Safeword (The Decadence Club Book 3)

by Alyssa Clark

  I doubted it, but I wasn’t going to argue.

  He didn’t stop his prowl until he was had me pressed back into his pillows. He kissed me again with a little less force than before, the passion was there and so was the leading. He laid against me, shifting so that he was pressed between my thighs and right where I wanted him. He didn’t settle, he rolled his hips against mine. Shifting just so that he rubbed against my sensitive flesh and spread the dampness against his heated skin.

  I moaned and whined, wishing for more.

  His mouth drifted from my lips to trail down my neck, he shifted us to the side a little as his mouth wound its way down my throat to my collarbone. His teeth scraped against skin, and it just seemed to ignite everything else. I arched upward, trying to encourage him to go further south.

  He went without further prompting, easily following the line of my sternum down between my breasts. Michael drew patterns on me with his tongue, torturing me until I was whimpering and wanting to beg for more. I hadn’t been paying attention to his hands, save for the one still tangled in my hair. I didn’t notice his free hand had delved between us until I felt the caress of his fingers on my damp folds. I spread my legs further for encouragement.

  “I’m going to give this to you,” he spoke against me, his fingers teasing that bundle of nerves at the top of my sex. “And you’re going to treat this as if this is your first time. You are going to ignore when we met, and I’m not going to punish you for the transgressions that led up to this. This,” he leaned up to brush a kiss against my lips, “is our first time. And it won’t be sweet and gentle like this again.”

  Then his fingers plunged into me, and I clenched around them. “Yes,” I hissed. I didn’t have the brain power to object.

  He caught any noises I made with his mouth, pressing his erection against my hip as he teased me with what was to come after. I rocked with the motion of his fingers, I was wet… so wet. All from him spanking me. His thrusting fingers coupled with the digit stroking my clit had my back arching off the bed. I hit a crest, and it was like my legs flailed open then I immediately clenched them around his wrist.

  I was so close.

  His teeth dug into my lip, and he growled against my mouth, “The rules don’t change this time. What’re you supposed to do when you come?”

  His name came out as a whine in response. I knew better than to forget.

  Michael didn’t let up, either. His fingers curled within me, and I felt him teasing something that only heightened everything. He didn’t make any attempts to smother my cries, he entertained himself with kissing and biting his way to my breasts. All while I clung to him.

  I was pulled taut, there was something more there. A connection that choked me. I was choking on my breath, and my thighs clenched harder around his wrist. Then, it felt like I exploded. It was like nerve endings had escaped and left me in a fuzzy mess.

  I panted, still half aware of the presence next to me. The fingers that I clutched tightly with my inner muscles found a way to slip from me. I was still humming as everything that shattered within me started to wind its way back into place. He still stroked my outer lips, sending ripples of pleasure through me. He didn’t dive in for more like he had every other time before. He seemed all too content touching and kissing me.

  My heart jump started, rushing hard in my chest. I relaxed my hold on his wrist that I had clutched between my thighs. Everything melted, my insecurities had pooled out my toes.

  His cheek brushed against my jaw, the stubble only seemed to encourage the goosebumps to grow. I tilted my head, wanting nothing more to find that connection, again, with a kiss. He was all too eager to give in.

  Our positions shifted marginally. He still hovered over me, but he was once again between my thighs. I could feel the pulse of his cock from where it was pressed between us. He’d enjoyed pleasuring me, his words were one thing, but this was solidifying it. There was no other way to return the favor that I could think of, so I reached between us to adjust the angle of his cock.

  He made a noise as I made it so he was poised right at my entrance. I opened up my eyes to see the steel gray of his. He was so close.

  He pressed forward slowly, and with a whine, I felt him seethe himself in me. I took the freedom that I had to wrap my arms around his shoulders. I wanted him closer, even as he moved and he sparked that slow burn in me again.

  “You like this?” His voice had gone hoarse, but his rhythm was steady.

  “Yes,” I hissed because I knew how it felt to need some sort of validation.

  “Good.” His voice seemed to hitch a little. “It’s not going to be like this every time.” The pace picked up, and I could feel my own breath catching. I clung to him, desperate to hear his words and finding the ability to focus on them dwindling. “I like the way you look tied up far too much for that.”

  I squeezed him tightly, arching my hips and tilting so I could wrap my legs around his hips. I didn’t want to let go, so it forced his thrusts to be shallower to compensate. I wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to stop what he was doing in favor of tying me up.

  He didn’t stop thrusting, fortunately.

  I held on, letting the movement of his hips and the closeness sweep me away. I stroked his back until it felt like I was so close to falling apart once again. So, I clung to him like it would hold it off so I could stretch out the moment. I didn’t want the connection I felt, the rush in my heart, to stop.

