Claimed: The Decadence Club

by Alyssa Clark

She went back to work on my pants with no sense of urgency when she touched my cock she wasn’t striving to get me off. It felt like she was testing what would pull noises from me. It didn’t take much stroking before I was groaning against her mouth. It was enough to make me want to return the favor.

  I slid my hands into the back of her leggings, cupping the curve of her ass. I reached until I could feel her wetness. She was soaked and it thrilled me. I played with her as far as I could reach from behind. I could only get the first few digits into her, and there was no way of reaching her clit. But she moved against my hand encouragingly, so I figured I was at least entertaining her. I kept at it until she made a mewl against my lips and pulled away.

  She wasn’t making any attempt stop me, but she shifted away enough so she could pull her shirt off. I unapologetically became distracted with her bare breasts. They were two things I wasn’t going to be able to ignore now that I could see them as I touched them. I cupped one with my free hand, palming up the nipple until I felt it tighten. I wanted more, this petting wasn’t enough.

  So I went south, I kissed my way down from her mouth. It took some shifting, but I managed to maneuver my way down far enough to where I could drag my tongue and teeth against her skin until I found her other nipple. I tugged it into my mouth, and I felt her shudder, while at the hotel and her office she made noise without restraint. Now it seemed like all I was getting was sighs and soft noises. Her fingers cut through my hair, and there was a slight amount of pressure that prompted me to her other breasts. I went where she directed without protest, licking a path along the way.

  I had to adjust my hands, taking liberties by tugging her pants down just far enough so I could have better access to her. That done I was able to find and toy with her clit, wanting to draw more noise from her. Her back arched and she parted her thighs, breathing out a noise that made me all the more hungry for her. Even with the clothing we’d both taken off it seemed like there was still too much clothing in the way.

  I tugged her pants the rest of the way down and out of the way, she didn’t protest if anything she felt just as eager as I was. My slacks were shoved down, and we pressed together, our mouths connecting once again. I managed all of this while we were still on our sides, it seemed like it would keep us on an even playing field and there’d be no struggles.

  I pulled her leg over my hip, and I was close to right where I wanted to be. Until she spoke up, “Condom!” It came out as a gasp that brought me to a screeching halt. I felt the damp heat of her cunt against my cock, and I was about to thrust into her blindly without thinking. “Please God,” she hadn’t pulled away. “Tell me you have one.”

  She sounded just as desperate as I felt. I fought hard to think. I didn’t have any in my wallet, I hadn’t been seeing anyone before her and I hadn’t thought to go that far ahead now. I fell backward with a groan, “No.”

  “Fuck,” she growled as she kicked her pants the rest of the way off. I watched as she irritatedly crawled off the bed and began to search her bedroom. “I don’t bring men home,” she explained as she went into a closed door that proved to be a bathroom. “So I don’t readily keep them around.” My gut twisted, I could see where this was going. I sat up so I could get dressed, there didn’t seem to be a reason to tempt fate.

  “It’s okay,” I had my boxers up and I was working on getting my pants up the rest of the way. “Another time, maybe?” Maybe an actual date could be involved, I could get a better handle on her personality and see just how we could fit together.

  I glanced up at her to see indecision on her face, I paused in getting dressed and waited as she glared at me. “Your pull out game,” she said in the tone of voice she used during our previous moments. “Better be good.”

  “What?”

  “Take your pants off,” she said in a firm voice.

  “You like to tempt fate?” I didn’t bother to do as she demanded, “I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to pull out. In the heat of the moment, I’ll be caught up in you.”

  Her features softened, and she seemed to reconsider. She stepped to me slowly so I had an eye full of her fine curves. My mouth went dry, and I knew for a fact that if I got to slide into her there would be no pulling me from between those thighs. “I tempt fate every time I’m with you,” her voice was a low purr that just made things worse. “I’m tired of tempting fate, it's time to steer it and take what I want,” her words made my heart race, and I didn’t do anything to stop her as she climbed onto my lap and caught my lips in a hungry kiss.

  There were no thoughts of consequences. No further question of being careful. I felt her find my fly and shoved my slacks and boxers down far enough for her to get a handle on my cock. She got a pump in before I groaned, we had played a little too much, and it was another telling factor that I wouldn’t have the wherewithal to pull out. I stayed still as I felt the damp heat around the head of my cock, I should talk her out of this. There was too much that could go wrong, but arguments died when she started to lower herself down onto me.

  Going in raw wasn’t something I had tested often, the consequences were too much to toy with, and I had too much at stake that I wasn’t willing to allow that kind of mistake to happen. But here I was, willingly giving into her impatience and groaning as she sank down onto me. I couldn’t keep from wrapping my arms around her, there was nothing holding me back. I could touch her and hold onto her, that was something I wanted more than anything.

