Claimed: The Decadence Club

by Alyssa Clark

  Angela came back to me with a towel, she was still in the process of drying her hands. She eyed me with an appreciation I didn’t expect to see in her eyes. I saw hunger there. It thrilled me in a way I didn’t expect. But now I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I shifted and splayed my legs, giving her something to look at.

  Her hand danced across my chest, tracing the lines of muscle and making me vow to get back into that routine. I wanted her salivating when she looked at me, I wanted to see a burning lust in her expression that felt like mine. I didn’t want her to be able to resist me.

  There didn’t seem to be any bit of distaste with the way that she looked at me now. But I could tell she was careful not to show me too much. She circled one nipple slowly, drawing the usually flat bit of skin to peak in a way I hadn’t expected. I never thought my chest overly sensitive, but I shuddered as she continued to stimulate me.

  She switched from one pec to the other and began to toy with my nipple. Was this how it felt for women? It was something that I wouldn’t mind, it only seemed to magnify everything, even the quickening pulse in my cock.

  Her hand drifted down until her fingers were tangled in the light brown pubic hair around the base of me. I had made a point to groom myself down there, but when she pulled, I found myself wishing I had shaved. It wouldn’t be a mistake I made again.

  “Do you want to cum, Mr. Clarke?” Her voice was beckoning, sweet like honey and something I would give anything for a taste.

  “Yes,” I rasped, finding it hard to focus as she closed her fingers around me now. “Yes, please,” I had sense enough to remember just how I was supposed to respond. “May I cum please?”

  “Such a good boy,” she purred against my cheek, giving my cock a squeeze as she pressed into my side. “I like to hear you say please, Mr. Clarke. Say it again, and I’ll be sure to give you a very good reward.”

  I held my breath, not sure how long I would be able to deal with her playing with me like this. “May I cum please?” It came out as a croak, any attempt at being sexy about it was loss with the way she touched me.

  “Such a good boy,” she purred again. She got up, and for a second, I thought after all of that teasing she was going to leave me here was another form of punishment, cruelty that I hadn’t been prepared for. I could already feel my testicles begin to ache in protest. I didn’t even bother to track where she was, I was more involved in my own suffering.

  That was a mistake.

  She came back to me with a pole in her hands. I forgot about my blue balls and focused on what she was doing now. “What is that?” I couldn’t help the fear in my voice. This was new to me, and I hated to think where she would put the dark metal pole, the questions she had asked me earlier was something she was going to take into consideration before she did anything to me.

  Right?

  I didn’t know for sure, but without even meeting my worried gaze she began to put the pole into place between my knees. There were straps that looked like it made it so that it would keep my legs apart. I didn’t fight her as she secured it to me. I just waited to see if she was going to give me an explanation as to what she was doing. As soon as she had my splayed and on display to her liking she jerked the bar upward so that she could then hook it onto the iron headboard.

  I was curled upward with my knees up in the air. My ass and everything else was exposed, and there was no fighting the way she had me strung up, it made me feel vulnerable. “What are you doing?” I hated this feeling. I didn’t want to be tied to the bed anymore.

  “I’m going to give you a reward,” she gave me a smile that was probably meant to put me at ease. “This is what you get for being a good boy, Mr. Clarke. But if you continue to question me out of place, I will forget to give it to you in favor of punishing your insolence.”

  “A reward doesn’t involve you doing something that’s going to hurt me, is it?” Kneeling before her was one thing, letting her spank me or whip me was pushing it. But being curled up with my legs spread out like this was a whole other thing.

  Angela put a hand on the back of my thigh, her voice soothing and calm as if she felt just my discomfort. “Calm down,” it was a demand that got my attention. “This is about trust,” her gaze caught mine and she held it as she spoke. “That is what a relationship like this is reliant on. Trust. You have to understand that while I am going to hurt you, I am going to punish you. I am not going to hurt you in a way that will do you actual harm. I won’t do anything that will make it impossible for you to function.”

  She sat on the bed and started to stroke my skin, causing goosebumps to rise as she went up and down my thighs. “If this position has you uncomfortable all you need to do is say your safe word, and I will stop. That’s how this works, remember?”

  There was some comfort in that. I relaxed back into the bed as best I could in my current position. Despite it all, I wanted to know what my reward would be. I watched her warily as she shifted onto the other end of the bed. To my surprise, I watched as she trailed her tongue from the crown of my cock down to my testicles. Worries were immediately forgotten in favor of getting one of the things I had wanted from the moment I first saw her.

  I wasn’t going to speak up now, not with how much I wanted this. If she was going to suck me off as a form of reward I was more than willing to let her. I could only imagine how it would compare to the hand job she had given me the first time.

  She didn’t immediately make any attempt to swallow me. Instead, she licked a path along my shaft to my balls. I tried to keep my breathing even in the event she decided that just this would suffice as a reward. I expected her to travel back up, but she trailed her tongue down lower. She licked a swath beneath my testicles, giving me a good view of how they looked to rest on her cheek. Then that deft little tongue went further south. I felt her circle the rim of my asshole.

