What About Love (Club Decadence Book 6) (35 page)

“That’s the original brick, restored. They updated almost everything: wiring, plumbing and all the flooring is new. I’m glad they kept the high ceilings and wide doorways while they brought everything else up to code.”

He led her through the open floorplan lower level, to the back of the house and a set of double doors. These led out to a huge stone patio shaded by tall trees with several benches scattered about. He took a left, pulled her through the kitchen, and out an arched doorway that led to another flight of stairs.

“I’ll give you the full tour tomorrow. Tonight, I want to show you the master’s suite.”

“What?”

“My bedroom.”

“Oh. The way you said that I thought...”

“Nope, my home dungeon is in the basement.”

“You have a home dungeon?”

“The better to bind and whip you with, my dear.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I am, baby. You’re so easy.” He led her through a set of double doors at the end of the upstairs hall. “This is the master bedroom and although I don’t have a dungeon, don’t be surprised if you find some strategically mounted eye bolts here and there.”

Thoughts of being bound to his bed had her heart racing. It quickly returned to normal, as she glanced around the very standard, though well-decorated bedroom. She scanned the headboard before making a thorough perusal of the room. There wasn’t a bolt, shackle or spanking bench in sight, to her utter disappointment. Realizing the twisted turn of her thoughts, she smoothed out her expression, giving him a sidelong glance to see if he’d noticed. Of course, he had, his shit-eating grin broadcasting the fact.

He tugged her over to the bed and sat, pulling her between his knees. Without wading through anymore chitchat, he got busy undoing her blouse.

She focused on one other thing that she’d noticed about the room, the entire house for that matter, until he got her so distracted that it left her. “You’re very neat,” she observed. Surprisingly, for a bachelor, the bed was made and there wasn’t a single article of dirty clothing strewn about the floor.

“Cleaning service,” he murmured as he popped the last button and separated the material.

“On Sunday?”

“I’m not a complete barbarian. A drill sergeant taught me to make my bed and put away my dirty socks in basic.” His head dipped to the valley of her breasts and his mouth found bare skin. Slowly, he licked with the tip of his tongue up between them. “Now, detective, can we put this line of questioning aside until I’ve had my wicked way with your body?”

Whatever she had asked, had left her head already. “What line of questioning?”

He grunted his approval, as he stripped the shirt from her shoulders and down her arms. He didn’t return to what he was doing. Instead, his hands came up and curled into the cups of her bra, tugging the satiny material downward until her breasts sprang free. The nipples stood out in hard peaks, ready for his mouth. Angie watched as his tongue came out and licked all around one tip slowly. Opening his mouth, he sucked it in, drawing on the hard nub with exquisite suction as he lashed it inside with his tongue.

She had the overwhelming urge to sink her fingers into his hair and pull him in closer, but when she tried, she found that she couldn’t. He hadn’t unfasten the buttons at her wrists and her hands were stuck in the tightly fitted cuffs in her inside out sleeves. She struggled to get free.

“T,” she murmured, “I’m caught.”

Her nipple came free of his mouth with a pop. He spun her around, chuckling when he saw her dilemma. She felt his hands at her waist. Expecting to be freed, she was surprised a moment later when she heard a quick zip, felt a tug and her skirt landed with a whoosh around her feet, the material effectively hobbling her. When she was whirled back around, she was greeted by T’s wide grin.

“You are indeed caught, and you’ve spared me the need to rig up these.” He held up a pair of fleece lined leather cuffs “For the time being, of course.”

Her breath caught as he bent her forward over his knee. She found her face and chest in the mattress, hands effectively restrained behind her back while his roamed her near naked body. The pulse in her chest kicked up again.

“I’m in the mood to play.” As he spoke, he popped her bra clasp. Both large hands smoothed over her back, brushing her hair over her shoulders and the straps of her bra out of the way. With fingers splayed wide, he stroked slowly down the length of her spine, his hands bracketing each side. It felt divine, his fingertips digging in as he went, in a sensual massage. When he reached the small of her back, he didn’t stop, hooking his fingers into the lace of her panties and peeling them down until they rested at mid-thigh.

