Hooked (Decadence Nights Book 1) (9 page)

“Fuck me,” he repeated with a groan, his hands raking through his hair in frustration. “Joseph, my man, please give her a few swats for me.”

“Not a problem, my friend.”

“Hey,” Livvy protested, stopping her hands—just barely—from flying protectively to her bottom.

“Save your breath, pet, no amount of protests will get you out of this.” To David and Emma he said goodnight. “I’ll be in touch about your visit. Come on, Livvy. You’ve got a long uncomfortable night ahead of you I’m afraid.”

She looked back at her friends beseechingly as he pulled her down the sidewalk toward his Lexus. They were no help, especially David, who was grinning broadly rather than coming to her rescue, the big traitor.

“I like him, Liv,” he called with a wave as Joseph tucked her in the passenger seat and shut the door.

“I love him,” she whispered in the empty car, “although I have a feeling my bottom won’t by the end of the night.”

Livvy’s prediction had come true. Joseph had spent the rest of the night lecturing her then spanking her ass, which was followed by lovemaking, another lecture and more spanking. Beneath the palm of his hard hand, he’d made her promise complete honesty from this point forward. While applying the crop she’d sworn there were no more secrets, omissions or skeletons—her word—remaining in her past, and she’d begged his forgiveness while he applied the cane in six even swats across each sit spot. The rest of the night and the entire weekend that followed, they’d cuddled, kissed, and talked, when Joseph wasn’t making her scream with more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed of, which was exactly as he’d promised.

On Monday, when they’d walked into the office together, things had changed for Livvy. She didn’t care any longer who knew about her and Joseph, nor did she care if he gave her soft looks, or caressed her cheek, or called her into his office simply for a kiss. In retrospect, it was a whole lot nicer than the previous weeks when she’d felt distanced from him and little more than a dirty secret.

On Wednesday, they left work early and traveled south to San Antonio for another night at Club Decadence. This time, Joseph promised she’d tour the dungeon before he carried her off to a private room and had his wicked way with her.

With him as company, the drive down was much more pleasant, passing in no time. Another bonus, she didn’t have to wait in line this time, going in on a member’s arm instead. She looked at the long line of hopeful subs and imagined she’d looked the same way just a few short weeks ago. In the lobby, Astrid checked them in, her eyes going from her to Joseph in wonder. Remembering how the sub had reacted at the possibility of being assigned a punishment from Joseph, she gave the girl a sad shake of her head. She didn’t know what she was missing, and Livvy was grateful for that.

Had things gone differently that night, if fate hadn’t intervened, if the Domme who was supposed to be her mentor hadn’t become ill, or if Astrid had accepted Joseph as her disciplinarian for the night, her life as she now knew it could have been drastically altered. Unthinkably, without Joseph in it.

“Ready, pet?”

She loved when he called her that, his voice warm with affection. Glancing up, she nodded. “Being here with you, it’s like the first time and seems more real, somehow.”

He lifted her hand to his lips, giving her palm and the inside of her wrist a kiss, along with a brief tease with the tip of his tongue. Then, he opened the door. A wave of music blasted her in the face. She looked toward the stage and saw the girls up front once again.

“Would you like to say hello to your friends, have a drink, and relax a bit after the drive before we go into the playroom?”

“Can we?” She grinned up at him, pleased by his consideration of her needs. Any other man she’d been with would have dragged her directly to the dungeon like a caveman, beating his chest and demanding his gratification. Not Joseph.

“Don’t sound so relieved.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. I do want to see the playroom, but—”

“I was teasing, Livvy. Come on.”

It took several minutes to wend their way through the crowd and by the time they did, Elena and her band were taking their first break. As before, the sound level decreased dramatically as the lights came up. Mara spotted them first as they approached.

“Livvy, you came back.” A smile lit her face, which turned quickly to surprise as she took in the man behind her. Her gaze shifted quickly back to Livvy and the collar around her neck.

Reflexively, Livvy reached up and stroked the leather band at her throat; her new collar was unlike any she’d ever seen. Not in the traditional style, but Victorian-inspired, made of leather and lace with heart shaped nickel accents. He’d presented it to her earlier while she stood in front of the mirror getting dressed. In need of help with her zipper, she’d lifted her hair. That’s when Joseph had wrapped it around her neck. While he’d adjusted the fit, she smiled through a mist of tears, overjoyed to wear the sign of his possession around her neck.

