Claimed: The Decadence Club

by Alyssa Clark

  Tabitha didn’t move from her knees, she worked the buttons of her jacket free deftly then shrugged out of it. It gave me a few of a demure white lacy bra that wasn’t meant to be sexy, but it still managed to be. She stood to kick off of her shoes and then proceeded to wiggle out of her pants, not exactly with the artful grace of a stripper but I watched it anyway with an appreciation that did nothing but make my mouth dry and my cock hard.

  Down to her panties and bra, she was a sight that I took great pleasure in taking in. Pale skin that just stood out with her white bra and underwear, it felt like she was projecting an image of innocence that I knew was anything but true.

  She went back down to her knees, and I tugged off my shirt, ready to tell her to take the rest of it off too. That’s when I thought better of it. I kicked off my shoes and tossed my shirt aside, not caring where it went. I sat on my bed and leaned back against the wall, “Give me a reason to give you what you want.”

  She looked surprised and then confused, I didn’t offer her any direction other than spreading my knees and getting comfortable. Her lips went between her teeth, and she seemed to consider her options before she turned to me. Staying low, she started to crawl to me. Breasts still bound in her bra but were pressed between her arms and bringing emphasis to the cleavage it created. I was distracted by it, and there was no stopping the reaction I got from watching the way she prowled toward me.

  She positioned herself between my knees and slid her hands up my thighs. She easily found my erection, and it became the focus of her attention, stroking through the denim of my jeans and giving her case a helluva argument. She started to unbutton them, and I had to stop her. “Nu-uh. You don’t get to dive right in.”

  She released a breath that was clearly frustrated but immediately went back to ‘convincing’ me. She gave my cock another few strokes through my jeans before she leaned forward to trace her tongue along the waistband of my jeans. My breath caught as her tongue drifted upward, tracing along the line of hair that came from my belly button. She didn’t linger there, she just traced a path between muscle until she came to my chest. Her teeth scraped against my skin as she started to follow the path of one pec until she came across one nipple. I didn’t expect the feeling that it induced. I gasped as she used her teeth and tongue teased me, crawling up into my lap as she did.

  There was this temptation to take control, to skim my hands along her form and cup her ass. There really wasn’t any need to try to sell me the idea of sex, I didn’t need to be talked into it. But every little swipe of her tongue and every little brush of her teeth on my skin had goosebumps coming up, and I was more than won over by her persuasions. She started to make a line across my chest, nuzzling her way through the sparse hair when I cut her off.

  I knotted my hand in her hair, and I tugged her up to my mouth without a thought. With everything that I’d done to her thus far, it was kind of surprising that this was the first time I’d actually kissed her. I knew what her cunt tasted like, but up until shoving my tongue into her mouth and kissing her like I owned her I was just now finding out how her lips tasted. It was enough to distract me, leaving me to kiss her hard and hungrily without acting on the position we were in.

  Her lips were sweet, probably from a lipgloss or something, but the flavor underneath was something that was purely her. It made want to do nothing but drink her in. I twisted and pressed her down onto the bed, I found that I enjoyed the feel of her against me just as much as I enjoyed her taste. I wedged her between the bed and me, taking full advantage of the fact that I weighed more than her to get her to where I could roll my hips against hers.

  There was so much to do to her, so much of her to grope and bite, but here I was lost in her mouth. I pressed a hand between us, and I cupped her through her panties rubbing the growing dampness between my fingers before I pushed it aside. Her skin was hot to the touch, she probably just as turned on as I was by her ‘working’ to convince me. I pressed a finger between her lower lips and found the throbbing bud of her clit, she gasped and pulled away for a breath. I found her jaw as I worked my fingers into her, feeling her clench around me. I wanted to be ball deep in this now.

  I sat up on my knees, and I worked my belt loose and my jeans open when reality decided to do a complete derail. I fucking forgot something. The one thing I insisted on having I fucking forgot. I didn’t restrain the flare of anger I felt, I punched the mattress, and I felt her flinch. I was such an idiot.

  “No rubbers,” I grunted when I got a surprised look from her. I looked away, I didn’t want to see her disappointment. Just like I didn’t want to feel it when my balls clenched at the idea of not getting just what I wanted.

  Tabitha wiggled out from under me, and I didn’t make any effort to stop her. I flopped forward on the bed and watched her struggle with her clothing. I guess enough disappointment was enough to get her to not want to stick around. Only, she didn’t get dressed. Instead, she just seemed to be searching through them. When she found what she was looking for she stood up and turned back to me with a smirk, showing me a string of condoms. “I decided it would be a good idea to come prepared.” She stepped back towards the bed.

  I sat up slowly. “If that’s not warranting a reward I don’t know what does.”

  Her eyes darkened, and she looked like she was all too interested in what she might get. “A reward?”

  I had my jeans open, but the only thing that kept me from kicking them off and jumping her was this. “I don’t know what to give you as one, so you gotta tell me what you want.”

