Claimed: The Decadence Club

by Alyssa Clark

  “She needs a good time,” the bartender spoke over me and even went as far to put a hand on my shoulder as he spoke. “She just looks a little scared. You know which room she’d be good in, right?”

  “Yeah,” Kenny said and gently took my arm. “C’mon. I think I can figure out which room would be good for a first-timer.”

  “I-it’s not necessary,” I tried to speak up, but it was like he didn’t hear me. He towered over me, not a hard feat, but still, and managed to direct me to the all imposing hallway. I choked on my voice and I stumbled over my flats because if there wasn’t anything for me to trip on I was going to trip over my own two feet.

  “This one,” he stopped us at the second door to the left, before an ominous bend in the hallway, “is pretty tame. It's good for a first-timer. Remember Red.” he opened the door for me. “Have a good time!”

  I was all but shoved into the room and the door was closed. Red? What did that mean?

  I was alone in a bare room, save for a metal bed and the giant mirror that took up one wall. I could see the fear on my face, it had my face a hot shade of pink and looked as if it might make it so my freckles were connected in one big blob.

  What did I let Liz get me into?

  I was alone, so there was something to calm my nerves. I ventured further into the room, maybe I could get an actual article out of this after all. I didn’t know what exactly went on in these rooms, but it wasn’t hard to guess. There were cuffs; metal and leather, on the wall like they were some sort of freaky display in a messed up museum. There was a length of rope by the cuffs and I couldn’t help but wonder ... why? How many types of restraints did you really need?

  The door opened behind me and another man stepped in, it wasn’t Kenny or the bartender but I still felt like I was too big for him. He wasn’t skinny but there was no way the mechanics would work out here. I probably weighed more than him.

  I must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights because he laughed. “Don’t worry,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m just a prepper, c'mon let's get you undressed and ready. I think Mike called dibs on this room.”

  “What?” Its like I was in slow motion while everything else went in double time.

  The ‘prepper’ guy came to me and had me out of my dress before I could utter even a protest. “I’m not, I’m not—“ it was an embarrassing string of a sentence that didn’t really amount to anything intelligible. So, it seemed like he just decided to ignore me.

  He had me down to my panties and my unflattering bra before he directed me to the bed. That’s when I noticed the rope in his hands. “Wait!” I jerked away from him. “I am not into that.”

  “Don’t worry,” he looked like he was trying to soothe me. “I’ll keep it simple, nothing too elaborate. Scouts honor.” He grinned at me.

  From there he had my arms behind my back and my bra off. The rope went around my wrists and my torso, securing my arms around my middle. He even went as far as to have the rope encircling my breasts.

  Oh dear God. The rope wasn’t too tight, but there was no way I was going to wiggle out of it. The knots were too good. That’s why he had scout’s honor, he had been a scout. There was no way I was going to get out of this!

  He had me on the bed, and he seemed to sense my distress because he started to rub my shoulder. “Breath, girl, breath.” He had me positioned face down, and he tilted my face away from the threadbare mattress. “Mike is good at what he does, don’t worry. He’ll make it worth it,” he said in a low tone that I was sure would’ve worked for anyone else with cold feet.

  “Almost done,” he assured me before he wound the rope around my thighs. Before I knew it, he had me in a hogtie with my knees spread. My panties were off, and I could feel the cool air on my privates.

  This was going to happen.

  “Don’t forget,” he gave my bare butt and affectionate pat, “red is the magic word—oh wait!” The grin he gave me now put me further on edge. “I almost I forgot!” He stepped out of my line of sight for a beat then all I saw after that was the cloth coming before my vision was blacked out.

  I heard the prepper walk out and the door close, that’s when I started to freak out hardcore. I didn’t want this, I didn’t know how to get out of this. How could I let Liz do this to me? Why would I let her do this to me? What could I do to get out of it?

  I was starting to hyperventilate. I was going to have a panic attack. I could hear it coming with the rush of blood in my ears.

  Then the door opened, and everything went quiet. Like anticipation suddenly decided to wrestle the grip anxiety had on me away, it wanted me to see what was going to happen next. I heard bare feet on the cement floor followed by a low whistle. “Look at what I have here,” a deep voice seemed to echo through the room. “That has got to be the nicest ass I’ve seen all day.” There was a gravel to it. Was he purposely lowering his voice to get to me? I wanted to think that.

  “T-this is a mistake,” my voice cracked a little. “Please untie me.”

  “What’s the magic word?” I heard him approach and I felt a hot hand cup one cheek. “Say the magic word, and I’ll untie you. I’ll be upset but there’s not much I can do once that word is said.”

  I didn’t know what he was talking about, I didn’t know if he was mocking me or if he was serious. “Please stop?”