  Of course, there was no stopping the rush of pleasure that was only encouraged by the rolling of his hips. There was no stopping me tumbling over that edge and falling to pieces once again.

  I was left drunk on the brilliant sensations because he didn’t stop moving all the while I crested each wave. It forced me along until I could barely feel my toes. He tugged out of me with a grunt and a pained groan from me, like it hurt for him not to be in me.

  But then I felt the burn of his cum as it splashed between us. While Michael had pulled out, he didn’t back away. The stickiness pooled between us, it didn’t seem to bother him, and I wasn’t in any hurry to end this. It lingered, even with him no longer being inside me.

  His fingers combed through my hair, tangling up in the curls. “I want you to be mine,” he murmured as I got caught up in his eyes. “So,” his lips brushed against mine, “learn to trust me.”

  I took a breath and tried my best to keep from choking on it. “Be patient.” It came out strangled. “And I will do what I can to let you in.” I swallowed the lump and struggled to stay brave in the face of what I wanted. “Just, understand that it’s not the easiest thing in the world,” I started again, uneasily. “I’ve never been in this position since… “

  He cut me off, kissing me gently. “If I have to pull things out of you,” his brows lowered slightly but he didn’t look angry, “I will do it in a way that I enjoy. You… might not.” His hand slipped beneath me and cupped one cheek of my ass. “Do you understand?”

  My heartbeat kicked up again, and I nodded.

  Epilogue

  I slipped onto a barstool and fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. It wasn’t tight, there was just enough room in it so I had to worry about it riding up. I took a deep breath and tried to not let myself be nervous. I was supposed to look confident, headstrong. I was there by myself and independent.

  Who was I kidding? I looked at the bartenders. One looked familiar as he flirted with a woman ordering a drink, the other was further down the bar looking as if he were intent on actually making drinks. There wasn’t a chance that I would be able to get either one’s attention so that I could order something to calm myself down.

  “Ms. Atkins,” a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned and tried to hold onto the idea of being confident when I saw her. Ms. Winters stood just behind me with a polite smile on her face. She looked well put together in a navy dress that looked simple, but she still managed to make sexy. “I didn’t think I would see you again.” She looked happy. “I hope
you are doing well. Are you here for another work project?”

  I flushed and tried my best to mirror her smile. “Ms. Winters,” I said her name like a greeting, feeling as if I were in a meeting with someone that was so much more powerful than I was. “Actually, kind of. I’m still hammering out the details.”

  “Really?” She looked curious. “If I ask, will you tell me? Or are you going to make me wait until it's published?”

  “Um…” I bit my lip as I considered it. As I thought, she took the time to sit down delicately next to me. The bartender quickly supplied her with a glass of wine. I flushed as I considered the idea I’d had a few nights ago, something that Michael was amused to entertain. “The last time we spoke you mentioned that there are a variety of kinks.” I couldn’t keep the embarrassment from heating up my face, but I managed to forge ahead. “I thought I would forge ahead with exploring them.”

  “Oh.” She smiled at me. “Have you decided which ones?”

  “Well,” I shrugged a little at first, “Michael really enjoys playing with restraints. So, I’ve already got a draft of that. There was, also, one I read about involving roleplaying but I’m not sure my acting skills are up to par for it.”

  Ms. Winters laughed at that. “While you might find an issue with that, I am fairly certain acting skills aren’t necessary for that.” She leaned towards me a little. “Did you say Michael?” She tilted her head just slightly. “Did you come to a reconciliation?”

  I couldn’t keep the shy smile from my face, I leaned closer to her. “It’s pretty obvious I got attached to him. I think he got attached, too.”

  The expression on her face only seemed to suggest that the cat had definitely caught a canary. “It happens.” She raised her glass as if to toast me. “When you start playing with the out of the ordinary things in the bedroom you get closer to the person you’re playing with.” She turned back to the crowded room of her club. “I am more than willing to help where I can in this new adventure.”

  I smiled at her then sat up a little straighter and looked out at the crowd with her. I spotted Michael at the door near one of the bouncers. He saw me and frowned when he noticed who I was talking to. I didn’t feel threatened, and I decided to play innocent.

  “Well, if you’re going to offer up help like that then I think it's best if you call me Charlie. All my friends do.” All one of them, but suddenly I wanted to expand that.

  The look she gave me looked surprised then her lips pursed. “Then, Charlie, we will have to be on a first name basis. Though, I have to tell you there are consequences to calling me Angie.”

  I could only imagine. “I’ll remember that. So far I’m only comfortable with accepting punishment from one person. If I feel adventurous, I’ll give you a heads up.”