  It became apparent the need was mutual when she was fully seated on me. Her hands went into my hair, and she moved slowly like she was savoring the feel of me just as much as I was. There didn’t appear to be any rush like the connection was just as important as the happy ending. It was a slow shift and curl of hips that I added to while I enjoyed the taste of her mouth.

  It couldn’t stay that way, the need was bound to get too much. The rocking increased as did the noise she made. Breath mingled and hitched, but there was no need to change position. There was no need to fight for who would be on top. I’d never had this with another woman, this feeling and I wasn’t about to ruin it. It was a give and take I could handle until it became not enough. The friction felt good, but I needed more.

  My hips picked up, and I held onto her tighter, I didn’t want to adjust our positioning. It felt too good to have her wrapped around me like this. She tilted back, just a little, so the angle didn’t change much. She gasped out rocking down onto me harder, it wasn’t enough.

  I fell back on the bed, and my hands fell to her hips, it went effortlessly. She adapted, and the pleasure just increased tenfold. Angela huddled down close to me, not riding me like she did the last time we were together. That connection I felt to her was still so strong that I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my arms around her again.

  I had to grit my teeth when the pounding in my cock became too much to bear. I couldn’t go exploding before her. I managed to worm a hand between us, finding her clit so I could pinch it and push her over the edge. Her breath hitched, and her face crumbled, a cry rocked through us and I felt that strangling hold choke me.

  I couldn’t ride this out, there was no stopping. Like I knew before, I couldn’t pull out when this felt too good. I erupted in her with a groan that sounded pained even to me.

  When I come back to myself, I realize I’m still in her. “Fuck,” I grit out. “I tried to warn you.”

  “I’ll handle it in the morning,” she assured me, she didn’t make any attempt to move. “Right now, I think I’ll just take advantage of you like this.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and adjusted the both of us easily until I was resting on her pillows. A little more maneuvering and I had her quilt wrapped around the both of us. “You don’t get to leave in the morning,” I warned her.

  “This is my apartment,” she sounded comfortable. “I’m not going anywhere. So, if anyone shouldn’t be leaving here in the morning it’s you.”

  “If you’re giving me the opportunity to stay
here and see how things ride out then you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me,” I kissed her lightly, feeling exhaustion start to tug at me.

  “This,” she spoke between kisses. “Is about trust. You need to consider how much of a leap you’re making me take by trusting you.”

  That made something in my chest tighten, and I held onto her tighter, “I’ll make sure I don’t do anything stupid with that.”

  “Good, be sure that it stays that way, and I’ll make sure to save the best rewards for you,” she murmured. Her fingers danced against the lines of my throat and I tilted my head back to give her access to it. It felt good. “If only you were more submissive. A collar would look so pretty on you,” she sounded remiss, but not at all disappointed by it.

  “If I were it wouldn’t be as fun,” I hummed. “What fun is there without a challenge?”

  “I guess we’ll see what kind of fun we can have together,” it was a response I couldn’t argue with. All I could do was look forward to it.

  Epilogue

  Angela

  Focusing on other people had put me at a disadvantage that I didn’t think about until now. I didn’t realize just how much I was robbing myself by not having someone to confide in. I didn’t immediately open up to him, but as the months went by and we got to know one another I found myself getting comfortable with him.

  Matt didn’t ask for much. Just time. He didn’t ask questions about what I did in the office, he learned enough on his visits. Or so he said.

  Sex wasn’t something that was on demand. I would catch him giving me an appreciative look, something that made me feel sexy and wanted. I couldn’t resist pulling him into the bedroom to amuse myself with him. He didn’t have any qualms about experimenting, and while he didn’t enjoy being tied up, but there were some nights that he wouldn’t object. As long as I wasn’t violent and I left him in a blind, panting mess.

  I enjoyed doing that. There was a certain feeling of power that came from bringing someone to their peak then beyond it. He might not see it as that, as he was still adamant about me keeping even my fingers from between his cheeks.

  I was finding myself grateful for him.

  “Hey,” I was standing in the doorway of the bedroom in his apartment. It was far larger than mine, he had better priorities than I. The likelihood of him appreciating the new sapphire blue Mischka's was slim. He’d probably wouldn’t see them.

  He looked up at me and gave me a smile that made my stomach do a flip. Since Linda had taken up the reigns of being Allen’s Domme she had him spending less time at work and more time with her. It was evident with the workload that Matt had now, and the less time they spent in my office. Like now, with how he sat on his bed surrounded by file folders and documents that I only glanced at fleetingly. I assumed everything was going well for them. I hoped it was.

  “Hey,” he answered my greeting, his eyes sliding over my form. I could feel them as if he had actively touched me. It made me shiver and I walked closer to him with a purpose. “Nice shoes,” his lips twisted up into a smirk. “You were complaining the other day about Franklin cutting back affecting your shopping habits, do these mean that you have gotten the new client you were considering?”