  “Oh no,” he sounded genuinely remiss. “I’m so sorry, Sweetcheeks. You got two things going against you right here,” he had both of his hands on my ass cheeks, and it felt like he was spreading them apart. “I like redheads…” I felt his breath against my lower lips, and I couldn’t help but clench up. Wh-what was he going to do? “And from what I can see of this pretty pink pussy,” he let go of one cheek to run his fingers over the trimmed little patch of hair above my sex, “you’re natural. Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I like that.”

  My breath caught, and with him touching me so intimately I wasn’t sure I could speak up anymore. The ‘waiting to see what would happen’ deal was choking me. But I had to know what else was I had going against me?

  “And look at this pussy,” he growled and without giving me much warning he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against me. His lips brushed against the line of my slit, and his tongue swiped upward like he was garnering a taste of me. Then he groaned, and it vibrated through me. “So sweet, too.”

  No one had ever done that to me, so the gasp that broke through me was just as much as a surprise as it was just from the feeling itself. Granted, it was just a kiss, so it was just like a hot flash against me. But, it was enough for me to question whether or not I wanted to figure out the magic word to make him stop.

  “The other thing you got going against you,” his voice had lowered, and he rubbed his cheek against one of my thighs, making me twitch. The ropes held me tight so I didn’t have anywhere to go, all I could do was feel the tickle of his whiskers against my skin. “I like me some girls with meat on their bones. This ass… I ain’t gonna let this ass get away.” His tongue swept out against me again, this time though he drug it slowly from the top of my sex to the bottom. He even went as far as to tease my clit by swirling around it. “Do you still want to use that magic word?”

  I didn’t know what the magic word was, I didn’t know what he was talking about. But with each teasing swipe of his tongue, I began to worry less about the fact that this wasn’t something I wanted and more about the fact that he was giving me something that I’d never experienced before.

  When I didn’t answer he hummed against me again and it felt so good that I couldn’t help the moan. He chuckled then I felt his lips close around the sensitive button at the top of my sex, he sucked on the skin there hard, and it drew another unwilling moan from me. But it felt so good. I relaxed against the mattress, and I felt his arms go around my hips as he seemed too content to just feast on me.

  Everything became centered around where he was and what he was doing to me. I didn’t even know what he looked like, but it didn’
t even matter. He was pushing me to an edge I’d never been, even when I touched myself I couldn’t get it to feel this good. Then his mouth pulled away from me, and I whined because with the absence of his mouth I was left throbbing for more.

  “Alright, Sweetcheeks.” He pressed his teeth against the curve of my ass. “I’m gonna ask you a question and if you don’t give me an answer I’m gonna take what I want. You hear me?”

  I nodded and twitched my hips against him. I’d do whatever I could to get him back where I needed him to be.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  I stilled, if it weren’t for the blindfold, I would have stared at him. “No.” I tried to go for believable even though it wasn’t a lie. I’d had sex once. That was enough to take away my v-card.

  “Really?” He pressed two fingers into me like he didn’t believe me. I stiffened because I hadn’t made a habit of sticking things into myself so I wasn’t prepared for the invasion. He stretched me, and I gasped when his fingers spread apart. Whatever he was going for seemed to convince him because he started to work his fingers in and out of me in a way that made my hips rock with the rhythm he set.

  “Are you a virgin here?” I didn’t know where he was going with that until I felt his tongue against me again. He traced a path up the bit of skin that separated my pussy from my anus, he swirled around the tightened ring of muscle, and I clenched hard.

  “If you put anything in there I’m gonna scream bloody murder,” my panic answered him with a trembling voice.

  He laughed at me, and something in me cracked a little. He wasn’t the first person to laugh at me. Being like this I wanted to do nothing more than shrink into the bed.

  He slapped my ass with his free hand and spoke up loud enough like he know I was going down a road where I wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Michael.” He was back against my privates leaving that rear entrance alone, I could feel his hot breath on me there even as he hand kept working me. “You need to remember that name because if you cum without screaming it, I’m gonna shove my cock in your virgin hole. Scream all you want. You got me?”

  “Michael,” was my answer.

  “Good girl,” he purred against me before I felt his mouth on me again.

  I kept saying his name, chanting it because I didn’t want to hazard the chance that he might catch me off guard with the orgasm he was built up in me by not hollering his name. I couldn’t imagine how anal felt and just the knowledge of what came out of that hole was enough to make me not want to find out. So, I was going to humor him. The only problem was with the rhythm he worked me his name was stretched with moans and whispered with whimpers, somewhere in me I was worried that he would make me feel way too good that I would forget to say it when I finally tumbled over that edge he had me dancing on.

