Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (46 page)

“Take me to the back of your throat.” The rumbling timbre of his voice turned her to putty. With her hands curled into her thighs, she relaxed her jaw and throat, surrendering her mouth for the taking. She hummed with enjoyment deep in her throat.

“That’s it,” he groaned, guiding her movements as he slowly took her mouth.

After a few unhurried glides, he pulled out and rubbed the head along her lips, painting them with a mix of their essence. Then, he dipped back inside, his hips pumping faster.

“I’m not ready to come,” he groaned, much to himself. “Not just yet.”’

Then he pulled out and she whimpered at the loss. He didn’t go far, lowering himself between her spread thighs. Noting the carnality of his grin, she prepared herself for her world to be rocked at least once more.

“I cleaned you up for a reason, you know. Get ready for round two.”

Tony eased her onto her back, bending forward to kiss her rounded belly. Self-consciously, her hands covered her after-baby pooch that daily crunches and breastfeeding would not make go away.

He captured her wrists, pulling them aside with a growl. “You are gorgeous, Megan, more so since bearing my children. Don’t hide from me.” His lips moved over her hips, up her belly and over her rib cage. He lifted his head, his mouth hovering over her breasts as he looked up at her.

“You’re as sexy as ever, and you know I love your lush curves. I’ve told you often enough, so I want you to stop worrying about a few pounds of baby weight.”

“A few is two or three, this is more like fifteen.”

“Megan,” Tony warned, coming nose to nose with her instantly, frowning at her in displeasure. He hated when she put herself down. “I love you exactly as you are, got that?”

“Got it, Sir.”

“Good, then hush while I make you come again.” He pushed inside her. The double penetration of the large cock embedded in her ass combined with her husband’s overly generous size created a nearly overwhelming fullness. Conscious of the snug fit, Tony moved slowly until a few amazing strokes later, he was fully rooted. He stilled, capturing her lips as he pulled her upright to straddle his thighs, the position allowing him even greater depth.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung to him, breathing against his lips. “I love you so much, Tony.”

“Love you too, angel.” He restarted the Sybian at the lowest setting while they sat motionless, letting the machine do the work. “How does it feel, two big cocks pistoning inside you, stretching, filling, and fucking you?”

“It feels fantastic, Captain.”

“What I feel is more than fantastic. The vibe filling your ass makes your pussy unbelievably tight. You fit me like a glove, every inch of extra space is consumed. With only a thin barrier separating me from the cock in your ass, I can feel every movement and vibration. It’s mind blowing, baby.”

They stayed motionless, simply experiencing the sensations, the only sounds in the room their rapid erratic breaths and the pumping of the Sybian. Unable to contain herself, she arched against him and let out a low, groan of ecstasy.

“This is what it would feel like if two men were taking you at once.” Tony buried his face in her fragrant hair. “A ménage is a hard limit for you, but now that you’ve experienced a taste of it, are you sure you don’t want to explore the possibilities?”

Megan stiffened, astounded he would suggest such a thing. Her hands came up and pushed against his chest.

“Yellow.”

His head came up immediately. With his face set in a serious mien, he switched off the machine. She glared at him, not caring in the least that she wasn’t supposed to, submissive etiquette be damned.

“I can’t believe you just asked me that.” If she could have, she would have gotten up and stormed out she was so mad. “It’s always been off-limits for you too, Tony. Do you want some other man to fuck me? Have
you
changed your mind?”

“No—”

“Then why ask?”

“Because if it was something you wanted, I’d make it happen for you.”

She stared at him angrily. Usually he was quite perceptive, but currently he was being an ass and digging a bigger hole for himself with the bullshit spewing from his mouth.

“Megan. I was almost sure of your answer, but needed to hear it from you.”

“Get off.”

“No.”

“I want to get down.”

His hands slid up her back and curled over her shoulders. “I can see that you’re angry.”

“No shit?”

He exhaled long and slow. “Megan, we need to talk this out.”

“Fine. Let’s talk about our wedding. Do you remember that day?”

“Certainly, it’s tied with the birth of the twins as the best day of my life.”