  “The guy with the trampling fetish?” I asked to verify.

  He grimaced and gave me a look that said he didn’t really understand what I said. “Where the fuck?” He waved a hand then shook his head as he tried to banish the question of it. “Nevermind, I don’t know that I want to know the why someone would want that. Why did you agree to do it?”

  “It’s a once a month thing for only an hour,” I shrugged. “He asked that I wear pretty shoes so who am I to complain? It's nice to have an excuse to wear them. Besides, it’s what I do,” I sat on the edge of his bed as I considered my next question while I played at admiring the way the embezzlements caught the light of his lamp. It was something that Linda had brought up after her last visit to my office, and it had been something I had been considering since.

  If I was in a relationship with him now, I should be able to trust his opinion. Right?

  I turned to look at him, “Can I talk to you seriously about something?”

  He set aside the disposition he had been reading and gave me his full, undivided attention. There was a little bit of curiosity on his face, and a little dread. My choice of words were off but it was too late to change them now. “What is it?” There wasn’t fear in his voice, but I could see the preparation for the worse.

  I smiled at him, hoping to ease his nerves. “Linda suggested that I expand my business. She thinks I should create a club that caters to people that enjoy the not so ordinary. I wanted to know what you think, given that you are of the land of everything Vanilla I wanted to know if you could see the advantages to it.”

  “A sexual fetish club?” His brows drew together, “That’s what you want to expand to?”

  I was delighted by the fact that he understood, “It’s an idea.”

  “A sex club,” he nodded and grimaced. “I don’t have anything against the idea, just the idea of you having sex with other people.”

  I turned to crawl up onto his bed, I prowled up towards him being mindful of his work. “Don’t assume,” I kept my voice low. “That I want anyone else. I’m here with you. I want you even when you’re not tied to the bed.” I could see the discomfort melt from the set of his shoulders, “I imagine you would understand if we weren’t two like-minded individuals. Imagine if I were kneeling at your feet ready to give into your every pleasure,” I could see the steady dilation of his eyes as he listened to every word. “Wouldn’t you want to take advantage of it?”

  “If I didn’t have this case spread out on the bed I would be throwing you down on it to do that, now,” he said with a surety like he thought I would cave into his whim.

  “I want to give you what you want,” I purred as I skated a hand over his thigh. “Just like I want to make a place for others to find what they want. If I could manage it, I’m sure with the right help I could make it very successful.”

  “Where does that leave us?”

  I thought he was on the same page or, maybe, it was me that was confused. “I want you,” I said again. “And no one else in what we’re doing here. My rules for my office would still apply if I were to create this club. I wouldn’t be with anyone else.” I leaned close so I could press a light kiss against his lips, “This, I still want this as long as you do.”

  He nodded, and I hoped he understood, I didn’t want to endanger this while it was still so new. “Figure out the details of what you want out of this club. I’ll do what I can… as a Vanilla,” he gave my lips a light nip. “Maybe we can find something we both like out of this together.”

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  The Decadence Club – Book 3

  I stayed at the bar, watching as Liz drifted down the darkened hallway with a confidence that I knew I would never be able to muster, even when I was dressed in what she called my club best. Even with my hair and makeup on point.

  I just didn’t feel it.

  “Pretty lady.” The bartender came to stand in front of me, giving me a friendly smile. “Why are you over here all by your lonesome?” He hummed as he made a point to wipe down the bar, giving the illusion that he was working. He was slender, in the same fashion that Liz was, and he had a little bit of eyeliner on that only seemed to bring emphasis to his big brown eyes. It was enough to catch my attention and make me instantly jealous.

  There are men that are more apt at makeup and looking feminine than me. How the hell is that possible?

  I couldn’t help but whimper as I caved under the pressure of the knowledge that I was a complete and utter failure to my gender.

  “Oh, baby!” He r
eached across the bar and put his hands on mine. “Don’t you look like that! This isn’t the place for that. If you’re lonely, we can find you a friend!”

  I hiccupped a little as I went on my downward spiral. “You’re prettier than me!”

  “Oh!” He looked surprised for a beat. “Honey, if I didn’t have to watch the bar I’d have you calling me daddy right now!” He hit the bar top with a hand. “Kenny, baby!” He waved to a man that was at the doorway just to the right of the hallway. “My sweet friend has a case of the butterflies, take her to a room for me please!”

  The man blinked then came to the bar to stand beside me, his almond shaped eyes traveled up and down me critically and I stiffened. “You’re scared?”

  “I’m just here waiting for my friend,” I tried to explain, I didn’t want them to get me confused with someone that would willingly come here. I wasn’t going to be like some of the women that were kneeling at the feet of men that chatted by the bar.