Claimed: The Decadence Club

by Alyssa Clark

  She gave me a glare, looking as if she were going to resist me further. “Say please,” she hissed.

  I didn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes. But when she didn’t make any effort to do as I wanted, she threw her head backward and seemed to drive herself down harder on me. The pace picked up, and the force was rocking me in a way that I wasn’t prepared for. I couldn’t help it when I finally caved, “Please.”

  She didn’t disappoint, one hand reached up to tug down the cups that restrained her breasts. They bounced as she went back to drawing pleasure from me. At least I did have some consolation from it. She stilled for a beat, from the way her pussy strangled me I got the feeling that she was all too close to completion. I took hold of the bed frame in an attempt to find some leverage. It was just enough so that I could manage to thrust into her harder and in quick succession.

  It was rough considering I wasn’t able to hold onto her hips to keep her where I needed her to be. Her thighs tightened, and she curled forward, holding onto my waist as if it would help compensate. From the noise she made I assumed that I was hitting something at this angle. She didn’t make any attempt to take the rhythm back from me, she crumpled forward against my chest.

  I wasn’t done by any means, I was throbbing on the cusp of it. But with the way she melted around me I stilled. “Untie me,” I pleaded with her nosing into her curls. “I’ll give you another one just as good. Just let me go, baby. We’re not done, yet,” I couldn’t even fathom her denying me this.

  She hummed and flexed around me, curling up to look at me. Her eyelids were heavy, and she looked as if she might be drunk, “No.” I got a broad, sexy smile for my trouble. “We’re not done,” she tapped my lips with a finger. “When we’re done I’ll untie you. But not before.”

  I clenched my hands into fists, I didn’t expect her to tell me no. I jerked hard, feeling a give in the fabric that held my wrists to the bed. I didn’t give a damn if I ruined my tie. I wanted to be free now. I wanted to roll us over and continue to fuck her until neither of us could move.

  I wasn’t getting my way.

  She made no move to continue, instead seemed all too happy to stretch out across my chest and pet me as she recovered from her orgasm. She entertained herself by kissing and nipping a nonsensical pattern, she was trying to draw me away from my anger. She must have felt it with the way I clenched and flexed against my bindings because she sat up and started moving again, going slower as she began to do another build up.

  I didn’t let this distract me from what I wanted. I did my best to play double time by making the ride she was giving me as rough as I could. It looked, from the way her eyes clenched closed, that she wasn’t focused on what I was doing. Her hands seemed to be occupied with holding her level as she bounced on me.

  This was good because I could feel the fabric starting to give. I doubt I would have lasted this long if it weren’t for my drive to get my hands free. It was a feat that I was about to get rewarded on. I gave my hands a hard tug down, and the rip of fabric found a way to be louder than her.

  Her eyes flew open and connected with mine, I was caught. My wrists were still tied together, but I wasn’t tied to the bed frame anymore. I sat up and decided I’d just deal with my wrists the way they were. I had my arms around her before she could think to pull away. “Gonna need something better to keep me tied up,” I growled at her before I caught her mouth with mine.

  She didn’t fight me. If anything, she kept up the rhythm she had been leading since she started moving on me. Her arms went around my shoulders, and she quickly went to dominate with her lips and tongue. It was a battle I let her win as I lost myself in just the connection between us.

  It was like being on fire. Not with just the way my cock throbbed with how my stomach clenched and my heart twisted up in my chest. I didn’t worry about getting my wrists separated, I just held onto her tightly as I rocked up into her.

  Angela was close to coming again, she lost focus on our kisses and seemed to be content to just moan against my lips. It was probably the only win I’d ever get back here. Or I thought so until she jerked back, “Not enough.” It was incoherent, but I didn’t let the confusion stop me. “Hands!” She demanded as she tried to push back on my arms.

  “What?”

  “Give me your hands,” she barked like a drill sergeant.

  It threw me off, and I jerked my arms up over her head. It caused her hair to fall into her face and I couldn’t help the snort of laughter that tore through me. She slapped me hard, still in control of the situation. “We’re not done,” she worked the knot free and quickly unwound my ruined tie from around my wrists. I went to get a handful as soon as she freed me, cupping a breast and reaching around to fill up that ass. I was ready really lose myself in her until she pulled away.

  I started to protest, “You said we weren’t done.” I had just gotten to touch her.

  She was up and off my lap, I immediately felt the loss of the hot hold she had on me. But she turned around and bent down over the end of the bed. I was treated to a view of her that I couldn’t say no to. She was using the footboard of the bed hold herself up, and she had her back arched just enough for me to see how much she had been enjoying herself.

  I didn’t wait for instructions. I leaned forward to indulge in what she had to offer. I swept the flat of my tongue along the length of her opening, she was so wet that all I was doing was garnering a taste. But that wasn’t enough. I wrapped an arm around her hips and spread her just so I could feast. I went from lapping at the sweet dampness of her cunt to swirling my tongue around that little button at the top it. I started to thrust my fingers into her, but she started to fight the hold I had on her. “Fuck me, Matt,” she demanded. “Fucking your hand isn’t going to be enough.”

