Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5)

by Maddie Taylor

  “Very nice, baby.” To Adele, he provided a lesson. “It’s for long term wear. The hooks on the end of the loop can be used for pretty jewelry if you’d like. They will dangle and move as your sub walks and keep her on edge. Today, however, since our subbies are getting to know each other better, and sharing the same fate, I have a double-y chain to connect them.” He fiddled between her thighs until with a pat to her swollen lips, his hands left her and the attached links fell loose between her legs. He announced, “Clarissa’s turn.”

  It took a bit longer to get the other sub clamped, Adele having a little trouble at first, but soon both dominants stepped back and cast appreciative glances over their joined breasts and clits.

  Adele swept her hand over her sub’s body stopping to cup a breast, which made her arch in her restraints. The resultant jerks and quakes made Mara cry out in turn.

  “She’s soaking wet, sir,” Adele announced with approval. “I think Rissa has caught up with Mara and is ready for a taste of the lash, now.”

  “Excellent,” Sean murmured. He easily slid two fingers inside Mara’s pussy and pumped slowly, withdrawing every now and again, to slather the moisture clinging to his skin all over her clit. “Keep her lubricated, lest the exposed nub dry out. A wet clit makes for a happy subbie, doesn’t it, Mara-mine?”

  “God, yes, but it also makes for a subbie who’s horny as hell. I can’t take much more.”

  “And with that bit of sass comes the flogger.” He moved to the table where his bag lay open. “I intended to use the horse hair, but with that attitude, maybe I’ll use the cat.”

  “But—” she cried in alarm. “I thought you gave that to Master Dex.”

  “I did. This one is different. It has rounded braids so the sting is less intense, but it is still a serious tool. Despite the lip just now, I’m not sure it warrants a round with the cat. I packed another new piece, a medium weight caribou flogger that should pack a nice thuddy punch. I also have the deerskin, which I know you love, but if you wimp out on me and choose it, you get double. Name your poison.”

  “The caribou, Master.”

  “Good girl, I was hoping you’d be brave.”

  He carried the chestnut colored multi-tailed lash back to her and brushed the leather along her belly. “Color?”

  “Pure green.”

  His quick grin broadcast his approval. As he waited for his trainee to make her selection, he trailed the tails down her legs and back up, making sure they glided over her pussy and protruding clit as he did so.

  “I’ve chosen a lightweight deerskin,” Adele justified as she returned. “Rissa is very new.”

  “No explanation necessary, Adele,” Sean assured. “Your sub, your scene, your choice. Let’s begin.”

  Soon, the room was filled with whooshes, slaps and thwaps from both floggers. Above the cadenced rhythmic strokes rose a duet of moans and passion-filled cries. The sensual sounds were intermingled with high-pitched yelps and an occasional squeal as chains tugged on constricted nipples and compressed clits. It went on at length, how long Mara didn’t know having slipped into subspace after only a dozen or so thuddy strokes. Like a heavy massage with an occasional delectable bite, Mara soared under her Master’s skilled hand.

  At one point, as if from far away, she heard Adele murmur to her girl. “Look how beautiful she is, Rissa. She’s flying.”

  “I want that too, Mistress.”

  “It’ll come, baby. One day soon, I promise. Are you ready for more?”

  “Yes, please,” Rissa begged, “but do it harder, I want to take more.”

  “That’s my good girl.”

  The sound of her lash rejoined Sean’s which had not ceased during their intimate chat. He continued to layer stroke after delicious stroke over Mara’s thighs—front and back—wrapping around her side and across her quivering belly, at times angling upward with a flick of his wrist to catch the full lower curve of her breast. He stroked with care along her shoulders and down her back, always returning home to her round ass and thighs.

  When he flicked the tails gently in front, the whisper light stroke combined with the clamp brought her to the brink of release.

  He ordered softly, “Come for me, baby.”

  She did, flying incredibly high, barely noticing when he stopped the lash and unhooked her ankle cuffs. When a strap circled her waist and warm softness pressed against her front, she paid it no heed, the feeling of floating so nice, that she didn’t care what was going on. However, when strong hands held her hips and Sean’s length thrust inside, Mara’s eyes flew wide with a fervent cry in full awareness.

