by Alyssa Clark
“Now?” She perked up like she thought I was going to toss her onto the tiny sink I had in my bathroom and fuck her there. She wouldn’t object in the least either, she’d enjoy every minute of it.
“No.” I turned around to glare at her.
“What’s a matter then?” She looked confused, though it was funny how she was all too willing to drop everything at the thought of sex. That’s something that should have gone to my head, but it didn’t.
“You’re right,” I admitted begrudgingly. It had to be said, I had to give her this little victory.
“What am I right about?” She sounded just as amused as she looked. It was obvious she knew, but she was fishing for more.
I considered what to say to this, what to do about how she was playing me. She wanted a reaction, she wanted a punishment that left her begging for forgiveness and begging me to fuck her. Not now, though. Not with other people able to hear it. I didn’t want them knowing the depravity I had slipped into. I didn’t want the off chance of anyone assuming I was doing the worse to her… and she wasn’t enjoying it.
“I’ll move in,” I took a step closer to her, “but I have some conditions.”
She didn’t retreat, she stood still as she listened to me. “What conditions?”
I edged further against her, pressing her back until she hit the wall. Her eyes flicked from mine down to my lips and back again. “Normal sex, not all the time but at least once and a while with no whining,” I said seriously.
“If you hear me whining,” she started with a growing grin, “it’s not going to be because of the type of sex we have. I know regardless of how we have sex with you it's still going to be mind-blowing.”
I snorted, but I didn’t let her distract me. She leaned up to brush a kiss against my lips and I tilted back just out of reach. “And we’re splitting it down the middle. This is a thing that hedges under that ‘I take care of you, and you take care of me’ deal. Neither one of us is gonna be shafted with fitting the bills.” It seemed an important thing, to share responsibility. I was about to go from forking out a little bit in rent to forking out a whole lot more.
The fire in her eyes dimmed, and she seemed to catch on how serious I was about this. She nodded in agreement. “We’ll work together. When I offered, I didn’t do it with the thought that you would be paying all the bills.” She cupped a cheek, her fingers toying with the hair there. “This would be a thing we would be in on together.”
I felt something in my chest tighten, it was hard not to melt against her and not get distracted. I don’t think she was making the effort anymore. Her eyes held a seriousness as she realized just how important this conversation was. My mouth went dry, and I couldn’t remember the other conditions I had. Instead, I was derailed by the thunder of my heartbeat in my ears.
I liked Tabitha, I realized that early on when she was stubborn about getting what she wanted from me. I liked how beautiful she was and just how adamant she was about taking care of me. I could look back and see how she had kept her word on that so many times.
But, now, I was starting to realize that what kept me with her wasn’t ‘like’ just as much as it wasn’t want. Things were easier with her, even when sex was readily available. She was all too eager for me, something any man would be happy with.
What I felt now, was more.
“You had more conditions?” she asked, her hand going from petting my growing beard to curling up in my hair. “I didn’t mean to distract you,” she sounded a little upset. “I got so happy with the fact that you were finally agreeing to move in that I wasn’t thinking just how important your needs were.”
I pressed my brow to hers, stopping her worries. “I’ll remember them later,” I assured her. “Just give me this minute.” I didn’t know how I was going to broach this to her. I didn’t know how it would affect her. But I’d figure that out once I was sure I knew how she felt.
Right now I was just going to enjoy her.
I kissed her lightly, slowly. Putting everything I’d just figured out behind that kiss. I never thought I’d come to this conclusion. I thought I was just taking advantage of a woman that wanted me. This was just supposed to be easy sex.
When did it turn into more?
She pressed into me, her arms curling around my waist and tightening. She held onto me like she could feel just what I needed her to. It was harder than I thought it would be to not crack and have the words spill out of me. I thought I’d have the resolve to not break, it was a struggle. This feeling was stronger than I was and I wasn’t prepared for it.
“I love you.” It came out of me between kisses. It wasn’t something I was gonna be able to hold back.I almost didn’t realize I said it until I felt her go still. She pulled away to look at me, surprise evident on her features.
“What?”
My throat seemed to close up, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to speak, I couldn't repeat myself. Maybe I could play it off like she hadn’t heard a thing? I couldn’t read her expression or her feelings. Panic had me pull away, and I tugged both my hands through my hair. I’d made a huge fucking mistake, I fucked things up just while they were getting good. I’d finally started to clean up my shit, and I’d fucked it all up.
“Stop,” Her voice was firm, and it immediately pulled me back to reality. She took hold of each wrist and tugged my hands from my hair. “I wanted to be sure I heard you right,” she began, “did you say what I thought you said?”