Curling his fingers, he raked his nails lightly up the backs of her thighs until he returned to her ass. Once there, he grabbed handfuls of her cheeks, molding and squeezing as if they were made of mounds of modeling clay. She felt cool air waft inside her cleft as it separated while he played.

“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby. I can’t keep my hands off it, or my mind, and when I think of it, you know what I want to do it?”

Beyond speech she shook her head. “Uh-uh.”

His hand came down on one cheek sharply, and she yelped in surprise.

“I want to spank it in all manner of ways.” Another smack fell. “With my hand, or a paddle, or the leather tails of a flogger. I love how your skin blushes a pretty shade of pink beneath my hands.” Two more swats connected before he rubbed again. “Once I’ve heated it up nicely, I want to bury myself between these cheeks.” As he spoke, he pulled her cleft wide apart. She clenched instinctively, knowing he was looking at her intimately. It didn’t stop him from gliding a finger over her puckered hole. He circled it slowly for a moment, moving passed it to the mouth of her drenched pussy. Entering her easily, he stroked deep, once, twice, then pulled free, his wet finger gliding over her tight rear entrance, transferring some of her moisture and pressing inward.

“Mm,” he hummed in approval, as he delved deep. “It’s a very snug fit. Hasn’t anyone ever ventured back here before?”

“No, except for—” she groaned brokenly as he dipped in further. “Not except for the plug on carousel.”

“Ah, baby. I wish it had been me,” he murmured as he withdrew. He wasn’t done yet, gathering more of her natural lube and burrowing deeper inside her bottom hole. “We’ll still have to work up to you taking my cock here, little bit. With preparation and when the time is right, when I take your ass, you’re going to love the hell out of it.”

“You’ll never fit, T—” She couldn’t continue as he slid in up to his third knuckle, as if to prove a point. “You’re too big,” she finished on a stuttering breath.

“Oh, darlin’, don’t you know you should never say never to a man like me. It’s like waving a red flag at a bull. I’ll take that challenge you threw down and will enjoy every moment of proving you wrong. You’ll come with my cock deep in your ass and scream while you do it. And when I’m done, you’ll crave more of the same.”

“A man like you,” she repeated. “Do you mean arrogant?”

Pulling his finger free, he smacked her across both cheeks four times in quick succession. As she cried out with building desire, he explained. “No, Angie, I mean dominant.”

She was lifted by strong hands and placed on her knees in the center of his big bed. Ass high in the air, hands still bound behind her back in the twist of her linen shirt. She had no choice but to rest her cheek against the bed as he angled her forward, guiding her down gently.

“Stay right there,” he ordered.

She heard him moving around the room, opening and closing drawers. It was followed by the rustle of clothes, the clank of a belt buckle, and the thud of boots hitting the floor. The shifting of the mattress and his hand gliding over her hip announced his return. He worked on freeing her wrists next, the tangle of material taking considerable time and prompted a few impatiently grumbled words from him, but at last she was free. In a flash he had the blouse whisked away and her bra disappeared, but he didn’t leave her loose. Rather, he wrapped leather cuffs around her wrists in replacement. And, instead of linking them behind her back, he pulled them above her head.

At the sound of a metal clink, she tilted her head up. He did have bolts in his headboard. At the very least he had one, an eyebolt to be specific, which was mounted dead center right below the level of the mattress and currently restraining her wrists to his bed. His face appeared beside hers on the pillow. His hand brushing her hair back.

“Anything pinching or strained, little bit?”

“No, Sir.”

He nodded, moving in for a kiss. “Remember your safewords, baby.” His hand wrapped around her neck and his mouth covered hers hungrily, igniting her simmering passion to a full rolling boil. Not letting up until she was breathless, when he eased away, the heat didn’t abate, instead it reignited as he grinned and murmured, “It’s play time.”

He was gone from her view the next second. Her panties and shoes disappeared a tick beyond that, then she felt him behind her on the bed.

“Spread for me,” was his next husky command. The backs of his fingers nudged her inner thighs apart and stayed there until she had shifted her legs far enough for his satisfaction. His thumbs found her slit next, separating her pussy lips and warm air rushed over the damp skin as his mouth claimed her.