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  “How about just five then?” He swallowed thickly and nodded, his gaze off to the far side of the room. “Would you prefer that I use my hand?” He nodded again. I didn’t think I would be getting anything vocal from him. I couldn’t have that. I positioned myself behind him, put a hand on the small of his back and pushed so that he used the block to support his weight. “I want you to count aloud for every strike that I make. Do you understand?” I got another nod. I raised a hand, spread my footing, and brought it down. My hand connected across his ass, connecting with both clenched cheeks. I waited, wanting to see if he would call out the first strike. He grunted but didn’t say anything. Frowning, I struck him again, putting more force behind my swinging hand. Another grunt as my hand connected with the left side of his ass. “You’re supposed to be counting,” I chided. I didn’t wait for him to call out a number, I struck him again.

  “Three,” he snarled lightly.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” I took the time to rub my hand against his rump, squeezing one cheek then the other. Probably enjoying the feel of it a little too much. “You missed the first two, so what does that make us at…?” I trailed off.

  “One,” his voice sounded harsh, and I couldn’t tell if it was in a negative fashion or not. I struck him again, not as hard as I had before just to see if he would follow through with the command. “Two,” he barked in response. I continued back with the amount of force that I started with. I spread out the strikes as I did it, alternating between the left and right cheek then making it so my hand would strike both. His growled out each strike calling out which number it was. When we got to five, I was remiss. I stood behind him, my riding crop dropped and forgotten, with a hand pressed against the small of his back. I may have been panting, and there was a throb between my thighs that I hadn’t felt in a while. Usually, I didn’t get as turned on by this with my clients.

  I didn’t dwell on it, but I had to see the handy work. I pushed his underwear over his ass to get a good look at it. He tensed and looked over his shoulder at me asking, “What are you doing?” I’m thinking his desire to fuck me had diminished.

  I only spared him a glance as I looked at his reddened cheeks. “I have to see,” I murmured, and I lightly rubbed a hand over one. At first, I thought his ass was a little on the lacking side, but seeing it all red had me changing my mind. “Wait here,” I straightened and advised like he had a choice. “I’ll get something to put on that.” I had a cooling lotion that would help with the stinging. Also, it would give me a chance to really inspect my work. I came back to him, his underwear still pulled down exposing his bare rump to me, and he watched me with a glare. Humiliation seemed to radiate from him. That was worrisome, because while spanking was a form a discipline, I wasn’t making an effort to humiliate him. I hummed lightly as I put a generous amount of cream on my fingertips. I then took the time to spread it on one of his battered cheeks.

  He grunted as I worked, I was sure he probably enjoyed the spanking more than he was ready to admit. I would be sure to give Mr. Franklin a call after this, he had no business referring this man to me. I rubbed cream into his other cheek and then I found an overwhelming desire to confirm my hunch. Once I was done treating his battered backside, I reached around and cupped the erection I knew I would find. “Tell me, Mr. Clarke, did you enjoyed yourself?” He rumbled a response that I didn’t understand.

  I pressed myself against his bent over form, slipping my hand into his underwear and grasping his cock at the base. “I assuming this means that you did,” I gave him a firm squeeze that made him gasp. “Do you want to cum?”

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  “Take this.” Angela offered me the paddle now. “It’s important that when you spank her, you let go of any anger you might have. Having negative emotions in you while you’re doling out punishment can be dangerous to her. Strive to just make the skin pink at first.” She stepped out of the way and waved me forward. “Once you get used to using it you can swing with more force.”

  I looked at the paddle, listening to her instruction carefully. “Why do this?” I could see how having power over another person was hot, I could see how the position Tabitha was in would tempt a man. But hurting her? Why?

  “Because she wants this,” Angela said evenly. “If she rebels against you, if she challenges your word, it's because she wants this. There’s a rush from knowing you’re in trouble, there is adrenaline and endorphins from the pain. I could go on, do you need me to?”

  “And you want me to do this to you?” I asked Tabitha because I knew she knew shit about me.

  “Yes,” she hissed it, her hips shifting and rolling against the metal frame.

  “So you want an ex-con beating you and using you?” Her head perked up at that, and she looked bac
k at me, she was just now realizing how much she didn’t know about me. “Still want to give me that kind of power?”

  I decided I didn’t want to wait for her answer, I didn’t want the rejection. Instead, I swatted her hard. I was rewarded with a gasp as I considered how I felt about all of this. “What’s keeping me from using you and doing serious damage? What are you going to do if I hurt you?” I hit her again, with a bit more force.

  She rocked forward with it and seemed to tremble with the force of it. I started to prepare for another swing, but she cut me off when she spoke, “You wouldn’t.” There wasn’t any accusation to her voice. It was just like she knew. “You’re not that type of person.”

  That was enough to make me hesitate.

  She didn’t know me at all. I wasn’t that kind of asshole... But, the fact that she could see through me enough to know I wouldn’t go out of my way to hurt her was enough to make me stop. I couldn’t hit her again.