“This collar is for play. I know we’re still new, but I want to see you in a permanent D/s collar soon, one that you can wear every day.”

“I’d love that, Master.” As her fingers stroked the intricately tooled leather and the delicate lace, her eyes met his in the glass. When she was able to speak, her voice was husky with emotion. “This is very pretty. Where did you find it?”

“A BDSM friendly leather artist the club uses made it special for me. She does exquisite work.” He turned her, lifting her face for his kiss. “There are matching cuffs. Give me your wrists.” As he buckled them in place, he pressed a kiss in each palm.

“So, Master J—” Mara’s voice snapped Livvy back to the present, as did Joseph’s hand tightening on her hip. Her new friend’s gaze switched between her and the man at her back, grinning broadly. “Have you scooped up our Livvy already?”

“I have, little felon. Has Sean been keeping you out of trouble?”

“I’m trying, Joe, but it’s a full time job.” A familiar male voice shifted Livvy’s attention. Master Sean now stood behind Mara, surrounding his wife in a full body hug. His eyes fell to Livvy, taking in her collar and Joseph’s arm around her waist. “You work fast, my friend. I’m impressed. I think it might be a club record.”

“Don’t go alerting Guinness, just yet. I had an edge.”

Joseph’s remark came with a chuckle, the melodic sound reverberated from his chest, to where he pressed against her back, and then radiated pleasantly throughout her body. She leaned against him, enjoying their closeness.

“Master Joseph’s edge was that he’s her boss, Lucky,” Mara explained to her husband with a grin.

“Is he now? Sounds like there’s a story here.” Sean also grinned. “Care to fill me in over a scotch?”

Livvy saw him nod readily, but paused just as quick, eyeing the pitchers of fruity cocktails on the submissive’s table. He leaned down to whisper in Livvy’s ear. “One drink in a normal sized glass this time, pet. I want you clearheaded. After the show, we’ll tour the dungeon and find somewhere to play.”

She smiled up at him, dutifully answering, “Yes, Master.” The next thing she knew he had her bent over his arm in a clinch worthy of an old Hollywood heartthrob.

Left dizzy and aroused, he assisted her to a chair as the girls made room for her at their table. Then he was off, striding confidently with Sean in the direction of the bar.

“Don’t you love/hate when they do that?” Elena laughed as she joined them.

Lexie who was nearest the pitcher poured each of the new arrivals a full glass. “You look like you could use one of these stat.” With a welcoming smile, she passed Livvy her strawberry margarita. “So, you and Master J… Dish, girl.”

She was about to spill her guts when Megan joined them. Her huge, gorgeous Dom husband seated her, kissing her like he would swallow her whole. Then, with a nod to the group, he also joined the men at the bar.

“Is drop dead gorgeous a requirement for Doms in this place?” Livvy asked as she stared after him.

Megan chuckled. “I think we’ve all asked that same question. Just wait until you get in the dungeon where they’re half-dressed.” She fanned herself with her hand as the other girls laughed.

“I’m a little nervous about that,” Livvy admitted. “I didn’t make it to the dungeon last time I was here.”

“No kidding,” Mara replied. “You hightailed it out of here like your thong was on fire. As soon as you busted through the front doors, I saw Joseph in hot pursuit. I would have paid money to be a fly on the wall in the lobby that night.”

“Ooo,” Megan gushed with a grin, “did he chase you down and toss you over his shoulder? I freakin’ love when Tony does that.”

“Sort of. He chased, caught me, I fainted and woke up in his bed. I’m not sure about the over the shoulder part. I’d have to ask.”

“These Decadence Doms,” Mara said with a dreamy look on her face, clearly lost in a romantic memory of her own, “they literally sweep you off your feet.”

“Yeah,” Megan sighed. “They also spank you, tie you to the bed, fuck you senseless and convince you that you can’t live without them. We don’t stand a chance.”

Feminine heads nodded in agreement all around and Livvy, who thought it had only happened to her, laughed with relief.

