Safeword (The Decadence Club Book 3)

by Alyssa Clark

  My breath caught, somehow I knew what he was implying. I remembered the feel of his mouth on me from last time, and there was nothing I wanted more. That ghost of confidence held me in its giving hands, and I met his gray eyes with every fiber of my want driving me.

  “I want you to fuck me, Michael.”

  There was a noise from him, something between a growl and a groan before he moved so that his face was blocked by the curve of my hip. I didn’t need to see him, I felt the swipe of his tongue against me even as he shoved his fingers into me to the knuckle. I pressed my hips back against his working hand and eager mouth, all of that nonsense before seemed to magnify this.

  The spanking, as much as I’d like to ignore the effects of it, didn’t seem to dwindle anything. But it left me wise enough to continue to hold my gaze in the mirror. Well, not really. I couldn't stand there and look at myself while he teased moans out of me. But I was smart enough to not give in to the need to close my eyes. Fortunately, as he lapped at my clit, I saw his free hand going to work. Michael still had his boxer briefs on, but I watched as he rolled them down far enough to free his erection and wrap a fist around it.

  This was the first good look I had of him. I mean, I’d seen his naked ass before but I didn’t get the full view. It had me spreading my legs and trying to see more of him as he began to stroke his length.

  He was attractive, a man that shouldn’t even give me a second look, and a generous cock that should have me crossing my legs and reconsidering this adventure. If it weren’t for the fact that he’d already been in me, and that he was doing such a good job of keeping me distracted, I might have done that. I couldn’t shift away from the feelings he was inducing in me now. All I could do was try to keep myself standing and struggle not to get caught looking away from the mirror.

  It's not easy to resist the urge to close your eyes and just let the pleasure take you away. Especially when the fingers in you start to curl so that they hit just the right spot.

  “Okay.” His mouth tugged away from me with a gasp, and I didn’t stop myself from groaning. “I’d love to tease you until you scream, but... Someone left me a little worked up today. That’s all the foreplay I can handle, beautiful. Let’s get you set up in this so I can fuck you.”

  I blinked back at him, trying to comprehend and failing. “Set me up in what?” Did he want me on the bed? He didn’t want me right here? There was a significant height difference that might have made things difficult. I was probably too heavy for him to pick up so he could get the right angle to slide into me.

  Here I was having perverse thoughts without any sort of ramification. I just wanted him in me. There was no time for embarrassment about the bluntness of my own thoughts.

  I kept my hands on the glass and turned to look at him, trembling. I didn’t realize I was close, but the fact that he had stopped seem to make it obvious. I clenched around his hand and hoped to give him enough motivation to keep fucking me with his hand, but all that did was earn me a hard slap on my reddened ass.

  “This’ll make things more fun.” He nodded towards the harness before he tugged his fingers from me so he could shuck his underwear off the rest of the way. They were kicked aside as if they were just something else that was bothersome, “C’mon lets' figure this out.”

  He stepped away from me to the harness and already seemed to be deciphering the array of buckles and snaps. He didn’t see the obvious problem for what was. “That’s not going to hold me,” I blurted out, the censor button in my head seemed to have broken.

  “What?” He looked at me confused, pausing in his perusal of the harness. He honestly looked like he didn’t understand what I’d said.

  I turned around fully, keeping one hand on the mirror as I pointed out the obvious. I pulled my arm through on strap of my bra, so it was left hanging at my side instead of in front of me. “I’m too fat for that,” I said like it should be the most obvious thing. “It won’t hold me.”

  Michael straightened and just stood there staring like he couldn’t believe what I’d said. There was no missing my size, there’s no way he could be surprised by my admission.

  He stilled but tilted his head slightly as he eyed me. There was a speculative expression on his face that seemed to set me on edge. I highly doubted he was just now taking my weight into consideration, it wasn’t something you could miss. I doubted he didn’t see it the first time we were together. I couldn’t figure out why it didn’t occur to him before that there would be limitations.

  He offered me his hand, his expression going unreadable. Unsure of what to do I reached out to take his hand, making sure to keep my own on the glass. While I was a little confused about how I felt about the spanking, I wasn’t going to forget about the threat of a real whipping. While there might have been something sexy about a spanking, I very much doubted I’d feel the same way about the whip. When I didn’t step to him, he tugged me into an embrace. I couldn’t tell if it was supposed to comfort me or not.

  I stayed on edge because his expression was that same unreadable mask and the fact that I knew so little about him made me weary. He turned me and pressed himself to my back, giving me the feel of his erection all the while he had me looking back at the mirror.

  “Do you have a hard time listening?”

  I knew what he was going to say, so I shook my head and resigned myself to hear another bout of ‘you are beautiful.’ “No, but beauty has nothing to do with weight and whether or not that thing will hold me,” I told him blandly. I don’t know where I got the nerve, but it felt like it was better to just be honest than try to humor him. I’d rather not have anything break when he made the attempt to strap me into that thing, and he found out the hard way that I was way too heavy for it.