  What was before her was a surprise. Clarissa’s face, beautiful in her pleasure, was only inches away. Close behind her was Adele, also thrusting inside her girl.

  “May I kiss her, please, Mistress?” Rissa begged, her heavy lidded gaze on Mara’s mouth.

  “Ask her Master’s permission,” Adele replied, more breathy than Mara had ever heard.

  “May I kiss your submissive, Master Sean? She is lovely, her lips so full and tempting.”

  Sean paused after one more thrust, staying fully inside while he answered. “I think that’s something we all might enjoy, but I’ll leave it to her. Mara, would you like Clarissa’s kiss?”

  Focused on the other woman’s mouth, Mara noticed her lips were pinker and plumper than before. From biting them as she was whipped, she assumed. They appeared inviting, parted ever so slightly. Mara tilted her head ever so slightly in consideration.

  With his arms wrapped around her, his breath in her hair, the woodsy scent that she loved so much surrounding her, and with his cock wedged deeply inside, he possessed her, claiming not only her body, but also ownership of her heart and filling her mind near constantly. He wasn’t opposed to the sharing of this feminine kiss and Mara was curious. What would it be like to touch another woman voluntarily? Would it be different from in the past when she didn’t have a choice? Why not, she thought, feeling bold.

  “I think I’d like a little taste—”

  Clarissa didn’t hesitate, dipping her head before Mara could finish. Lips, as soft as they looked, eagerly pressed against her own, and a tongue slipped inside. She relaxed, letting her control the kiss while she experienced the moment. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t more than that either. It didn’t steal her breath or make her pulse race as Sean’s kisses always did. She focused on Sean, holding and filling her. Now that—without a doubt—was what Mara liked.

  Rissa lifted her head moments later. “Thank you for allowing the sample, Master Sean, but it’s not her thing. Is it, Mara?”

  “No, Rissa, it appears I’m hopelessly straight.”

  She shrugged, flashing a grin. “There’s no accounting for taste.”

  Sean grunted his opinion from behind.

  Angling her head back, Mara smiled up at him. “I think I have impeccable taste.”

  His hand came up, sliding over her throat before his fingers curled around her neck, his long thumb cradling her jaw. The warm intensity of his gaze made her belly quiver. As his head lowered, he reclaimed her, his mouth taking from above while his cock took from below, moving within her in long, powerful strokes.

  Across from her, Adele’s thrusting hips resumed their possession of Rissa. With the continuous pounding combined with the nipple pulling and clit tugging, Mara’s arousal surged upward. In minutes, she was soaring once more, breathing fast against his mouth as she flew toward a glittering peak. Sean groaned behind her as he thrust hard and fast, his tongue sinking deep as he did. She wasn’t sure who found the summit first, but Mara’s cries rose, interweaving with Sean’s shouts, as pure passion overtook them together.

  As she came down moments later, she heard low whispers. Peeking between her lashes, she saw Rissa and Adele beaming at them, tears sparkling on their cheeks.

  “Absolutely beautiful,” Adele affirmed first. “Never have I witnessed such a beautiful joining. The connection between you is amazing.”


  “Thank you for letting us share in your moment,” Clarissa added, blinking back tears.

  Unsure how to answer, Mara said nothing, letting Sean respond. His answer, “it was our pleasure” was still gruff with passion.

  Clamps came off and cuffs were released, followed by the loss of him from her body. Always wanting to linger longer in the moment, she savored the pleasant after-ache that hummed through her body instead. When Sean lifted her, she curled against him, her arms clinging around his neck as he carried her to the couch leaving Adele to finish with Clarissa. Her head lolling sleepily on Sean’s shoulder, Mara didn’t watch, she didn’t need to. She could tell when the buzz of a vibe mixed with their breathless cries that they too found their beauty.