  I couldn’t help but glare at her, even after being untied I wasn’t getting my way. I shifted onto my knees, and without anymore teasing I took my cock in hand so that I could aim properly. I thrust into her hard, making no move to allow for adjustment. I started with a hard pace, pounding into her. I made an effort for it to be punishing, revenge for the way she tied me to the bed. For denying me what I want. For making this a parting gift.

  I took hold of her shoulder and she arched back against me. Despite my efforts it was clear she was still enjoying herself; her head fell back, and she groaned aloud without any concern about the volume. Irritated, I used my free hand to slap her ass soundly. She jerked and shot a glare at me, but there was no other response. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to get her back for everything she had done to me.

  I held onto one hip to keep the rhythm steady, and I used my other hand to slap her ass until she shone a bright red. I didn’t hear any complaints; if anything she made more noise. I could see why she was into this, the rush was heady and I was that close to busting it. There was just one more thing to do.

  She didn’t go into me dry, so I’d give her that respect. I sucked my thumb into my mouth, trying to get as much saliva on it as I could. Satisfied that I was at least being thoughtful, I pressed my thumb against the puckered rosebud between her cheeks. I got a look, surprise maybe, but she didn’t say a word.

  I teased that tight entrance like I might toy with her clit before I pressed my thumb into her. I heard her breath hitch, but I was too intent on watching my thumb disappear into her ass. She whined, and I started to mimic the pace of my hips with my thumb.

  It was tight, the ring of her anus squeezed my thumb as her pussy flexed and hugged my cock. I suddenly wanted to see how it felt to thrust into that ass. She only used her fingers on me, I didn’t like the idea of her putting more into me. I wasn't going to give her a reason to try to.

  Not that there’d be another opportunity for this.

  I swallowed my wants and decided the longer I entertained this, the worse off I would be when it was done. Already I could feel the spasms of her orgasm starting, I wouldn’t be able to ride it out. Her cunt strangled me until I erupted. It b
linded me for a split second, all the thoughts I had were blown out in favor of focusing on the explosion of each nerve ending.

  I thought the last time I was with her was the best I had ever had. This time just topped it.

  I pulled out, gave her ass one last slap before I sat back on the bed. I needed to get dressed and get out, but there was no chance of me standing up without losing my footing. She seemed to be in the same position because she hadn’t moved much. She melted down so the view wasn’t as good, but she was leaning against the wrought iron footboard.

  “That was good.” It sounded dreamy. A compliment I’d carry with me.

  “Thanks,” I turned so I could sit on the edge of the bed. I looked at the pile of clothing that was my suit, it was getting wrinkled and would need to be pressed. I decided I wouldn’t bother going back to the office. I shucked the condom and without a better place to put it dropped it on the floor by the bed. I found my pants and fished my boxers out of them.

  There wasn’t anything sexy about getting dressed. There was no good feeling from getting up right after an orgasm to get ready to leave, my heart was sinking down into my stomach, and I focused all my attention on the act. I couldn’t look at her again. I had my undershirt on before I noticed her get up.

  She had plucked up the soiled condom and went into the bathroom. When I heard water cut on I went back to getting dressed. I didn’t bother to tuck in my shirt, and I put my jacket over my shoulder before I got ready to walk out. That’s when it occurred to me, I hadn’t paid for this. I had asked for the meeting, I was supposed to pay for encounters with her. Did that include sex?

  I didn’t know how to feel about that.

  I went to the bathroom and I saw her there standing under the spray. There was no curtain. No tub. It was similar to a gym room shower. It gave me a perfect view of her nude form and damn near gave me a second wind. Water cascaded down her body and all I could think about was joining her. That’s probably why she noticed me. She turned to give me a view of her wet tits, and I couldn’t help but groan.

  “Join me?” It was an offer that was hard to resist, but somehow I managed.

  I gave a slight shake of my head, and I saw disappointment shine back at me. I had to calm my heart, “What do I owe you?”

  Her brows went together and she actually looked confused, “Owe me?”

  “For that?” I gestured back towards the back room.

  She looked angry then, I had a feeling that if I had decided to make another appointment with her that this would warrant a punishment. “Mr. Clarke,” Her voice was hard and commanding, it wasn’t at all derailed by the fact that she was nude and wet. “I said that was a parting gift,” it came out as a growl. “It was never my intention to charge you.”

  “Thanks,” I sniffed and got one last look at her. Damn, I was gonna wish I hadn’t later. I turned then and walked out.

  I’d made it to the door that led into the lobby before her voice stopped me. “So, that’s it. You get what you wanted and walk out?”