“Depends on what you think I said,” I grunted, my heart pounding so loudly in my ears I thought I’d go deaf.
Her lips twitched upward. “You love me?” There wasn’t anything demeaning about her expression. Instead, I saw something wistful. “Do you?”
I released an easy breath, I guess I’d better just bite the bullet. “I guess,” It came out gruffly. “I said I did.”
“You guess?” Her brows went up, and she closed the distance between us, her arms wound around my neck. “Or do you?”
“This some kind of test? You testin' me?”
“I’m trying to get you to say it again.” Her bottom lip came out, and I had to refrain from biting it. “Say it for me again, please.”
I was flooded with relief, and I sagged against her. “Say please again.”
“Please,” she breathed, brushing kisses against my cheeks and nose. “Please, Easton.” It sounded sexy just the way she said my name like a plea. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I growled at her. “That enough for you?”
“For now.” The smile she gave me was like sunshine. “I’m guessing this is something I’m going to get punished for, isn’t it?”
“I was gonna punish you for that sass you were giving me before anyway.” I shrugged as if we weren’t talking about something sexual. “Now it's gonna be worse.”
“Well,” she mirrored my shrug, again like this wasn’t a big deal, “I’m getting two things out of you that I wanted. So any punishment I have to face is worth it.”
“Glad you think that.” I pulled away from her and gave her ass a slap. “Let’s get home so I can tear your ass up.” I found her hand, and I tugged her out of the bathroom and to the door.
Tabitha followed me without any sort of resistance. “I always enjoy getting bent over your knee. And do you want to know why?”
“Why?” I didn’t bother to stop until I had to lock the door. Then I decided I’d go cave man on her, I felt light. It was like a weight I hadn’t even realized I’d been carrying was pulled off my back and shoulders. Might as well replace that weight with her. I turned and bent down to heave her up and over a shoulder.
She squealed and kicked once before she got settled then let out a laugh. I made it worse by giving her ass another hard slap, I was gonna have to make this punishment good and quick. The only thing I could think about now was getting balls deep in her.
“I love you,” she said. We were halfway down to her car when It came out of with a laugh.
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p; It was like she knocked the wind out of me. I had to stop and let her slide down the front of me so I could see her face. “What?” Was this how she felt when she heard me say it?
She gave me a grin and her happiness was so damn infectious. “I love you.” She didn’t make me fish for it, there was no trying to hide it from me. There was no fear. She wasn’t at all worried about my reaction because she knew how I felt about her.
“Good,” I said, feeling so relieved at hearing that from her. “I’m still going to beat your ass.”
She didn’t look deterred in the least. If anything she pressed further against me. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Restraint
The Decadence Club - Book 1
By Alyssa Clark
Published by Scarlet Lantern Publishing
Prologue
Angela
I tumbled onto the bed, humming with the aftershocks of an orgasm. Kurt seemed to be just as spent, but he had his hands still cuffed above his head. That had all been his idea, the cuffs. At first we had taken turns, but after that first time being at his whims I determined it wasn’t something I enjoyed. Having him at my mercy on the other hand was thrilling in a way I couldn’t let go of.
So, we went from just to having a cheap pair of handcuffs to a pair of leather cuffs that were more secure and offered more versatility with just how they could restrain him. That’s when I found the fetish site and forum, it was a virtual wealth of information from every walk of life. It covered so much that I couldn’t fathom just what I wanted to do.
I saw the word punishment and our collection grew. I had a flogger and a riding crop that I used on Kurt with gusto.
And he let me.
He let me hurt him until he was howling with just how much it hurt. There were no complaints about how hard I hit him or how I used him while he was vulnerable, shackled to our bed. I got high off the feeling of power it gave me, it only made me want to punish him more. It made me want to push the boundaries of just how much he would be willing take.
And that’s where the strap on came into play.
So, after I recovered enough to free him, I was a little surprised when he went digging through bedside drawer instead of just throwing the leather cuffs in there like he usually would. It didn’t bother me, this was all stuff I had already used on him, or he had seen at some point.
Except he pulled up short, “What the fuck?”
I sat up on my knees and looked over his shoulder to investigate what got his attention. He held it, the strap on, still in its obnoxiously bright pink packaging. I hadn’t bothered to open it and sanitize it yet, I figured it would be better to say something about it before I pulled it out. I couldn’t see his face to judge his reaction. “What’s a matter?”
He stood up quickly, dropping the box. He didn’t answer me at first, just seemed to be in a rush to get dress. “This,” when he finally got his jeans on he started to talk. “This isn’t going to work.”
“What?” I was caught off guard.