“So you’re calling me a liar?” As her pique rose, so did her volume. She felt herself getting more riled with each passing moment. His words hurt and she felt what was left of her calm evaporating.

“Never, angel, I trust you implicitly.”

“That’s a shame because it only leaves two options. Either you’ve taken a blow to the head and are suffering traumatic memory loss or you’re a gigantic ass.”

“Megan,” he growled.

“Sorry, but I’m pissed. When I married you, I vowed to forsake all others and keep myself unto you as long as we both shall live. If I remember correctly, you made the same vow. Therefore, I want you to explain to me why you think I would change my mind. I gave that damn limit list a lot of thought. Some of the things scared the hell out of me, but I agreed to explore them with you—only you. I want to please you, but why for one minute you think I’d agree to bring another person, whether man, woman, or a freaking hermaphrodite into our bedroom is beyond me!” She ended her rant in a near scream as she emphasized her words with several emphatic pokes to his chest. She was so loud that the DM stuck his head in.

“Everything all right in here, Cap? Megan?” It was Dex, on DM duty tonight for the private rooms.

“No, it isn’t, Master Dex. Your Captain here is acting like a complete and utter jackass.”

There was a pause, before he deadpanned. “He’s been an ass off and on since I’ve known him, honey, almost twenty years now, so I imagine that’s par for the course. Want me to kick him out for you?”

She eyed Tony speculatively wondering at his reaction to that.

“Don’t even think about it, Megan. We’re talking this out.”

Another long pause followed. Eventually, and very reluctantly, she answered. “No, Master Dex. I’m just ticked. ‘Red’ is on the tip of my tongue if he says one more moronic thing, however.”

“I’ll be nearby if you feel the need, honey. Cap?”

“It’s all good, bud. And there won’t be a need. I can handle this little sub without your help. I’ve got a flogger within reach and I’m ready to use it if she says one more sassy thing.”

Not ready to forgive him yet, her brows gathered as Dex chuckled and Tony grinned down at her. Obviously recognizing the banter that was common for them, Dex turned to take his leave. “Since everything is under control, I’ll go.”

“One thing, Dex. I have to give Sean’s new toy here a glowing recommendation. Megan in particular enjoyed reverse cowgirl and the DP feature.”

She squealed in outrage at the revealing comment and smacked him on the arm. She heard the door close behind Dex and his fading laughter as he moved down the hall.

Tony turned serious once they were alone, his warm gaze locking on hers.

“Megan, my love, I do remember our vows but I also remember our D/s contract. It stated I would take care of your needs and push your limits of sexual submission. You enjoyed what we did earlier. I wanted to make sure—now that you’ve learned what it could be like—that you hadn’t changed your mind or that this wasn’t a secret fantasy of yours. I can see I was wrong.”

“Ya think?”

His hand cupped her jaw. “I’m trying to apologize, baby.”

She shut her mouth, her anger cooling a few degrees.

“I most sincerely apologize for being an ass and solemnly beg for your forgiveness.”

Staring into his mesmerizing deep brown eyes, she felt herself waver. “Marriage vows trump contracts in my book, Tony.”

“Agreed.”

She cupped his chin in her small hands, staring at him intently. “Do you want a threesome, Captain?”

“No, Megan. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

She stared at him silently for a long drawn out moment, then nodded and pulled his head down for a kiss, pouring into him all the love in her heart. She then fisted his hair in her hands and tugged. “I forgive you, Captain, but don’t ever pull that shit again.”

Surprised, his eyes flared wide as she channeled a bit of Mistress Anne. Smart man that he was, he readily agreed. “Yes, ma’am. Never again.”

She nodded. As quickly as it had come, the steam behind her anger evaporated.

“As long as it’s you and me, are you willing to keep exploring?”

She nodded, smiling sweetly up at him before she bent and whispered against his lips, “Yes, and you can resume anytime. I’m green again, Captain.”

“Thank fuck,” Tony uttered in obvious relief, then flipped on the remote and got back to business.

They rode the fucking horse, so named by Tony, until their time was nearly up. By then, Megan had tried out all of the features and a variety of positions including double machine penetration while riding the Sybian’s powerful clit vibrator.

