Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5)

by Maddie Taylor

  “Flip over on your belly and pull up your skirt. I want to see the damage.”

  “Sean! We’re in the police parking lot.”

  He didn’t answer, simply waited.

  “I’m not baring my butt for everyone to see. No way! I’ll be arrested for indecent exposure and be right back in that torture chamber.”

  “The windows are tinted. No one will see.”

  “Not the windshield.”

  His patience slipping, he made it a definitive order. “Don’t argue, Mara. Do it now.”

  She searched his face, seeing concern as well as determination. Not willing to start an argument she would ultimately lose, she said no more and rolled onto her stomach. The skirt she’d chosen in lieu of jeans or pants, which would have chafed her tender behind, was flipped up in an instant. His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties as he ordered, “Lift your hips.”

  Carefully, he eased them to her knees. His hand rubbed her skin gently as he told her exactly what he saw.

  “Slightly pink, but that’s probably from those damned hard chairs. No bruises or heat. We need to step up the frequency of our session to toughen up this behind if you’re this sore from a mild flogging.”

  “Yes, Sir. Can I get dressed now?”

  “In a moment. Do you have any lotion in your purse?” Without waiting, he hefted her handbag and set it on the console. As he searched, he grumbled. “You’ve got everything in here but the kitchen sink.”

  “It’s in a blue and white tube.”

  “Ah, got it.” Her eyes moved over his face, watching as he applied a liberal amount of the cooling lotion. She saw a small smile tip his lips as his impromptu massage had her moaning.

  His focus switched to her face as he rubbed. “You’ve taken much more, darlin’, why all the fuss?”

  “It must be a cumulative effect; unforgiving chairs, grouchy FBI agents, retelling stories I don’t want to remember let alone repeat. It’s been a sucky morning.”

  “I know, baby. Once the trial is over, you can put it all behind you.”

  Turning her head, she smiled up at him as he continued to work the lotion into her skin. “No pun intended?”

  He closed the lotion with a snap of the flip top lid and plunked her purse back on the floorboard. “Stay right where you are. I have an idea how to cheer you up and keep you distracted.”

  The engine turned over and he backed out of the spot.

  With her belly on the seat, knees in the floorboard, ass bare and pointed in the air, Mara giggled. “You know this is insane. There are police all around. What if someone stops you?”

  He reached over and squeezed a bare cheek. “Stop worrying. We’ll be there in a minute.”

  “Be where?”

  “Patience, darlin’.”

  He drove for a while in bright sunshine, which she had to admit felt good on her naked behind, then he turned sharply and the vehicle plunged into darkness. At least it seemed that way after the brilliant light of midday. The vehicle started climbing, zipping round and round as it went up and up in the shadowed interior. She had a strong hunch it was a parking garage and most likely the one Sean had told her was adjacent to Rossi’s new headquarters.

  She grinned up at him. “I’ve been eager to see the new command center.”

  “Aw, shucks, you guessed.”

  She laughed at his exaggerated twang. “Where else would I get this dizzy?”

  He grinned, without taking his eyes from the winding path.

  “Can we christen your office by having hot, naked, monkey sex on the floor?”

  “Absolutely, after I cheer you up.”

  “Uh, babe,” she drawled. “For the record, that would definitely cheer me up.”

  Chuckling, he kept circling, going up level after level.

  At long last, he slowed and swung into a parking spot. The ignition off, he unzipped his jeans, releasing his full and ready cock. Then he patted his thighs. “Hop on up.”

  Her grin slipped a little. “Here?”

  “Yes, here. If you’re going to question every order we won’t have time for lunch, monkey sex and the spanking you’ll earn.”

  She scrunched up her nose at his threat, but moved as she did so, climbing up on her seat. With a quick glance to the rear windows, she scooted across the console to face him.

  “No, the other way, so you can see the cheering up part.”

