curve of her cheeks with moderate heat. Way over stimulated, she couldn’t hold back, her body jerking in her bonds as she came, her mouth opening on a cry around T’s glorious possession.

Soon, a different chime sounded. Vaguely, Angie recognized applause, cheers and a few ribald comments. At the same time, T slowly withdrew. Clearly, the sound signified the end of the carousel. T’s action confirmed it as he laced up and moved quickly around the bench, first removing all toys, plugs and devices, then releasing her restraints.

The soft fuzz of a blanket soothed her inflamed skin, grazing her heated ass before it was draped over all of her. The next thing she knew, she was scooped up in his arms and held securely while the platform lowered to the floor. When it stopped, he moved quickly, carrying her through the crowd. To where, she didn’t know and at this point, she didn’t care. Burying her face in his neck, she blocked out the smiling, approving faces of the spectators.

All Angie wanted was to linger in his embrace for as long as she could, to savor the closeness of the last hour. The absurdity of finding intimacy while strangers touched her pussy and ass in the middle of a crowded sex club was not lost on her. It was T who had made it special.

*****

As she cuddled her soft body against him, the warm brush of her breath against his neck made him ache, as did the sounds of contentment emerging from her throat. The memory of her hot, wet mouth surrounding him, sucking him greedily and taking him deep stirred a visceral reaction in his still iron hard erection. It pressed uncomfortably against his zippered fly as he moved, tempting him to throw her across the nearest bench in the public room and take her, hard and fast like he’d wanted to for so long.

Controlling his need tonight had been nearly impossible. He hadn’t meant to take his dick out of his pants, the final stage be damned. His plan entailed dropping under the bench and putting his mouth on the hard pointed nipples that had taunted him for the past hour, adding to her pleasure, but denying his own. That plan had changed when she stared up at him imploringly, her beautiful eyes glowing more amber than green or brown, and rife with passion. Her rosy lips, faintly swollen from his kisses had parted in invitation, still glistening with moisture left by the slow glide of her tempting pink tongue.

A submissive begging to give pleasure was something few Doms could resist. And damned if she didn’t. Her heavenly mouth, such pure bliss that he’d almost come in one embarrassingly short ten minute stage. He’d ridden the carousel for a full hour with far more experienced lips wrapped around him the entire time and hadn’t come close to losing it.

Glancing down at his charge, curled soft and purring against him like a contented kitten, he realized how dangerous this was. He yearned to claim her for himself, but that path risked his heart, his very soul. Still, he strode across the main floor toward the service hall in the back and the employee lounge which would be empty right now with the club in full swing. His agenda: calm down, provide aftercare, explain again why this couldn’t happen—although considering what they had done tonight, he didn’t know how that would make any sense—then complete the mission for the night, which meant sending Angie home, alone as prey for a killer.

He pressed his thumb against the employee only access door and slammed through it. As it banged shut behind him, Angie stirred. She pressed her lips against his throat in an open mouthed kiss. The wet lick of her tongue along his skin, moving upward to his ear where she latched onto his lobe and proceeded to nibble was simply too much.

Unable to resist any longer, he let her feet drop to the floor. Coming close to slamming her against the wall, he pressed his hard body into her softness, hating his leather pants and the soft cotton tee that prevented him from feeling her bare skin as he rubbed against her. All the same, it was exhilarating feeling her body against him. Her lips opened under his and her hands, free to wander for the first time tonight, wound in his hair as he kissed her. His hips thrust forward, his leather constrained cock nudging against her belly. It wasn’t nearly enough. With his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her until they were eye to eye, chest to chest, cock to pussy. As natural as if he took her against the wall every day, she wound her long legs around his hips and ground her heated sex hungrily against his distended fly.

“T,” she breathed as she writhed against him. “I need you inside me. I feel empty.”

He imagined so. Not being a woman, he didn’t know the primal need to be filled, but she’d experienced everything except that in the long, torturous, carousel hour. His cock yearned to assuage her desire, as well as his own.

“Take me, Sir, please.”

He shouldn’t. Ignoring her request his head lowered to her neck. Bad idea. Now the sweet scent of her hair, of warm violets and ginger, filled his lungs with every breath. She wriggled frantically in his arms, her hand finding his zipper. Her lips grazed his ear as she breathed, “Please, fuck me, Sir.” Her plea ended with the gentle nip of her teeth as they clamped down on his earlobe.

You can’t
, a voice inside him warned, but his control was gone. With a last lucid and long ingrained thought to protection, he took care of that in a flash then thrust up inside her. Hot. Tight. Heavenly. His head fell forward against her shoulder as he groaned, long and low, his need to take and claim rising like a tide within him as if from his very toes.

Her teeth released him and her ardent moans filled the empty corridor. He plunged relentlessly taking what she freely gave, possessing her fully, and driving them both inexorably to the peak of breathtaking passion.

T came with a shout, his cry of joy a profound release as vitality spirited through him. Hazily, he thought,
so this is what has been missing
, but the elusive notion was quickly quashed as he spent inside her incredible heat and tightness.

As she shuddered in her own release, he heard her answering cries, and the softer, faintly breathed words much like his own. “I love you, T. Now I know what was missing.”

He stilled, unable to give back those words. He’d told her more than once he didn’t have it in him to give, but in that moment, he realized he was wrong. He did have it inside him and felt strongly for her, he was simply unwilling to risk saying the words and opening his heart again. Regret in an icy cold wave washed over him. He didn’t say a word, pretending he hadn’t heard, but when she tensed against him, he was sure she realized that he had.

“Please, put me down.”

Slowly, he let her legs slide down his as he set her feet on the floor.

“Darlin’—”

“We need to go.”

“Let’s take a moment, first.”

“Unnecessary.” One word, in a voice throaty and strained was clearly all she intended.

“Angie…”

“The women all went to the lounge with their Doms for a drink, after. We should too.” Head down, she pressed against the wall, physically pulling away, trying to focus on work as if she wasn’t standing naked in front of him.

“We should talk about what happened here.”

“What’s the point?” In a hushed voice, she admitted, “I asked you to fuck me, you did, and I’d rather not get into it further.”

“Can’t you look at me, darlin’?”

She didn’t.

He lowered his voice and gave a distinct order. “Eyes on me, Angie.”

Slowly, her chin came up. With tears on her lashes, it was like staring at sunshine through the rain, and that rain burned like acid on his soul. His thumbs came up to brush them away, but she pulled back.

“Don’t.” She shook her head, swiping at her tears with the back of her hand and blinking back others that threatened to fall. “I’m a big girl. I knew the score. You warned me several times. You don’t have it to give.” His words, given back to him, made him feel like an even bigger asshole than he already did. She’d been vulnerable and as the experienced one, he should have controlled himself.