One would think four spectacular orgasms would be enough for the man, including the latest brought on by two vibrating, pumping cocks and unrelenting clitoral stimulation, but it wasn’t, not for her evil Dom. No, he demanded another.

Once he had her writhing in mindless ecstasy, he set the controls on intermittent, so that it teased with short bursts of sensation, halting abruptly just as she was reaching climax. Then, he added the flogger.

“Never say I’m not a man of my word. I promised a butt lashing if you were good, angel, and I mean to deliver.”

As the soft flails landed across her body, the flogger, along with the three ring circus going on between her thighs, brought her to such an intense level of excitement that she screamed, coming in a continuous wave until her milk let down and her pussy gushed once again.

Tony dropped the flogger at that point and re-mounted the horse. He pulled her head up and sank into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. After a few, slow glides, he pushed deeper, faster, until he bumped against her throat. She accommodated him, taking nearly all his length readily, fervently. As she built to yet another mind-blowing climax, at the last minute, he grabbed the control switch and ratcheted up the speed of all three devices to high. Exerting unbelievable control, he held back until she once again convulsed helplessly, crying out her pleasure around the hard length of him in her mouth. Obviously waiting for this cue, only then did he give in, finishing ferociously as he shouted her name.

* * * * *

At midnight, Tony carried his sweet smelling submissive, damp from the shower they’d taken together in the well-appointed private room, down the stairs and through the crowded main room. He held her close, wrapped tightly in his arms, wearing only a thin robe and a fuzzy sub blanket. He ignored the grins of his friends and proceeded to the owner’s entrance. She stirred in the cooler night air as he tucked his exhausted, very drowsy and well-loved woman into his SUV and buckled her in.

Climbing behind the wheel, he couldn’t resist pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Watching her smile in her sleep, he was pleased. He had set out to create a memory and surely had with the evening culminating in an out of this world triple penetration and an impressive sixth orgasm neither of them would likely forget.

Chapter Thirty

As Mara moved down the long administrative hallway, her shoes barely made a sound, leaving only footprints in the thick loop of the rich toasted almond carpet as she passed. After exiting through the security door using her brand new member’s only keycard, the click of her heels echoed loudly as she crossed the gleaming Bordeaux hardwood on the dance floor. She grinned as the wood flooring transitioned into some sort of swirling marble or granite as she traversed the bar. With a wave to Ben, who was restocking, she crossed to the medieval doors. Uncertain of the rules when the club was technically closed, she kicked off her shoes just in case. Again, she smiled as she entered the main playroom, enjoying the feel of the warm stone beneath her feet.

Decadence—the word said it all. What other sex club in the world provided under the floor heating for the comfort of its submissives?

“We’ve spared no expense,” Sean had commented when he’d given her the full tour. Talk about an understatement. One look around and it was obvious.

The irony of it all was truly comical and made Mara laugh aloud. The sound startling as it echoed in the cavernous unoccupied room. Muffling subsequent giggles behind her hand, she considered the incongruity of seeing to the comfort of all the subs precious little piggies when their Dom’s intended to paddle, flog, wax, whip, clamp and do other untold things to countless areas of their chained, bound or otherwise restrained bodies.

Grinning broadly and feeling happier than she had in a very long time, Mara hurried along to the women’s locker room with a box in one hand and the combination to a locker in the other. Sadly, one of the member’s had dismissed his submissive after finding her in the parking lot with her lips locked around another Dom’s cock. The punishment, immediate dismissal for violation of club rules. The submissive was contracted exclusively, which was obvious from the leather collar she wore around her neck, and according to Sean, one she hadn’t even bothered to remove for the clandestine blowjob in the back seat of the other Dom’s Lexus. It wasn’t her first offense and her Dom, humiliated and fed up, wanted her gone. The Dom on the receiving end was also history. On probation already, Master Dex had given him the boot on the spot, having previously warned him of his fate with one more misstep.

Thinking how two other applicants on the mile long waiting list would capitalize on the ousted member’s misfortune, Mara pushed through the swinging doors of the women’s locker room, her mission to pack up the outgoing submissive’s belongings. She stopped short, finding a tall, thin brunette standing in front of an open locker. Startled, the woman whirled to face her, hands behind her back.