  With her brow gathered in confusion, she faced the steering wheel, using it for balance as she straddled his thighs. Steadying her hips, he aligned his ready cock with her drenched opening and guided her down. As the head found her center, he pulled her back and let her weight carry her down until he was fully embedded. A contented purr vibrated in her throat as he stretched and filled her.

  “Damn, how I love the sexy sounds you make. Do you like my surprise?”

  “Lucky, it’s hardly a surprise that you feel amazing inside me.”

  Amused, he explained against her ear. “Thanks for the compliment, nightingale, but I meant the view.”

  Her head came up and for the first time, she noticed the breathtaking view. Rossi had relocated on the River Walk, a thirteen mile winding stretch of the San Antonio River, tree lined, flanked by green grass, flowers and sidewalks for foot traffic, it was simply beautiful.

  “How did you manage this? The rent must be through the roof.”

  “There were four key factors involved.” He began grinding his cock deep inside her as he spoke. “First, it helps to have a Davis on the city council. Second, it helps even more to have one on the San Antonio beautification board, and third, it really helps if said Davis agrees to do some redecorating for the property owner pro bono.”

  “Joanna, I should have guessed.” Mara’s laugh was equal parts amusement and pleasure as his hands on her hips lifted her, letting her slowly glide back down.

  “Is, um…” She started getting flustered when he lifted her up again, pulling her almost all the way off his thick cock and surging deep when she began the downward slide. “Um, you…” She swallowed, her fingers gripping the wheel tight. “You, uh, mentioned a fourth,” she managed.

  “Yes, number four is a hefty insurance check.”

  He picked up the pace, thrusting steadily inside as she whimpered, broadcasting how much she liked what he was doing.

  “Is the car sound proof?”

  Still moving inside her, his hand finding the hem of her blouse preceded his answer. “It’s bullet proof,” he snaked his hand upward, “sound proof,” his fingers curled into her bra, “bomb proof,” they tugged down the lace, “and gawker proof.” Her breast freed, he caught her taut nipple and gave it a firm pinch and roll, exactly how she liked it. “The president could ride in this sucker and be safe.”

  “Screw the president. I was making sure I can be as loud as I want. Fuck me, Lucky, until I scream.”

  “That I can certainly do, nightingale.”

  Also, exactly how she liked it, he gave it to her hard, thrusting into her until they both screamed. Okay, she screamed, while he let out a manly roar, but they didn’t come right away, they made it last. Waiting until he plunged upward repeatedly, testing the shocks on the big SUV. Holding off as the interior turned steamy from their panting. Hanging on while Mara sounded the horn with her bouncing breasts, although it could have been Sean’s hand up her shirt while pinching her nipple, or when his other hand joined in and peeled down the other cup and he tugged both tips at the same time. They delayed as the short blasts of the horn punctuated each thrust up inside her, as the carnal power of his cock owned her pussy, and her heated juices steeped all around him. After all of that, only then did they come, crying out until they were breathless.

  She collapsed weakly against him as he wrapped her up in both arms, hugging her close while he buried his face in her neck. His words tickled as he whispered against her damp skin, “Although I’m sure I know, I have to ask. Did you like my surprise?”

  “It was breathtakingly
beautiful, Lucky. And the view ain’t half bad either.”

  He laughed, while she giggled.

  “I’m glad. I wanted to provide a distraction from all this crap, if only for a little while.”

  She pulled off him and twisted, her hands cupping his face as her lips came down over his. “You did, babe, but more than a little, it was a whole lot and I love you for it.”

  * * * * *

  The afternoon went much better. Lunch from the Iron Cactus was awesome (pollo rellenos: cornbread and cheese stuffed chicken breasts topped with a jalapeño cream sauce, her go to entrée that was to-die-for) minus the monkey sex since several of the guys joined them for takeout. The only thing missing was a Patron infused strawberry margarita, which Mara pined for with an exaggerated pout much to the amusement of the guys. As Sean poured her tea—not Texas or Long Island, mind you, but plain Jane southern sweet—he agreed to make it up to her by serving them by the pitcher in the Decadence bar when this was all over.