  Chapter Thirty-three

  As she mounted the stone steps of the courthouse a week later, Mara could think of a million and one things she’d rather do on a Tuesday afternoon than testify against Victor Mendoza. Climbing double time to keep up with the long-legged strides of the men surrounding her, she didn’t utter a word of complaint, grateful for the protective barrier they formed, each one a tall, formidable tower of muscle. Rossi had shown up in force with a contingent of a dozen men, six armed personnel stationed outside the courthouse and the elite six, which were serving as Mara’s personal detail, shadowing her, and ready to protect her with their lives. Each man wore bulletproof Kevlar, which kind of freaked her out, and prompted prayers that the effectiveness of those vests wouldn’t be put to the test here today.

  Mara concentrated on making sure each foot connected solidly with a stone tread as they took the flight of two dozen or more steps. Sean’s big hand curled around her hip, keeping her close as he shielded her on one flank while Dex’s bulk protected the other. Cap took point as Lil T and Jonas brought up the rear. Rick had gone ahead with agents Muñoz and Robinson to ensure the courthouse doors and lobby were clear.

  As they reached the landing, Sean’s arm tightened around her. He moved her in front of him as Cap opened the door and their entourage entered single file through the only open door. Waiting by the metal detectors up ahead, a court officer beside him, Rick waved them over.

  “No weapons beyond this point,” the officer announced as they approached.

  With certainty, the Rossi men knew that. They also knew that beyond this point they had to rely on the internal security of the U.S. District Court. The first line of defense was a metal detector. Cap led the way, Rick passing through behind him with no problem, but when Mara stepped through the alarm sounded shrilly. Freezing, she looked at the flashing lights over her head, and then spun to Sean who was waiting behind her.

  “Step back, Miss,” the guard instructed, “and remove all metal items from your pockets.”

  “I don’t have pockets.” Her hands went to her ears. “Would my earrings set it off?”

  “Possibly. Place them on the tray. Your rings, too.”

  With trembling hands, she dropped her jewelry in the tray.

  “Breathe, Mara,” Sean murmured by her side.

  She nodded and stepped back through. The high-pitched beeps went off again.

  “Step to the side, Miss. Spread your arms, please.” The older man then took a hand-held wand and waved it over her body. It was silent until it reached her knee.

  “My brace! I’m so sorry. I assumed it was plastic.” She pulled up the hem of her maxi-dress and showed him the support she wore.

  “Can you walk if you remove it?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she assured as her trembling fingers pulled open the Velcro straps and set it on a tray. As she stepped through once again, she was greeted by blessed silence. Sean walked through behind her and joined her at the table, his arm sliding around her waist as the guard inspected her brace.

  “We don’t have a scanner, so this will have to stay outside.”

  “Seriously?” Lil T bit out in disbelief. “She was shot by the bastards on trial for Christ’s sake. They’re the reason she needs the brace in the first place.”

  The guard who was unflaggingly polite nodded in understanding. “Sorry, Miss, it’s the rules. I could take it apart, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t be much use to you if I did. We have a wheelchair if—”

  “Oh, no,” Mara waved aside the offer. “I need it most for the stairs. Can I pick it up here on the way out?”

  “No, Miss, we can’t store belongings.”

  “Give it to me, darlin’,” T growled. “I’ll run it back to the vehicle.”

  As they turned away, the guard called after her. “It takes a brave woman to do what you’re doing, Miss. I admire that.”

  As Sean led her away, she aimed a smile over her shoulder at the nice man, but her security team had once again closed ranks, encircling her until all she saw was Kevlar vests over incredibly broad chests.

  * * * * *

  “Baby, you’ve got to calm down. You’re trembling so much you’re rattling the chair.”

  “He’s staring at me, Sean. Can’t we wait in the hall until I’m called?”

  “It’s safer in here. More controlled,” was his answer. Over her head, he caught T’s attention. “Switch places, T. Mendoza has a direct line of sight to Mara and has been eyeballing her since we walked in.”

  “No problem.” They all stood and shifted. Seated again, T cast a laser-eyed glare at the defendant’s table, giving Victor a taste of his own medicine. Sean felt his lips twitch, suppressing a grin as his friend scowled blackly at the son of a bitch. His smile broke free when the worm squirmed in his seat. It was little compensation for the hell he’d put her through, but he’d take it until the gavel fell, quite literally, on Victor Mendoza’s reign of terror.