  His lips twitched, but he didn’t make any move away from pulling me away from viewing my nakedness. “So this isn’t about whether or not your listening then.” He gave a nod. “This is about trust.”

  I frowned at his reflection, drawing my brows down. Maybe it was my nudity that was making me speak up, or maybe it was just the fact that he was a stranger. “It’s hard to trust someone you don’t know,” I pointed out.

  He nodded, “We are only on a first name basis. Michael,” I twitched, and he immediately smirked at me, “And Charlie. That is it, right? You parents shafted you with a man’s name?”

  “Charlotte,” I corrected. “My mother wanted me to be feminine. When my dad noticed me following him around instead he ‘shafted’ me with Charlie.”

  He looked amused as he met my gaze through the mirror. “A daddy’s girl, are you? Do you still live with your parents?”

  That irked me, and I wanted to pull away from him. “No.”

  He seemed to sense my irritation because his arm came around my waist and held tight. “Here’s your choice, something you make up your mind now on.” He cupped my breasts, and they drew his attention. He pressed them up and together before he started to roll my nipples between his fingers. He snorted at my terrible attempt at being assertive. “This can either stay here, with encounters remaining impersonal. You will just have to trust me on the basis that I will not do anything that would result in you getting hurt,” he said matter of factly. “Or,” he leaned down just enough to brush his lips against my ear, “you can make that leap out of your comfort zone and make an attempt at getting to know me and trust that I won’t actively try to hurt you.” All this while he continued to massage my breasts and tease my nipples. “That way we don’t have to be limited by this club.”

  My breath caught in my throat, not just because of his words. I wasn’t getting caught up in the pretty things he was saying to me. There wasn’t a legitimate reason for me to let this man get to me. Sure, I let Liz walk all over me and take advantage, but I’d known her for a year. I’d only slept with this man once, and I hardly knew him at all.

  I could keep this professional, well… as professional as I could get with sex involved. Kinky sex. Because this was definitely
out of my norm. So, I decided to break it to him gently. “It has to stay here.” My voice quivered a little.

  I started to tell him about the article, the real reason why I was here but I stopped myself.

  I don’t know why.

  He made a noise that sounded mildly irritated, “Fine. Then you’ll just have to trust the fact that this thing will hold you. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be in here.” He released my breasts and walked me to the harness. “Angela wouldn’t have it in here if it had restrictions. Trust is important.”

  He kept emphasizing trust. I bit my lip as I let him maneuver me into the harness. There were straps and buckles everywhere, I had no idea how he’d manage to fit this on me. He found a way. He seemed to be a whole lot more apt at this then I expected him to be. One belt went around my waist, and another went up between my breasts around my throat. It didn’t choke me after he fastened it I could tell it was more geared towards aesthetics than anything with the simple Velcro clasp.

  My hands came up to be buckled at the belt around my waist. My sense of balance was immediately off. I struggled with it when he pulled one of my knees up to be attached to the belt, too. This was going to spread me open and leave me hanging in the air. He’d be able to spin me around and use me any way he saw fit.

  It had the safe word on the tip of my tongue. I was ready to belt it out when he picked up my other leg to secure it into place.

  I was going to fall. The rope was going to break. There was no way this was going to hold me. No big girl in her right mind would agree to this.

  “There we go,” he said in a low voice as he stroked his fingers down my thigh. He rounded up my hip and down my ass. It felt like he was trying to pet away my worries. “And you thought it wouldn’t hold you. I’d say it's almost hotter than when you were tied up like a present on the bed. But nothing beats that view I had of you. Not even this.” He laughed a little as he gave my butt a light pop. “If we’re going to keep this impersonal, that’s fine.” His voice hardened a little. “But you’re not gonna fucking disappear on me.” I felt his hand again, this time he followed along the crack of my ass to my spread sex. “You’re going to meet me here tomorrow,” he said seriously. “You’re going to be here when the club opens, and we’re going to get the pick of the rooms. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said uneasily. Only now my fear had nothing to do with him.

  “Not going to bother with a rubber,” he said as he whisked his fingers back and forth over my opening. “So, you better make sure you get up to date on your birth control pills and all that. I’ll make the effort to pull out, but I won’t make the promise that I’ll be able to do it every time.”

  “But,” I started to protest. I had that safe word ready. I was like a loaded gun ready to shoot it out.

  Then he had me into position and thrust into me without much more warning than that. I cried out because he didn’t slide into me, there was no polite effort. It was one quick wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. It disoriented me and dislodged that safe word that I had ready and waiting to use.

  “Fuck!” It came out of him in a growl as he began a bruisingly hard pace. There was nothing for me to hold onto either, all I could do is flex my hands open and closed uselessly. Much like when I was tied up before, I was forced to just feel everything without any sort of handhold to keep from completely shattering.