  Her eyes widened a little, but she eyed me in a way that let me know what she really wanted. “I want to cum,” she purred. Her voice had gone a little hoarse as she seemed to think more about it. “I want you to tie me to your bed and for you to have your every way with me.”

  “Oh I was gonna have my way anyway,” I growled at her. I didn’t have anything to tie her to the bed with, so with what little blood I had left in my brain, I tugged my belt from my jeans. “But I’ll make sure you get what you want. You just gotta do me two things, sugar.”

  She flushed, and I couldn’t tell if it was the endearment or if it was just lust. “I’ll do anything.”

  “Take the rest of that off, or I’m gonna shred it.” I took a breath because it was hard not to do just that. She already moved to unhook her bra like I wasn’t asking something of her. “The second thing is you’re gonna have to keep quiet.” That got her attention. She dropped her bra and looked at me like I just asked her to perform brain surgery or some shit. “Walls are paper thin, babe.” I gestured to my meager apartment. “It’s closing in on dawn. Do you really wanna stop our fun to deal with my neighbors beating on the door? You wanna fuck? You wanna cum? You gotta button up that noise.” Then I realized something. “If you can’t… I’m gonna have to give you a punishment.” That was how this shit worked, right?

  She took a breath, but it didn’t look like she was about to put up any sort of fuss. Her panties went down anyway, though she was slower about it. From there she took the string of condoms she had in her hand and ripped on from the string. She had the foil pack open in her teeth and was tugging my jeans open with her hands. There was nothing submissive about the way she went from there.

  I didn’t bother to stop her, not if this was going to get me what I wanted, too.

  She had my cock out, and she made a soft noise, barely audible, as she handled me. There was a temptation to call her on it, but she gave me a firm stroke that immediately dashed that idea. Her free hand worked the condom on me as the other got my jeans off. I helped it along before I took her shoulders and gave her a hard shove back onto the bed. It got me a gasp, a bright-eyed look but she didn’t make any move to stop me when I got onto the bed with her.

  I still had my belt in one hand, and I made sure to press her upward towards the headboard. “Hands above your head,” I ordered, but kept my voice low for the same reason I told her to stay quiet.

  She di
d as I commanded without protest and I wound my belt around her wrists. It didn’t work as well as I would’ve liked, but after giving it a tug or two, I figured she couldn’t easily get out of it. I was over her as I did it, my dick against her upper chest as I worked the worn leather to be an adequate restraint. Now that I was finished, I couldn’t help but appreciate the position I was in.

  It looked so good to me.

  I shifted down a little so that I could cup her tits around my dick. She whimpered as I thrust between them, I didn’t know if it was purely because I was teasing them or if it was the only person going to garner any sort of enjoyment from it was me. I started to reach back to play with her pussy but thought better of it, I wouldn’t get very far doing that.

  I got off of her and laid across the end for the bed, shifting her legs onto my shoulders. I buried my face between her legs without any warning that was my intentions. I kissed her cunt like I had kissed her lips, only I was a little more liberal with my teeth. She twitched and rolled up her hips up against my face, she made low noises that only seemed to grow in volume.

  I thrust two fingers into her, and she let out a cry. She had forgotten what was supposed to be important. I reached forward to slap her tit with one hand, not hard, but with just enough force to get her attention. Her eyes flew open and connected with mine. I wasn’t going to stop, not yet, I was too caught up in what I was doing. But I made sure to glare at her, so she knew she was dancing on thin ice.

  Her lip went between her teeth, and she sucked in a breath as I hooked my fingers upward inside her. This was a dangerous game to play now. I rocked my fingers in and out of her as I toyed with her clit, daring her to make any noise bigger than a whimper. Her legs flexed on my shoulders, and I could feel every tremble in her core. She was getting closer, and I watched as her face pinched with the effort to stay quiet.

  I decided I was gonna make things difficult for her, sucking on her hard. She spasmed around me and against me, crying out a little louder. I released her, and I gave the other breast a harder slap then I gave the one before. She gave a sharp gasp, her eyes going wide with it. I pried her legs from around my head, and I got up on my knees. I took aim, and without giving her any sort of warning, I thrust home.

  She made a strangled noise, something between a moan and a shout that she managed to cut off before it was too loud. I still gave her another slap for it. I traded the punishment between breasts, hitting her just hard enough to leave red marks.

  “Stay quiet,” I grunted before I started up with a rhythm that I could manage with the persistent throbbing in my cock.

  Her breath hitched, and her legs wound around my hips even as I worked into her with a force that shifted the bed back against the wall. I stopped caring about the amount of noise that went on, it felt too good to give a shit about my neighbors. I fucked her with the same kind of abandon that I did the last time I had the opportunity, and it was apparent that she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

  I almost didn’t hear the first bang against the floor, it was lost against the noise we were making, but then it went out of rhythm we were in. I stopped, pulling up short and the banging below us kept at it.