  Afterwards, sexually replete and with a full tummy, she sat down with her man at her side and met with the agents in the conference room. The thickly padded swivel chairs felt like a cloud compared to the chairs at the station. Still, every hour like clockwork, Sean ordered a break whereupon he took her to his office and spent fifteen minutes on lotion and massage to her tender cheeks. By mid-afternoon, he added fingering her to another orgasm. At the end of the day, their breaks had entirely changed, with Sean bypassing the lotion altogether, concentrating on massage and ultimately fucking.

  Despite its rocky beginning, it turned out to be a productive and quite enjoyable day. The FBI got their answers and Mara wrapped up her sworn statement under Sean’s watchful eye. Everyone got what they wanted, and with the change in venue, some more than others.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  As Cap predicted, the FBI taking the lead over the questionable and frankly suspect SAPD, led to the quick recapture of Victor Mendoza. In no time, he was tracked to another shabby safe house outside the city. Once in custody, the prosecutors pressed for a quick trial date and the court complied. Though weeks away, it was better than long months of waiting and much sooner than Mara and Sean had hoped or expected. Unfortunately, until then, Mara’s lockdown continued.

  With Sean’s only assignment the protection of the key witness, he was able to return to work at the club full-time with Mara, his shadow, under tight security, needless to say.

  They arrived for their first full day well before nine, which meant Mara required an infusion of serious amounts of caffeine to function normally. Since they were the first in and with no coffee brewed, Mara settled on Sean’s comfy couch and promptly went back to sleep. He roused her not long after and she sucked down the large skinny latte he proffered. When he went back to his desk to make a few calls, she stretched out and was gone in minutes.

  When she roused some time later, she stretched long and sinuous like a cat, her groans catching Sean’s attention where he worked away behind his laptop.

  “Morning, sleepyhead.”

  “I’m sorry I’ve been such a slug. What time is it?”

  “11 a.m. You needed the rest and I got a ton of work done.”

  Drowsy, she snuggled into the comfortable couch. “I could sleep all day. Wake me when it’s afternoon?”

  “Nope.” He sounded near. She cracked an eyelid and found him towering over her, his arms crossed, grinning broadly. “I’ve got a job for you, lazy bones.”

  “Office work?” She wrinkled her nose. “That’s not something I’m proficient at, really. How about I cozy up with the boss, instead. I hear he’s really cute.”

  She snickered until he pulled her into his lap, giving her bottom a healthy pinch.

  “Mr. O’Brien!” She gasped in mock outrage. “That’s sexual harassment.”

  “That’s Master O’Brien to you smarty pants. If you don’t want me to remember this sorry behavior come evaluation time, I suggest you quickly become proficient at your tasks.”

  “But, Sir! You haven’t given me any.”

  He squeezed her abused cheek and grinned. “You’re right. Today is product testing day and you get to be my lovely assistant.”

  “What kind of products?”

  “One of the perks of running a club is that vendors from all over send me sample products and equipment to try out.” He nodded to four very large boxes in the corner. “Those arrived while we were gone. You get to help me select what the members might like.”

  “Can we start now?”

  “Not hungry for lunch?”

  “Nope. I’m curious to see what you got.”

  Chuckling, he murmured, “Like a kid at Christmas.” Shifting her off his lap, he went to the corner and hefted the first box. As he set it on his desk, he eyed the label. “This one should be interesting. It’s from Tailspin, Inc. They make floggers, whips and other impact toys.” He pulled out a pocketknife and slit the tape. At once, the scent of leather permeated the air. Mara moved closer as he unpacked three plastic wrapped floggers laying them on the desktop, one each in royal blue, scarlet and teal.

  “You should recognize these; they’re all elk hide like the one in my bag. I believe you found it rather enjoyable the other night.”

  Next, he pulled out a purple and black braided lash with a wicked looking knot near the end of each tail. Her jaw dropped. Sean, who didn’t miss much, leaned over and used the leather handle beneath her chin to close her mouth gently. “The cat is too severe for you. I’ll put this aside for Dex.”