  And he didn’t seem to be keen on stopping, even with the noise I was making. He growled against me, and I faltered, my breath hitching as I choked on his name. I was right there, and I couldn’t say it. His fingers hooked inside me, and somehow he found a button to push that made everything break apart.

  I cried out before I could even get his name on the tip of my tongue. But fear had me hollering it just after, “Michael!” Because while something had pressed me to allow this experience, it wasn’t wild enough to experience the other.

  He moaned with me, lapping at me until everything felt overly sensitized and I wanted to twist away from him. I tried to, but I could get away.

  My movements seemed to make him realize what I was doing, and he held onto me tighter. “No you don’t.” He pulled his fingers from me and wrapped his other arm back around my hips. “You don’t get to have your happy ending and leave me without mine. It doesn’t work that way.” He shifted, and I felt him use me as a means to get to his feet. “For that,” I felt something hot and blunt against my entrance now, it could only be one thing, “you’re gonna have to handle this raw, sweetcheeks.”

  “What?” I tried to twist away again because that meant we were going to have sex now. I knew that much, but if he was going to go in raw did that mean he wasn’t going to use a condom.

  “Same rules apply,” he had one arm around my waist. “You forget to say my name, and I’m gonna enjoy breaking in this ass.”

  That was the only warning I got before he slammed into me. I rocked forward onto the bed, and I cried out as he filled me to the brim and there was no time to adjust to it, he didn’t wait for anything. He just started a pace that was so quick and hard that I damn near forgot his name. I was so caught up in the feeling of him sawing into me that all I could do was moan.

  I didn’t know you could have an orgasm one right after another and while I wasn’t cumming, yet, he had me on that brink. I wished I had something to hold onto, something to keep me grounded but my hands were tied behind my back. My hands flexed, opening and closing uselessly.

  Michael had one arm around my waist, but the other hand had been on my hip until he shifted it. He grabbed onto my hands, giving me something to hold onto. It wasn’t enough to ground me, but I felt so grateful. His name caught in my throat again and I clenched hard on him to the point I heard him moan.

  I didn’t scream, I couldn’t. I moaned low and did my best to make sure I strung his name somewhere in there. Then I melted onto the bed. I felt boneless, even as he kept moving in me. There was a fire that he had created in me that was now just a low burn, even as he still kept up the pace.

  This. This was what sex was supposed to be like. That sad first time I had with Timmy Watson wasn’t even any sort of comparison to this.

  If Michael kept going, I knew that it would be one of those things that didn’t end until we were both mindless and blind on it. So, as good as it all felt, I didn’t think I could let it keep going forever. I flexed and clenched around him again, hard so I would hear that moan like I did before. It was enough to break his rhythm.

  “Fuck,” it came out him in a hiss, and he jerked out of me just as he started to stoke that burn. It was my fault, but it couldn’t go on forever. I felt something hot hit my back and hands, he came on me.

  That was something I was familiar with at least.

  “Goddamn,” he fell on the bed beside me. “That was good.” He rolled closer, and I felt his breath on my face. “Before I go I gotta see something,” he said, and the blindfold was tugged up and off my face.

  I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the blurriness. He cupped my face and forced me to meet his gaze. I was still disoriented, but it was hard to look away from him. His eyes were this startling shade of grey.

  “Blue eyes and freckles?” He grinned at me, and I thought I must be delusional.

  He was gorgeous. A straight nose, high cheekbones. Or I was dreaming, and none of this had actually happened? That seemed far more likely.

  “What’s your name, sweetcheeks?”

  “Charlie,” I said to the dream man touching me.

  He laughed a little. “I like it. Charlie, you’re gonna come back, and you’re gonna ask for me. I’m not done with that ass. If you don’t,” his jovial expression went serious, “I’m gonna have to come looking for you. Got me?”

  I nodded, though I was pretty sure he couldn’t be serious.

  “Say my name, Charlie.” The way he demanded it made me quake.

  This had to be the best damn wet dream I’d ever had. Had I ever had a wet dream? I couldn’t readily recall.

  “Michael.” My insides clenched like my body was expecting something just from saying his name. Like I’d gone Pavlov’s dog in a matter of hours. If only I would just be drooling.

  “Good girl,” he sat up, and I felt a sharp slap on my hip. It was hard enough to sting.

  Did that mean I wasn’t dreaming if it hurt?

  I watched as Michael got up and I was treated to the view of his bare ass, the skin a shade lighter than the rest of him.

  “Somebody’ll be in to untie you and clean you up.” I was spared another look at those startling gray eyes. “Until next t
ime Charlie.” He blew me a kiss then turned to leave me tied up in the bed.

  He left me alone, tied up on the bed. This definitely wasn’t a dream.