  “Don’t stop!” It came out of her as a plea that was strung together because she kept up with it until I covered her mouth. She had forgotten she was supposed to stay quiet.

  “It’s too early for that,” was hollered from below after the banging stopped. “Cut that shit out!”

  “Sorry,” I hollered back trying hard not to laugh. I rested on her, keeping my hand on her mouth and trying my best to not fall into any sort of hysterics. I was tired but fucking her and eating her out, had left me more than a little drunk. “Fuck,” I whispered and I tried to calm myself down. “Got carried away. You okay?”

  She whimpered but nodded. Then, she flexed her muscles around my cock and squeezed me hard. I couldn’t help the groan that tore through me.

  “You’re close?” I asked and got another nod. I took a breath. “Give me a second. I’m not quite ready to explode just yet, and I’m just as close.” I relaxed on her, stroking her face while I kept my palm against her mouth. I could feel her breath labored against the back of my hand. “Gonna have to punish you for this, you know that right?”

  Her eyes closed and she didn’t look at all upset when she nodded.

  It was like it didn’t bother her at all, the knowledge that she was going to face some kind of pain for all of this didn’t put her off. Her hips rolled against mine, and I knew it was an urge to keep going. She was still just focused on the now, not the repercussions of breaking that rule.

  “Do I need to keep my hand here?”

  I got another nod, and I decided it was better to keep the position we were in. I adjusted my legs, and I began to do slow, shallow thrusts just to enjoy the feel of her against me. She held onto me tightly with her cunt and her legs. It was torture to keep this up with the way she hung onto me, I couldn’t pull out too much she didn’t give me much room to.

  I bowed, burying my face against her neck and working now just for the sake of us both getting to cum. I pressed my free hand between us, not wanting to straighten up again, and started to toy with her clit. She made a noise against my hand, and that hard clench she gave me before started to strangle me.

  I couldn’t keep my hand on her mouth, I had to hold onto her while I thrust into her. I slipped my arms around her, and I heard the starts of a pained noise coming from her. It was like a whine, but louder. I caught her lips with mine and swallowed it. It vibrated through me because it seemed without my hand smothering her she had to make more noise.

  I couldn’t keep it up, I couldn’t hold on even while I was clinging to her. I erupted, and it was a slow agonizing moment that tore through me. I echoed the noise she made, it hurt so good.

  “Goddamn,” I choked against her lips. I couldn’t think of the last time I had sex like this.

  She was panting against me. “I knew.” Her legs still held onto me tightly. “I knew it would be good like this.”

  “I feel like there’s more to it than just this. This seems like more than just fucking to me. This seems way to easy,” I admitted to her. There had to be something I was missing in the details because I didn’t have all the dots connected here. Not that I didn’t enjoy this, not that the two times I’d fucked her hadn’t been good.

  Maybe I was thinking too hard about it?

  “Are you willing to at least try?” Her voice sounded a little hoarse. “If you’re willing to try,” she sounded a little desperate as she spoke, “I will do anything. I’ll cook for you, wait on you hand and foot--”

  I kissed her because I had to make her stop. I couldn’t think of all the things I could use her for. I tugged her lip into my mouth and dug my teeth into it. “If you don’t stop, your punishment is just gonna be worse.” I had no idea what the fuck I was gonna do to her, I was too tired to figure that out now.

  I reached up and fidgeted with the belt until it was loose enough to get her hands out of it. I pulled out and chucked the condom, I could deal with that mess when we had a decent amount of sleep. I curled up around her, I was all too comfortable with it and too tired to give a fuck. I buried my face against her neck and breathed her in just as exhaustion took hold.

  11

  I was comfortable, warm even without the blanket or sheet on me. My cheek was pressed against something solid, and a deep inhale was clue enough to tell me that it was Tabitha. I stretched a little and rubbed my face against her, feeling her twitch in response. I was laying on her chest, so I shifted down a little so that I could nuzzle a breast. Waking up to tits was definitely something I could get used to.

  Only the lull of sleep still clung hard like it wasn’t entirely ready to let go. I yawned and decided another hour or so couldn’t hurt. That’s when I heard it, the reason why I must’ve woke up in the first place. It was a buzzing like a vibrator, but it wasn’t the continuous buzz that I’d expect to hear. The
re was a pattern to it.

  It was a phone.

  I groaned and rubbed my whiskers harder against her chest, knowing with the way that she twitched before it’d probably wake her up. She squirmed and let out a cranky, “Stop.”

  “Phone’s ringing,” I told her, doubting it was mine. The only people that would call me were Angela or Suzanne. I’d already seen Suzanne, and I knew damn well I didn’t fail the piss test, so it wasn’t her. Angela struck me as an ‘I’ll call you when I need you’ type of female so I doubted it was her.

  That left Tabitha’s phone.

  She made a noise of complaint. “They can leave a message.” Her arms went around my head like she could keep me from rubbing my whiskers against her. I hummed as I considered breaking the hold she had, but she sweetened the deal by curling her fingers through the hair on the top of my head.