  “Thank you,” she exhaled in relief. The smooth tailed floggers he used on her were intense enough, she couldn’t imagine the added bite braids and knots would bring. “I thought the whip was Dex’s weapon of choice?”

  “He has diversified since reuniting with Elena, but he remains the best single tail cracker in the place,” he chuckled. “I think he could whip the wings off a fly mid-flight.”

  “That scares the crap out of me.”

  “Yes, I remember whips being a hard limit for you.” His eyes tipped to her. “You still have to finish that, baby. You’re dragging your feet.”

  “Every time I think about it, my mind goes in too many directions to concentrate.”

  “We’ll review it together then, so I can keep you on track.” The order, spoken firmly, left no doubt of his intent.

  “Yes, Master.”

  The next item he withdrew was unusual.

  “That looks like tinsel.”

  Sean flipped it over and read the package. “It’s for a violet wand.”

  “But won’t the metal cut the skin?”

  He shook his head. “I’ve read about this. The tresses are Mylar, which is a heat resistant, polyester.” His brows rose with interest. “It says here it will add an extra spark to wand play, making your subbie whimper and beg with those self-satisfying cries for mercy.”

  “An electric flogger…” she marveled.

  “I wonder if Eric has one of these. He loves electro-stim.”

  “Eric, the Rossi CFO?”

  “The same, although he goes by Master Eric now. A lot has changed while you were away. He oversees finances for all Rossi and Decadence operations, but he moved out to LA a while back to become the managing partner of our satellite club. It has been hugely successful, mostly due to Eric.”

  “It’s no wonder. You always said he was so tight, he could squeeze a nickel ‘til the buffalo pooped.”

  His blue eyes danced. “I don’t remember putting it as nicely as that, but it’s true. I’ll have to warn Val, though she’s likely discovered it already.”

  “Val?”

  “Valerie, his sub and fiancée. I’ll have to see if he’ll do a violet wand demo for us next time he and Val are in town.” Reaching back in the box, he pulled out another flogger. “Ah, here’s something interesting. Horsehair.” He handed it to her. “Open it up and get a feel for it.”

  Tearing into the plastic, Mara pulled out a brown-handled, blond, horsehair
flogger. She ran it over her fingers and swished it lightly over her forearm. It was stiff like a paintbrush, yet felt silky soft with the right angle. A bright red sticker on the package caught her eye. In the shape of a thermometer, it was labeled ouch-o-meter. She sighed, seeing it was only a quarter red. Intense pain was really not her thing.

  “Take this one, too.”

  Licking lips suddenly gone dry, she took the Kangaroo Stinger from his hand and slid it from its protective sleeve. One look at the beveled edges of the narrow red and black tails told Mara the lightweight lash would sting like a bitch. The ouch-o-meter was nearly all red, confirming she was right. Holy shit!

  The box empty, he set it on the floor out of the way and crossed to the three that remained. “One of these came from Becca’s Boutique. She makes some of the hottest leather club wear around.” He unstacked them. Upon reaching the one on the bottom, he stated, “Yep, here it is. She sends samples in size medium, so whatever is in here should fit.”

  Back at his desk, he cut through the tape and peeked inside. He didn’t comment, simply raised his brilliant gaze to her.

  She stood on tiptoe, trying to see in the box. Unable to hide the mix of excitement and apprehension that rolled through her body, her voice quavered when she asked, “Can I see?”

  “Nope. I think I’ll surprise you. Strip and stand over by the couch.”

  She turned to do so.

  “Mara?”

  She turned back.

  “We’re in the club now, remember your manners.”

  “Excuse me. Yes, Master Sean.”

  “I know you’re out of practice, but next time you’ll earn yourself a little reminder, understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” Not wanting a reminder about promptly following orders, she pulled off her t-shirt. The lightweight cotton skirt and her bra and panties came off as quick.

  “Do you still wear a six and a half shoe?”