Claimed: The Decadence Club

by Alyssa Clark

  We were left us standing in silence until the doors opened again, I gave the key I had a glance before I directed us down the hall and to the right door. I opened it deftly then waved him in. Mr. Clarke looked confused for a beat before he stepped in, chivalry must have had him confused. If I was worried about chivalry and decorum, I wouldn’t have texted him to meet me here. I doubted there would be any confusion as to what I wanted from him.

  I closed the door and locked it, just to ensure there would be no distractions. He stood just inside, his gaze fixed on the king sized bed that took up the majority of the room. I stepped around him and went to the dresser that held a modest-sized television. It was littered with brochures and a notebook that held all the things the hotel offered. None of it was of interest to me. I merely needed a place to set my purse.

  I dug out the box of condoms and set them on the dresser before I turned back to him and lifted an eyebrow. “Unless you would prefer not to,” I thought it was probably a good idea to give him an out. I had no idea what he was like outside of the few visits he had to my office. I didn’t know if he was married or dating anyone. All I knew was that he wanted me. At this moment, I didn’t care about anything else.

  “This is for sex,” he stated, it didn’t sound like a question. Maybe he just needed clarification.

  Something shifted into place, the sexy Domme that I was moving back where she belongs pushing aside the unsure girl that I had become before. “Mr. Clarke, doing what I do is an interesting job. I get the opportunity to meet different people, but because of laws there are some things that cannot be done as I am getting paid,” I took a step closer to him, and I had his full attention. “It is difficult to do some of the things that I do, not that I am bothered by spanking or beating men. But,” I paused to bite delicately at my lip. I wanted to make it seem like I was searching for words when I really wasn’t, “Because sometimes I enjoy it too much. It seems like everyone else gets off while I’m at work, but me.” I watched his stance shift a little, his eyes dilate. The Domme was so much better equipped to handle getting what I wanted. “The question here is, are you willing to give me what I want?”

  Mr. Clarke took a step closer to me, “As long as we get a few things straight.”

  I didn’t let the sudden insecure feeling that he invoked strangle me. Instead, I raised an eyebrow in challenge. “What would those be, Mr. Clarke?”

  “Matt,” he drew closer. “You’re going to call me Matt. It's a whole lot easier to scream than Mr. Clarke.”

  I didn’t restrain the snort of disbelief, I doubted I would really get anything out of this. This was to get him out of my system at best.

  His eyes narrowed, and it was to the point that there was little distance between us. I was forced to look up at him to see his face, a power move that I was sure he revealed in. “You’re not the boss here,” it came out of him as a growl that I felt. “You don’t get to tell me what to do in here.”

  “That,” I had to swallow because the proximity of him was starting to have its effect on me. “Doesn’t make you the boss,” I had to make a stand, I had to be defiant. I couldn’t be a submissive.

  “We’ll see,” I didn’t get the chance to protest because he caught my mouth in a kiss that made my toes curl. His hand wound itself into my hair and forced me to adjust so that he had better access to my mouth. His tongue swirled around mine like he could wrestle me into submission with a tight hold and a good kiss. I gave him his due, taking just long enough for his taste and scent to drift through me before I fought back.

  I pressed my thigh between his so I could feel the obvious stiffness of his cock against my hip. I rolled gently, not wanting to hurt him but to offer a distracting stimulation. He groaned against my lips before he tugged away from them, “That’s not going to work in your favor.” He started pressing me back, for a moment I thought he was aiming for the bed until I felt the wall against my shoulders.

  His mouth found its way to my jaw, dragging teeth and tongue along the length of it. Nerves reared up in a more pleasant fashion as every little thing seemed to entice a reaction. I hadn’t had this for so long when his teeth skirted over my pulse I couldn’t hold back the moan. I decided then to give in, lean back against the wall and let him think he had won me over.

  He trailed down to follow the cut of my blouse, teasing my cleavage in the same fashion he had my neck. It was enough to instill some impatience in me. I shoved his suit jacket off his shoulders, and he gave in to get his hands free. That seemed to give him the motivation to undress me because he straightened and pulled my blouse over my head without even bothering with the buttons.

  When he saw the bustier I wore it seemed to draw his interest in a way I hadn’t expected. I wore it because it was more comfortable than the corsets I often wore, though it wasn’t necessarily the prettiest piece of lingerie that I owned. But apparently, it didn’t matter to him, “You are gorgeous.”

  I took hold of his tie and tugged him back to me, “You don’t need to flatter me. You’ve already made me break my rules, Mr. Clarke. There’s no need to fish for more.”

  “Matt,” he corrected, pressing fully against me. I could feel his erection against my stomach now and the hardened muscles of his chest. He was either flexing to intimidate me, or he’d been working out. “Say my name,” he commanded.