Her cries came uninhibited from deep in her chest. With lips and tongue, he devoured her. Sucking, lapping and stroking over her clit until she thought she would explode, as soon as she was on the brink of something stupendous, he moved, ringing her entrance with his tongue, before diving inside. He spread her wider and dove deeper as she squirmed beneath his insatiable mouth. An orgasm was threatening once more when he moved again, licking higher, his goal unmistakable.

When he licked over her tight opening, she couldn’t take more. “I’m gonna come.”

He eased off and the next instant his hand crashed down on her cheek. The stinging heat of the slap doing as he intended, easing her down from her impending peak just a tad.

“Uh-uh, little bit, not until I say so. I’m not nearly done with you and I want my cock inside you when you come.”

Another long lick from his hot tongue stroked over her back hole.

“Seriously, T, I’m afraid you won’t fit.”

“I won’t take your ass today, Angie. At least my cock won’t.”

Something cool and smooth replaced his tongue. It slid easily lengthwise along her quivering pucker, changing angles when it reached the tip, and pressing gently inward. As it burrowed inside, she felt a sharp pinch as it stretched her.

She squirmed and tensed. “It burns.”

He stopped, but didn’t retreat adding the thumb of his other hand on her clit for incentive. As he began circling and rubbing the hard bundle of nerves, her desire roused once more. While her juices flowed, he gathered up more, painting it all around her small opening. She thought she heard him spit before rubbing all over the toy he was using.

“Relax,” he urged. She felt the pressure again as it advanced, taking it slower this time. “This is a medium sized plug, only slightly bigger than the one you took at the club. I want you to get used to it filling and stretching your snug ass, when you are, we’ll go bigger until you’re ready to take my cock. Until then, I want you to imagine how good it will feel when it’s me inside you.” Working her with his thumb as he planned her anal training, she felt a pop as the plug seated fully. “There we go.” He leaned forward and smacked a hot, wet, open mouthed kiss on her ass cheek. “That’s my very good girl.”

Oddly, his praise warmed her and made her want to please him more.

She heard a crinkle of a condom wrapper and her body trembled in anticipation, knowing the time for fucking was nigh. The next instant the head of his cock parted her slick, swollen folds as he plunged inside. Once fully entrenched, he paused, allowing her time to feel the stretch and the utter fullness of his dual possession.

As she lay there, bound to the bed, vulnerable with T in full control of her body, dictating her movements—or lack thereof—and her body’s responses, she’d never felt so alive in her life. She wanted to please him, to beg him to take her ass without waiting, ready to throw caution and self-preservation to the wind, to give him what he wanted. It was surreal and for the first time, she acknowledged to herself fully, what he had been telling her all along. She was submissive, at least with him.

“T, Sir…” she began in a tremulous whisper.

“Shh, baby, I know. Self-awareness can be scary. For this moment, I want you to be still and feel the power of my possession, the force of my dominance. Savor this instant because from here on out you are mine.” He pulled out slowly and eased back in. “The reason I know is because I feel it too.” Another long glide in and out followed and she realized, he was claiming her. “I crave the gift of your submission as strongly as you need to surrender it.”

The next motions were harder and faster as he measured her depths. He didn’t hold back, his finger’s curling into her hips, rocking her back onto his cock. Angie, for her part, reveled in the taking, canting her hips and opening herself more fully, unable to do more than receive him. No more words were spoken as he drove her arousal to a pinnacle so high she cried out his name as she approached it, knowing that when he threw her over the summit, it would be a glorious, unprecedented release.

She struggled to contain it until she had his permission and leaped toward it as his low voice rumbled against her back, “Come for me now.”

A second request wasn’t necessary as she hurled forward into the brief oblivion of her orgasm. When she resurfaced into awareness, she heard T’s roar of completion and smiled with satisfaction, glorying in the fact that he found as much joy in her body as she did in his.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“I’ll make it up to you, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

“I understand, T,” she replied, more concerned about missing him than the visit to the club he’d had planned for that night.