  I clenched reflexively. This wasn’t something I had experienced before. I didn’t know if I should stop her or see just how far she would take it.

  When she licked my anus outright, I figured there was nothing I could do but process the feeling. She tongued the tightly clenched hole until I started to relax in increments. She didn’t force anything into me, just teased me with just adding little bits of pressure.

  I wanted more, I just didn’t want to ask for it. What she was doing felt good, but it didn’t do anything to alleviate the ache in my cock. If anything it made it worse.

  She must’ve felt the throbbing because she drifted back up the path she just traveled only this time she took her time to pay more attention to my balls. She sucked one into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue until she had me groaning with how good it felt. The other got equal treatment, and I was amazed by just how generous she was being. If this was just a reward, what would sex be like with her?

  I wanted to find out.

  Her tongue started to wind its way up my cock again, and I had to force my eyes open so I could watch as she swallowed it. Angela was intent on what she was doing, her cheeks hollowed as she began to work my length in. She wrapped her fist around the base of me and began to work me with her hand and mouth.

  It was so good. I almost didn’t feel the probing of a finger at the rim of my ass. My breath caught, and I tried to clench my cheeks as the pressure began to turn into an invasion. She managed a digit into me, and there was nothing I could do to force her out. “Stop,” I gritted because I didn’t want anything forced into me.

  She didn’t listen. Instead, she opened those big blue eyes and pinned me with a glare. She began to thrust her finger in and out of me slowly, all the while she continued to suck on my cock with ferver that I could feel building up in me. All despite the fact that she was finger fucking me.

  Her finger withdrew and for a moment I thought she was done until I felt her begin to probe at me again. This time when she entered me there were two fingers that spread me apart. I grunted with the effort, trying to focus on the fact that I didn’t want
this and not how it made me feel. “Stop,” I bit out hoping she would listen.

  Instead, those eyes still looked right through me like I hadn’t said a word. Her fingers kept up their work in time with her other hand and the suction of her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at me, I was doing something wrong here. I couldn’t think of what it was. She wasn’t waiting for me to figure it out. Instead, her fingers curled within me, and after a little bit of searching on her part, she began to tease something inside me that left me gasping.

  I didn’t know what she was doing, but I couldn’t think past it. Pressure built in my testicles and the stimulation she was giving me from my ass only seemed to magnify everything. The throbbing of my cock wasn’t something to ignore either. There was no restraining the tidal wave of feelings she was inducing in me. When I came it wasn’t like an eruption, it was more like an explosion that left me blind. My hips found a way to rock up into her mouth as everything that I had me was rushed out of me.

  I was sapped, all my nerves were buzzing, and I could think past how good it felt.

  I was suddenly so glad she didn’t stop.

  Her hands were on my knees, and I felt the bar between them move. Carefully, my legs were lowered to the mattress. I opened my eyes to see her, I noted her hair was damp and her makeup smudged. She still looked fucking gorgeous.

  “What are you doing now?” I sounded mildly drunk, but I got her attention.

  “Shh,” she soothed as she kept up the chore of releasing me. “Just relax while I clean you up. Don’t try to get up, if you do you might fall.”

  “Why didn’t you stop?” I clenched as I thought back to the invasion of her fingers. It wasn’t something that bothered me now, but I felt like I needed to know.

  “You didn’t say the safe word,” she spoke gently. “Remember the rule, if you don’t say the right word, then I don’t stop.” She worked the silky rope from my wrists and as soon as they were free she went as far as to lightly massage my wrists. I’d pulled at the bindings, so they were tight, but I hadn’t been bothered by them. “If you want me to stop doing something to you,” her fingers went through my hair, and I couldn’t help but remember where they had been. “You will remember your safe word,” I noticed the way she looked at me, there wasn’t anything degrading in her expression. She looked as if she were being far too observant, “Are you alright?”

  I swallowed, there was a lot here that happened that was definitely going to need some introspective thought that I wasn’t going to have with her standing over me. All I could really think about was just how good it had felt, “I’ve never…” I didn’t know how to complete the sentence. I was uncomfortable with just how she was looking at me.

  She looked away from me for a moment then nodded, “I need to clean you up. Don’t get up.”

  While she had me loose, I didn’t think I could feel my feet enough to get up. I let my arms fall limp and just relaxed. This was probably the part that Allen was talking about. I didn’t feel like I had a care in the world and everything was sapped from me with the magnitude of that orgasm.

  Did she do that for Allen, too?

  That brought me up short. I sat up, and I inspected the damage as I tried to distract myself from the way that made me feel. My stomach had twisted up, and I could feel heat going up the back of my neck. I shifted so I could see just what she was doing and where she was at. I felt something possessive towards this woman I didn’t even know. I didn’t want her doing things with another man.

  Especially not Allen Franklin, and I knew he felt the same way.