“This isn’t going to work,” he said again, pulling a t-shirt over his head. “It’s been fun. I’m going to crash with a friend. I’ll get the rest of my stuff when I can find a new place.”
Really he was going to break up and move out like that? “Wait,” I stood, not bothering to cover my nudity. “Can’t we talk about this?” I paused to pick up the dropped strapon, “You’re going to run out because you found this?”
“You’re taking it too far,” he didn’t bother to look at me. “Every time we have sex you just take on more shit and yea… that’s too far.”
“I can return this,” I argued, trying to get him to stop, because now that he was dressed he was throwing his clothes into a bag. “We don’t have to use this, and you don’t have to walk out.” This had been his idea, he had started this. Now it was too much, now I was going too far. “I thought we were having fun. Now I’ve gone too far?”
“That,” he pointed at the box I held in my hand. “Is too far. And let’s be honest. This has been going downhill for a while now,” he threw his bag onto his shoulder. He left it at that, walking out of the bedroom.
I didn’t get a kiss, a goodbye. Nothing.
It left me confused, hurt. Angry.
I had been having fun, enjoying what we were doing. Obviously, I went wrong somewhere, I assumed too much, and he went running. Yet, despite it being too much for Kurt, I wasn’t ready to give up on the fun that I had been having. While it might have been easier to find another man that would let me experiment on him, I had other ideas. All of them stemmed from a thread I found on a fetish forum.
Submissive looking for part-time dominant, willing to pay for services.
Somewhere a light went on.
I could get paid to do this for people. I enjoyed doing it to Kurt, what I did to him was just a fraction of what I wanted to do. It was obvious, now, that he wasn’t into it. I could, however, easily find someone to replace him, that much was obvious now.
My hurt feelings would hea,l and my thirst for this lifestyle would be sated.
1
Angela
After some trial and error, I managed to figure things out. Kurt became forgotten in the adventure of learning a new lifestyle. I took up watching instructional videos and reading blogs, joining forums. Determining rules, there was a guideline that was offered that ensured the safety of subs. Then advertising, putting myself out there as a domme for hire.
I managed to find myself a sub, then two, that garnered my services for a significant fee. To keep it legal sex wasn't involved. But, going through a forum, they aren't what I would have hoped for. They weren’t the young men with the bods I hoped for. Both were middle-aged men suffering from what I assumed to be a midlife crisis I've also had a few female inquiries, but I wasn't quite comfortable with making that leap. I was curious, I'll admit, just not quite ready to take a bite out of that hook.
My first and most loyal sub is Mr. Franklin. He was a banker, I think, in his fifties and married. Despite him ‘seeing’ me, he was devoted to his wife. He was just unsure how to broach the subject of what he wanted on this level with her. But, he had no problems addressing his wants with me. “There is something about giving control to a beautiful woman, between our visits I sleep soundly and my blood pressure is less of an issue,” he admitted to me once after a session when he was able to be open and direct about his feelings. Being open was important, our dynamic was all about trust.
Our sessions mostly involved tame moments, him restrained while I used various tools to discipline him. He was attractive in his own way, but I wasn't sexually attracted. Not that it mattered with what he paid me.
We were just finishing up a session, he was redressing, and I was taking the time to help him. I welted up his back a little too much, and he moved slowly as if he ached. I worried that I had misjudged the force I used on him. I had already smoothed a lotion that was supposed to help with aches onto his battered skin, but he was still slow going. I didn't hear any complaints. I slipped his linen shirt over his shoulders and stepped around him to start buttoning it up. It amused me to be in my leather bustier, lacy boy shorts, and ass-kicking heels while I helped him dress in a three-piece suit.
“You're to relax the rest of the day,” I said in a tone the gave no room for argument. “No overextending yourself.” As soon as I finished buttoning his shirt, he tucked it into his pants, and I plucked up his tie. “If the wife is feeling frisky, I won’t discourage you from meeting her needs, but it will probably be in your best interest to allow positions where she is on top and in control.”
“If I allow her to have a position of control sexually, don't you think that will endanger your position in my life?” He chuckled as I expertly k
notted his tie.
It was hard to resist not tugging on it as if it were a leash, “Your wife should be your first priority. If she were to find out what you and I do, it's likely she wouldn't stay with you. I refuse to be a homewrecker, and I can't offer you the emotional support your wife does.” He looked as if he were listening seriously, “It's in your best interest to persuade your wife into taking my position. It will strengthen your relationship.” His tie fixed and straight, I went to fetch his vest and jacket, “Take the day to recover. Then I expect you to worship your wife as you do me.” He lifted his arms, and I fitted the vest on him then the jacket, “If I find out you haven't I will punish you accordingly.”