  There was a temptation to rebel, to not give him what he wanted. But I decided against it. I leaned forward to brush my lips against his and delicately murmured his name. His breath caught, “I hear doing what you're told gets you rewards.”

  “That’s usually how I operate,” I confided. “Are you going to give me a reward?” I tried my best not to mock him, I didn’t know how he’d take it.

  But he surprised me. He shifted down to his knees, hooking his thumbs in my skirt and tugging it down around my ankles. I watched as his hazel eyes darkened at the sight of my panties, Mr. Franklin didn’t appreciate boy shorts even the lacy revealing kind. Matt looked as if he was easier to please. It made me clench my thighs together as the dampness between them started to gather.

  I wanted this more than I should.

  He leaned forward, and I felt the rough brush of his five o’clock shadow against my thigh. His eyes connected with mine as he swiped his tongue along the front of my panties, applying just enough pressure make me want more. “Why tease?” I wiggled out of my panties and give him a view of just where I wanted him. I kept myself trim and neat even if I wasn’t seeing anyone. It was a routine I liked to keep.

  “Do you really have to ask?” he huffed against the exposed skin making me shiver with what was to come. I hoped he knew what he was doing down there. He lapped lightly at my outer lips, teasing me until I rolled my hips forward and spread my legs enough for him to get at all the good bits. He spread me with just his tongue and I could tell with the light lapping that this wasn’t something that he was entirely familiar with. I thought back to that conversation in my office and sighed.

  He was content to lap at the length of my slit until I finally just propped up a leg on his shoulder hoping the change of angle would give him the motivation to try something new. Fortunately, he found my clit easily enough and began to flick it teasingly with his tongue. I released a sigh and rocked my hips as the feeling began to take hold of me. He needed some refinement, direction, and then his skills would be something I would want to keep around. He plunged two fingers into me, and it added to the stimulation.

  I closed my eyes and let him work me until he had my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. He was close to it, brushing against that button inside me that had me whimpering for more.

  “Stop,” I pressed my hand to his forehead and pushed him away. “If you’re going to do that,” I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and tried to direct him to just what he was missing by inches. He looked surprised, but he didn’t jerk away from what I was trying to show him, “Do you feel that?” Instead of getting offended he slowly nodded. “Tap that,” I ins
tructed. “If you are trying to get a woman to cum that is the magic button,” I tried not to sound patronizing. Not a lot of men could find the elusive G-spot or even knew of its existence.

  Educated, he continued as I told him, his dark eyes on me as he worked. I was elated to learn that he was a quick study. In a matter of minutes I was moaning, somewhere along the line he decided to start back up with the oral stimulation. Only this time he closed his lips around my clit and began to suckle in it. I was wrong, I realized that as I had waves of pleasure crashing into me. It was going to prove to be too much for me to handle in combination with his tongue and fingers.

  My hips rocked, and I cut my fingers through his hair, wishing there was enough to pull. Whatever led me to this point was forgotten in favor of how good it felt. I didn’t care about my rules. When the orgasm finally hit, and I cried out at its intensity, I felt a knot inside loosen. The stress melted away until I was a trembling mess against the wall. The only thing that kept me from sliding to the floor was the way he was wedged between my legs. He tugged his fingers from me and reached up to cup one of my covered breasts. His fingers were sopping wet.

  But, damn, did I need that.

  “I will remember to let a man finish his buildup,” I panted. “Instead of getting impatient.”

  Matt seemed all too content to lap at my tender bits. He only pulled away when it became obvious I wasn’t going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Do you always have to be in control over everything?” His tongue started to make a path up my torso.

  “The men before you have proven that without direction they get lost,” there was no shame in admitting that I wasn’t expecting much from him. “Especially considering your reaction when I asked you about it the other day.”

  “I said,” he paused to mouth at one covered nipple. “That I would gladly bury my face between your thighs until you begged me to stop. Should I go back down?” He raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk, and while I wouldn’t object to him eating me out again, I figured it would be much better to have him in me. The ache was getting to be bothersome. It probably had something to do with the way he was teasing through the last scrap of clothing I had.

  “You’ve already made a mess of my shirt,” he groaned though it was obvious that he didn’t seem to care much.

  “Unless you were intending on soiling all of your garments it's probably in your best interest to remove them,” I smiled at him. “It’s not as if I haven’t seen all of you before.”

  His features twitched, and he got to his feet. Regrettably, he tugged his tie off and then his button-down followed. There wasn’t anything sexy about how he undressed, merely like it was a chore he had to suffer through. Since he had busied himself with it, I slid down to my knees and began to help him along with his belt. I had his pants open, and I was beginning to pull them down around his knees when he stopped me.

  “Getting impatient again?”

  “I wanted to return the favor,” I explained as if it should be obvious. I found his erection and gave him a few strokes through his slacks to prove my point. “There is generally an etiquette to oral sex, if you want it to occur again you return the favor,” honestly I thought it was something that should have been obvious.