  She noticed. “What’s funny?”

  “T’s giving the bastard the stink eye,” Sean nodded as Victor shifted front. “He’s scared shitless.”

  “Good. I’d enjoy watching, if I wasn’t such a wreck.”

  His chin dipped and he took in the compressed line of her usually soft, full lips and the purplish-blue shadows beneath her eyes. The dark circles had become prominent in the last few weeks, coinciding with the return of her nightmares as the trial date approached. He reached for her hand.

  “Relax, this is the home stretch. We’ve got you covered and Victor has no power over you now. Got me?”

  “I got you.”

  He nodded, bringing her fingers to his lips.

  “Mara, what do you know about cousin Horatio over there?” Cap had leaned in from his seat in the next row, where he and Jonas had her back, providing continuous protection even in court. Sean saw Mara twist her neck to answer, jumping when she found his face close. Cap didn’t appear to notice, his astute gaze glued to the thirty-something man seated in the front row across the aisle. Sean squeezed Mara’s shaky fingers as he followed Cap’s intent stare to the newest Mendoza threat.

  “I’ve only seen him in pictures before today. He’s the youngest male cousin and until a few weeks ago, I assumed he was in the family biz like the rest.”

  “He’s legit?” Cap returned in clear disbelief. “How do you know?”

  She shrugged. “You learn a lot while tied to a chair for two days, especially when your captor has no idea you speak Spanish.”

  Sean stiffened. It was all he could do to keep from storming to the front and beating Mendoza to a bloody pulp before he separated his head from his shoulders and stuck it up his own ass. Every time he heard stories of the abuse she’d suffered at his hands, he became livid. His fingers flexed around her hand as he brought it to his thigh, holding it tight as he struggled for control.

  “Lucky?” Her eyes sought his out.

  Easing his grip, he murmured, “I’m cool, nightingale, but I want this shit done.”

  She nodded in full understanding.

  “What did you learn, Mara?” Jonas prompted as he leaned forward on her other side. Not knowing who to address or which way to face, she switched between the two, her head swiveling back and forth as if at
a tennis match.

  “You guys are giving her whiplash,” Sean grumbled. “Back off.”

  It was Mara’s turn to give a squeeze of reassurance, but she did it with both hands. “It’s okay, babe.”

  “Didn’t the Feds ask about Horatio?” Cap pressed.

  “No, surprisingly, his name never came up.”

  His inquisitive frown turned into a scowl. “How could they miss asking about the kingpin’s nephew?”

  “Maybe because he grows sugar cane,” she offered.

  “You’re shitting me,” Lil T blurted out. “Mendozas and farming go together like a five hundred pound man in a thong.”

  Before Mara spoke again, she turned sideways in her chair. With Sean at her back, she leaned against him now able to address Cap, Jonas and T all at once without imitating a bobble head.

  “This is what I know about Horatio, which isn’t much. Victor doesn’t like him, despises him, in fact. He badmouthed him to Esteban every chance he got while I was held those two days, and Esteban and Victor argue about him a lot. After avenging Benito’s death, the old man wants out. Evidently, the life of a kingpin with bullets flying around your head all the time can be stressful, or so I hear.”

  Her little joke was met with smiles and a chuckle from Lil T. Sean didn’t find any humor in flying bullets, especially when his wife had already taken two. Victor’s bullets had left visible scars, as well as others you couldn’t see. She’d carry them forever as reminder of their painful association.

  “Horatio never bought into the family’s new line of business from what I gathered,” Mara went on, surprisingly calm in the retelling. “Evidently, before they turned pimps, dealers and thugs, the family had a history as plantation owners. For two hundred years, it was their livelihood. As the only lawful one in the bunch, Horatio is an anomaly today.

  Jonas spoke up his smart phone in hand. “She’s right. It says here that Mendoza Emprasas, the parent company, has a net worth of fifty million. Its value spiked a few years back when Horatio branched out into ethanol production.”