*****

Joseph collected her after Elena’s last set and then introduced her to the heart of Club Decadence. The dungeon, affectionately known as the playroom to the members, was huge, lavish and when she got a good eyeful, quite honestly depraved. It made every other BDSM club she’d been to dim in comparison. As her Dom escorted her around the main floor, Livvy didn’t know where to look first. Did she watch the elevated stages where the players, obviously exhibitionists, were spotlighted, clearly reveling in their love of being watched? Or, did she focus on one of the many scenes in the various stations where couples and some trios were involved in all sorts of kinky play?

There was a wax scene where a Dom was making his sub scream in ecstasy as he dripped hot wax on her breasts and between her splayed legs. Another station featured a padded bondage table, with a male sub in restraints. The area glowed with a purplish light as the Dom taunted the bound man with a violet wand, the buzz and crackle making Livvy jump as they passed. Joseph paused to watch a trio at a chain station, positioning her in front of him, his hands on her hips pulling her ass back against his very hard cock. She wondered which of the many scenes had turned him on so. Was it the female in front of them bound with her hands stretched high overhead forcing her up on her toes? She couldn’t blame him, also finding the scene intensely sensual. As they watched, the woman threw her head back, eyes closed, lips parted, her unrestrained cries rising over the din of the room, while the man with his face buried between her spread thighs brought her to pleasure. Her moans were interspersed by uninhibited shouts every time the third, another man, lashed her back, ass and thighs with some kind of flogger.

“What is he using, Master?”

“That is an Alley Cat. Light and fast, it packs quite a sting. Monroe is very skilled. Notice her skin, although its pink, there isn’t a single welt.”

“She seems to be enjoying it.” An understatement, Livvy thought, as another joyful cry rose from the submissive. As she looked on in fascination, the Dom dropped his lash and tore open his leathers. After spitting on his fingers and wetting the head of his cock, he swiftly took his position at her ass and thrust into her. As if planned in advance, the other Dom rose from his knees and with her legs pinioned wide over his forearms, he entered her from the front. Simultaneously, the two men pumped away while a sustained wail rose from the submissive wedged between them. The man in back, fisted her hair and twisted her head for his kiss. The man in front plumped up a breast and latched on to her nipple. It was raw, visceral and more erotic than anything Livvy had ever witnessed in the public clubs she’d visited.

She took a step back. Kudos to the woman, even though the scene was quite provocative, it was more than she could ever imagine taking on herself, nor would she want to. Joseph alone stretched her limits, quite literally, never could she see herself handling two men at a time. Her round eyes sought her Dom.

“The scene is hot and extremely intense, pet, but I don’t share—ever.”

She twisted in his arms and buried her face in his chest. “Thank god, Master. I couldn’t…”

“Just another way we suit.” As the trio’s cries of release filled the air, Joseph led her away. “Let’s move on, there’s more to see.”

Next stop was a spanking bench with one Dom and one sub. She was restrained to the bench while her Dom took her vigorously from behind. He paused for a moment and turned, reaching for a mini-mop on a nearby table. In profile, she recognized Master Dex. Her eyes dropped instantly to the sub who she recognized as Elena.

She sighed in relief, which made him chuckle. “It says something that you see a spanking bench and a mini-flogger as run of the mill.”

“Decadence is much more intense than anywhere I’ve ever been, Master. It’s refreshing to see something old school.”

“Be glad we didn’t find them in Dex’s corner.” He nodded to a large cordoned off area up ahead. “He’s a whip master, the single tail to be precise.”

Looking from the wooden whipping post in the shadowed corner to the petite singer restrained over the bench, Livvy shook her head in amazement. “But she’s so small and he’s… huge and strong. How does she handle that?”

“Different strokes, as they say.” Sounding amused by his pun, he once again moved them deeper inside the cavernous playroom. “I was able to reserve a room upstairs.”

Her attention was immediately drawn to the flight of stairs ahead of them leading up to the open second floor.

Reading her unconcealed curiosity, he explained. “The second floor houses a dozen private rooms, each with a different theme. Some are so popular they have to be reserved weeks in advance. I was hoping for the Sultan’s Chamber, but it is the most sought after room so we’ll have to make do with what was available. Sean and Dex told me they’re expanding because what they have is simply not enough to keep up with the demand. A dozen more will be open in the next six months. We’ll be able to play sultan and concubine, one night, headmaster and unruly student the next, or perhaps, doctor.”