  “While I did enjoy the sight of my dick in your mouth,” he pulled me to my feet. “The last time you had fingers where they didn’t belong. I have half a mind to return that favor.”

  “Are you complaining?” I wanted nothing more than to move this forward. I was looking forward to being filled. One orgasm wouldn’t be enough. If I were to walk away from this now, it would only leave me wanting him more.

  “Nope,” he caught my lips in a hungry kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, it wasn’t off-putting like you would assume. There was a tangy sweetness to it, I wasn’t going to pull away in favor for just what his kiss was doing to me. It brought up the build-up once again, it was slow but burned just as good as when he was between my legs.

  As nice as kissing him was, his eagerness and tongue usage was impressive, I wanted more. To make it clear to him, I put my foot on the bundle of cloth that got bunched up around his knees and forced it down the rest of the way. My hands went to his boxers, and I started to stroke him again, I wouldn’t push for what I wanted, but I wasn’t above teasing him until he gave it to me.

  A groan vibrated through me, and he pulled away again. He kicked off his shoes and slacks, standing now in just his boxers. I didn’t hesitate to enjoy the view he provided me, I wanted to touch him, but I refrained. I didn’t want to derail him now. I watched as he walked to where I had left the box of condoms, pulling one out. His boxers followed, and with a deft amount of footwork, he was stripped of his socks.

  It was impressive, instead of finding the humor in it I waited for him to come back to me. He didn’t want me to be the boss. That left me directionless as he seethed his cock in a condom. What did I do from here? Wait for him? That wasn’t me in the least. Irritated, I traded the wall for the bed, sitting down on the corner. I tried to maintain the sex appeal that I came in here with.

  Matt looked back to me, hunger evident in more than just his eyes. When he started to prowl towards me, I knew that whatever idea that I had about being in control was a lie. He put a hand between my breasts for a beat and shoved me back against the bed. All of this was out of my hands, I watched as he picked up my hips and rubbed the head of his cock against my opening. My breath caught, and I clenched the comforter under me into my fists, second thoughts began to assault me as he found my entrance.

  This was a horrible idea. What would happen after this?

  He started to press into me, and I couldn’t help the moan at the feeling of being stretched. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to the invasion. The consideration was something I could appreciate, I wrapped my legs around his hips and rolled forward to encourage him. I didn’t need the gentle lovemaking. I didn’t want him to be slow and considerate.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded, though it came out more like a plea.

  My tone must have spoken something to him because he slammed in the rest of the way, it rocked me further up the bed. There was no more being considerate, he stayed at the edge of the bed and held onto my hips as he began to pound into me. I had to let go of him and just cling to what I could hold onto. His pace was hard and fierce just like I needed it to be. A hand came up and tugged down the cups of my bustier. Now that my breasts were free they bounced with the force he moved, it seemed to harken to the fact that I was steadily losing control of everything. I folded my arms over them so the bounce wouldn’t be so much.

  “No you don’t,” he barked out. He reached forward and grabbed hold of my arms, he forced them over my head. It changed the angle and made him change his pace. “I have been waiting to see these tits,” he growled at me. “I’m gonna enjoy the view.”

  It was like we had had many interactions when in reality it had only been a few, like he knew me. I didn’t realize his want was that much. Was there ever a chance I had against this man?

  I rocked my hips upward and worked to change the angle so that he was rocking into me deeper. When he didn’t object I suspected he enjoyed it, too. The angle had him brushing against all the right things, and I didn’t bother to restrain voicing my appreciation of it. It was to the point that I didn’t even care that he was holding me down.

  I didn’t object until he pulled out then picked me up only to toss me onto my stomach. My hair went everywhere, and I threw a snarl over my shoulder, “What the fuck?” I had been close. I felt it building up in my lower gut, and he picked the wrong time to pull out.

  He knotted his hand in my hair and shoved me back against the bed, “You’re not the boss.” It was a reminder I didn’t need. I tried to push back, but he distracted me by thrusting right back into me. He was still standing at the end of the bed, so he had managed my ass up high enough for him to slide in.

  Any further protest I had was interrupted by the moa
n that drew out of me. He was back to that hard pace that felt like all I could do was hold on and take it. But it was what I needed, even with him forcing my head down against the bed. He was rocking against me to the point I was crying out each time he hit home.

  When the orgasm came it wasn’t out of nowhere, but it still managed to blind me. It shattered me, even while he kept moving. His angle changed and I felt his chest against my back. A hand brushed the hair from my face, and I didn’t care. I still trembled with each little aftershock that occurred when he connected.

  “Gorgeous,” was groaned in my ear. “And you weren’t gonna let me have this,” he slowed down his thrusts so that the pant he had taken up wasn’t obscuring what he was saying. “You were just gonna walk away,” his hand slapped my hip hard, the sharp pain drawing me out of the bliss that I had been drowning in.