  Angela was in a little bathroom that I hadn’t noticed on my first visit. It had dark tile and looked open. There was a shower without a tub, a little half wall provided some privacy, and I assumed hid the toilet. From what I could see of her, she was gathering a washcloth and a small bowl of water. She wasn’t kidding about cleaning me up.

  A glance down and I saw just what kind of mess was left over. The reason why I felt sapped was because when I came, it looked like every bit of cum that had built up in me had been ejected from me. I practically coated the bed. “I’ve never had this,” I gestured to the bed. “Happen before.” I felt embarrassed when I looked up at her, it explained why she was damp. She was probably hit with a stream of it.

  The look she gave me wasn’t demeaning in the least. If anything it softened the harshness of the background. “Don’t worry about this, Mr. Clarke,” she sat on a clean spot of the bed and began to put her focus on cleaning up the sticky liquid off of me. “What I did,” she spoke gently as she cleaned me up. “was called milking the prostate. The reason why I did that is because it usually provides an intense orgasm.” She shifted my flaccid cock out of the way as she cleaned my thighs. I winced because I felt overly sensitive, “I know you were probably uncomfortable with the anal play. That’s why you demanded I stop, right?” I nodded and looked away, I didn’t want to process that part yet. “Situations like that is why the safe word is important. I am going to push you and your comfort zone. If you say stop instead, I am going to keep going. That’s how this works.”

  She had explained that to me before. It shouldn’t bother me now, and really it didn’t. Right now what bothered me the most is knowing that she had almost certainly sucked off my boss.

  “Do you do things like that for Allen?”

  “What I do with Mr. Franklin is not your business,” she looked unphased by my question. Once she had me cleaned up, she helped me shift to the edge of the bed. She hovered like she thought I might slide off the bed or something. “Why are you bothered by what I do with Mr. Franklin?” When I met her gaze she looked confused, “The relationship I have with him is similar to what I have with you. That much should be obvious.”

  “Probably for the same reason he keeps coming back to you after you give him hell,” I doubted she realized what he wanted from her. I knew she knew what I wanted from her. But I hadn’t made any attempt to hide my lust from her.

  I watched her expression cloud, but she walked away without commenting. “See if you can get up and come here to dress without stumbling,” she commanded as she got to the closet.

  “You’re going to make me get dressed now? We’re done?” Honestly, I didn’t want to walk away from her now. Even if I was sure my cock wouldn’t cooperate, I wasn’t ready to leave.

  “As much as I would enjoy hearing you whimper and moan, Mr. Clarke,” she gave me a smile that could only be described as sexy. “You are obviously done with this visit. It would be unprofessional to continue to add time to your bill that Mr. Franklin is paying.”

  I stood, and I felt my legs quake. I didn’t stumble though. I walked towards her with a surety I shouldn’t have been able to summon up. Her eyes drifted over me, and I saw appreciation, I knew attraction was there. After all that she had done to me, I was going to take this chance. When she pulled out the hanger that held my slacks, I ignored it. Instead, I caught her chin and cupped her cheek with my other hand. I didn’t give her time to protest, I caught her mouth in a hungry kiss that I had been dying to give her since I first laid eyes on her.

  She made a noise of protest, but it quickly trailed off. Surprisingly, she returned the kiss. Her lips parted, and her tongue slipped into my mouth, I couldn’t help the groan at the taste of sweetness that it treated me to. The only thing that was off-putting was the underlying saltiness that could only be because of me. Did she swallow? I pressed her back until she was against the wall and enjoyed the feel of her pressed against me.

  Our tongues fought for dominance, I wasn’t ready to bend to her will now. I was much too eager to taste every inch of her that I could. Her fingers cut through my hair, and her nails scraped along my scalp. Had I been able to get it up, I was sure I would be rubbing my erection against her thigh. But after what she had given me earlier there was no chance of the old boy getting up again today. It didn’t keep the lust I felt for her from boiling over.

  I pulled away so I could gasp for a breath an
d before I could even think about finding out what the rest of her tasted like her hand connected with my cheek. She slapped me hard enough to dislodge me. I stepped back and saw stars. If she had flat out punched me, there’s a good chance she might have knocked me on my ass.

  “You don’t get to do that,” she snapped at me, wiping at the smudged lipstick. “And if you do it again, Mr. Clarke, I assure you I will make you regret making the assumption. You are not the one that’s in control of this situation.”

  “And you are?” I refrained from rubbing my bruised cheek. “You’re the one in control? You dole out punishments and rewards, but what do you get out of this?” I bent down to get my slacks and didn’t bother with my boxers, I stepped into them and tugged them up. “Let me guess you’re comfortable with your sexual frustrations. That’s fine.”

  “I am not going to fuck you,” she hissed and I knew I was playing with fire.

  “That’s fine,” I said again as I made a point of getting dressed. “I got off,” I rolled a shoulder. “Maybe I was assuming a bit much by thinking you could get off, too.” I finished dressing, and I didn’t wait for her to let me out. I walked out on my own.