  There was no way I could hold myself together with the pace he was plowing into me at. There was no way to hold my volume in check. I clenched around him, and he groaned in response. It seemed like the only way I could keep from drowning in the feelings that radiated from where he speared me. I was cresting, and it shook me. The lack of gravity was forgotten in the wake of all it.

  I was so close that I didn’t even think of the rules he had set ahead of time. Not until I felt a probing at the puckered back entrance. That was enough to bring me back to full reality, especially as his thumb pressed against me.

  “Michael!” It came out of me in a shriek, even though any sort of orgasm was staved off by that moment of panic.

  I heard his laugh, and I looked up to see his expression. There was a feral grin on his face as he kept teasing my virgin hole. “One day,” he assured me, “you will be too caught up to remember, and this little hole will be mine, too.”

  I gritted my teeth, not eager to argue but I was going to be damned sure that today wasn’t that day. So, when the hand that had been teasing the rear hole came around to flick and toy with my clit, I made sure that I had his name rolling from my mouth in a steady chant.

  This was probably why I reacted to his name the way I did, saying Michael rewarded me with pleasure. Sometimes it was a rolling build up, sometimes it was a burn that was getting ready to engulf me. I wonder what Pavlov would say about it. If I masturbated at home and cried out his name would the orgasm be just as intense? I might have to try that out another day.

  My thoughts now were becoming far too hazy to continue them. The hard pace he had set wasn’t something I could fight. The fear of anal being unpleasant had given a hiccup, but now I knew how to avoid it, so I was washed away almost as quickly as I was when he first thrust into me. My voice hitched as it seemed that he was making the effort to trip up my chant of his name. Then it hit me as he pinched his fingers around that little bit of skin.

  I cried out, names forgotten for a brief moment as every bit of me was focused on that one spot where it felt so good. Somewhere there was enough comprehension to whimper out his name because now it was a preprogrammed thing, and I quivered as he rode through that intense feeling with growled out curses.

  “Not gonna fuck this other hole, but,” he jerked out and with a tug of the rope he had me twisted around so that I was face level with his hips, “let’s break in this other one, not that I don’t enjoy the noise you make. But I’m ready to bust.”

  I’d never done this, and I started to protest, but he didn’t give me the chance. He fisted his hand into my hair and pressed the head of his damp cock into my mouth. His thickness had me struggling to breathe, the only way I could manage it was through my nose.

  “Relax,” the hand in my hair loosened, “and don’t use your teeth or I’ll change my mind about breaking in that other hole. Just relax.”

  Maybe my ineptness in oral pleasure was just that obvious, but I felt after that threat I would try my best to do as he said. I opened as wide as I could manage and struggled not to panic as he thrust further into my mouth. The rhythm he used was easier, slower here, like he was letting me get used to the fact that he was in my mouth. There was no chastising when I gagged as he thrust too far forward. Just a slow and steady rhythm that worked deeper and deeper until his breathing seemed to increase.

  “Look at me,” he barked out, tugging my hair out of my face with a hurried hand.

  I was quick to do that, feeling my eyes water as he got particularly deep with that one thrust. He grunted, “Take a deep breath, you’re gonna need it. Swallow every drop of me and the reward you get will be worth your while.”

  Confused, I took a deep breath as he demanded and found the reason being was he shoved his way past my lips to the hilt. I choked and gagged on him, then I felt him erupt down my throat. I clenched my eyes closed as he cut off my ability to breath, holding me still as he came. There was a long groan from him, and finally, just as my lungs started to protest, he pulled out of my mouth.

  I choked and spluttered, struggling with the need to breath and the hot liquid he just pumped down my throat.

  “Swallow.” His voice had gone hoarse, but there was no reprimand in his voice.

  I swallowed hard, and it was like a lump went down my throat. There was an aftertaste I couldn’t place, but I was more concerned about breathing then I was with the fact that he had just come in my mouth. My throat still burned with it, and my jaw ached. I was so distracted by it I didn’t feel him undoing the clasps that held my legs aloft. It was a shock when my feet hit the floor. But he had me loose a
nd even went as far to catch me when I started to fall. There was no way I was going to be able to stand, which he seemed to see because he lowered me the rest of the way to the floor.

  “Remember what I said?” He was asked as he brushed my hair from my face. The questioning look I gave him rewarded me with a smirk, “Tomorrow, no panties. No bra. I don’t care what you wear here, just be here at opening. If you leave me waiting again, I won’t be so gentle.”

  That was gentle? I nodded because I didn’t know how else to respond.

  He caught my chin and tilted my head back. “Say my name.”

  “Michael.” It came out as a croak and that smirk he gave me before reappeared.

  “You will text me when you get home.” It sounded like a question, but he worded it like a demand. “Don’t leave me waiting.” He leaned down the rest of the way and caught my mouth in a kiss.