  “If I can’t get what I want then I might as well,” I shrugged, I couldn’t look back at her. I wouldn’t leave if I did. Willpower wasn’t something I ever found myself lacking before, but I had to summon every bit of it to make myself walk out the door. I forgot about the lock on the front door until I got to it. With a growl, I unlocked it and found my way to my car.

  Leaving this alone would be harder than any punishment she gave me.

  11

  Angela

  I didn’t think I would be bothered by it. It wasn’t the first time someone had wanted more. Mr. Franklin was an example of that. He had made multiple attempts to romance me in the first few months that we had begun this arrangement and I didn’t have a single issue rebuffing his pursuit. That wasn’t what any of this was about. It was rougher on him than it was on me to keep the relationship we had as business.

  That’s what this was. This was business. There wasn’t supposed to be any feelings or attachments here. It was supposed to be an exchange. I only offered an out for dark desires, I didn’t actively stimulate or arouse my clients.

  Mr. Clarke, Matt, was the only exception to that. It had been a week since we last had sex.

  In that week I had seen Mr. Franklin twice and Mr. Middleton once. I avoided taking either man to the bed. I don’t know if it was a conscious decision. But it seemed as if I was avoiding it, finding other places to put them. I didn’t bother to analyze it until I found myself sitting on that bed.

  I remembered the feel of him in me, the shot of excitement when he suddenly sat up and surrounded me with his arms. I inhaled sharply, searching for the smell of sex that had hung out back here for so long only to come up disappointed. It smelled like disinfectant and sweat.

  I don’t really know why I was disappointed or what was bothering me for that matter. I had gone without sex for a good while. Damn near a year. Why was this one man getting to me? What was the difference between him and Mr. Franklin that left my mind wandering back to him at every opportunity?

  Franklin wasn’t the challenge that Matt was. Franklin wanted rewards, so he was pliant and ready to do anything to please me. He has been that way since the beginning. While I got some enjoyment from it, it wasn’t enough for me to want to fuck him. I never had the inclination to, there was no attraction there.

  Was that it was? Attraction? That was why I was sitting here stuck on the man?

  I didn’t know what to do about it. It was beyond clear that this wasn’t a lifestyle that he would enjoy. This was what I did to make a living, I highly doubt that he would want any sort of relationship with me while I continued to do this.

  I’ve never questioned myself so much in my life.

  It was another two days before I decided to do something out of my norm. It was a dangerous thing, something that was going to put my income into question. But with the retrospection I had been on, I decided to do a thorough check on one of my clients.

  I knew both of my regular clients’ situations. I was intimate with Mr. Middleton’s because he did check up with his doctor for me. He kept me in a loop of what his doctor was against in this sort of experimentation. His wife wasn’t completely aware of what he was doing, she thought I was a massage therapist. She and I spoke once, she never assumed there was something more perverse that I did with her husband, but she was grateful for what it did with their personal life.

  Mr. Franklin wasn’t as open as Mr. Middleton. When it came to his life outside of what we did together in my office, or a hotel room he paid for, he didn’t share details. I knew he was married, it was one of the reasons when he made his initial advances on me I had been appalled. It was also the reason why I tried to get him to pursue more adventurous tactics in the bedroom with his wife. I had never spoken to her. I was going to change that now.

  Linda Franklin wasn’t a hard person to track down. While they weren’t people that appeared in the papers, she was someone that took her husband’s wealth and made a grand attempt to give back to the community. There was a small article pointing out where she had done charity work with a struggling art center.

  It was something I could appreciate.

  When it came to calling her, I had to swallow my doubts. I knew what the outcome might be, I was well aware that I was the ‘other’ woman even if I’ve never had sex with her husband. But, this was I initiative I needed to take.

  “Hello,” Her voice was light and gentle, I could tell with the way she spoke that she came from a high-class education.

  “Mrs. Linda Franklin?” I asked to verify, I didn’t want to forge through an awkward conversation with the wrong person.

  There was a noise, and I knew I had her full attention then, “This is she. How may I help you?”

  I took a deep breath and decided to just rip it off like it was a band-aid, “I’m Angela Winters.” I waited for a beat, not sure if she would be familiar with my name. Depending on how close an eye she kept on her husband’s bank account
s she would. “I have been working with your husband for the last year,” I clarified without being specific.

  “You are the Angela Winters he’s been spending quite a bit of money on,” there was a hint of anger in her tone. “Ten thousand or more a month. Please tell me what I can do for you?”

  Was it really that much? I couldn’t think of how often I saw him in a month, I didn’t have my planner with me to look at my schedule. Nor could I look at all the extra appointments he had made. So I had no real way of knowing how much I had made in a month off of him. “I was hoping that you would allow me to treat you to lunch so that we could talk about your husband.”

  “You want to talk about my husband with me,” she chuckled, and I knew then that she assumed the worse. If only she knew.

  “I can only imagine what your thoughts are,” I started struggling with how I could convince her to meet me. “But allow me this, and I will do what I can to clear any kind of misconceptions you might have.”