Little Light of Mine (Club Decadence)

by Maddie Taylor

  Dex frowned at her response, “I can see by your reaction that I’ve surprised you. I don’t remember being such a hard ass in the past. I’m sure I owned up to mistakes when we were together.”

  “Yes… but after our last meeting, well-” Her voice cracked in her nervousness and she cleared her throat before beginning again. “I’m sorry too, Dex. I’m sure it was a shock seeing me after such a long time. And about performing, Sean told me he was going to let you know ahead of time.”

  “He tried.” Dex remembered the stack of contracts. He had found Elena’s on top of the stack the next day. The name of her band had been listed at the top before each individual member’s name. If he hadn’t been in such a hurry to get laid he might have paid more attention.

  “I’m sure you’re anxious to know why I asked to meet with you so I’ll get right to it. I want you Elena.”

  Again he surprised her and her mouth fell open in shock. She could only stare back at him. He wanted her? Like as in wanted to be with her intimately, wanted her? Or wanted her to come back and work for him, wanted her? “I’m not sure I understand… “

  “Let me be clear then. Our relationship ended abruptly, too much so. I still want you, my body still craves yours, and I still want to dominate you.” He stood up and moved to a file cabinet where he pulled out a folder. “I am not suggesting we go back to what we had. I don’t want that again. I am suggesting a contract for here at The Club.” He passed the document to her and returned to his seat behind his desk.

  Elena held the papers in her trembling hands and tried to comprehend what he was telling her. “You want me for sex?”

  “Yes, that and more.” In his deep, controlled voice he laid out his plan. He was offering to top her and enter into an ROA agreement. At her puzzled expression he explained that Restricted Ongoing Acquiescence was a consensual agreement for casual play. Their agreement would be for a defined time period of thirty days and could be renewed if both parties agreed. It was restrictive in that it would be for more than one night of play but would not include a formal relationship. There would be no emotional attachment, obligation for fidelity, and there was absolutely no collar. Either party could end it at any time for any reason. There would still be BDSM play but only at The Club so it would not extend to their personal lives.

  “You mean you would see other women, while we’re contracted.” She was surprised at the even tone of her voice. Inside she was crushed; he was so cold and methodical. She cried inside,Mi Amor, what have I done to you?

  “Yes, and of course, you are free to see other men.”

  That stung even more. It didn’t bother him if she had sex with other men. Never in their time together had he even considered sharing. Although there was no exclusivity clause, Elena was desperate enough to agree to anything to get the chance to be with him again. How pathetic was that? But she was frozen, her life contained no intimacy. While she had friendships, they were casual and didn’t seem to soothe the growing need inside her. Maybe, by entering into a contract with Dex who was familiar to her, she could break through some of the ice that surrounded her heart and she could finally move on.

  She had tried to play with other men but she was unable to respond. In fact, she hadn’t had sex since the assault. She just couldn’t. The intimate touch of a man made her cringe and shut down. She had gone to a few public clubs while out in California but ended up crying her safeword before they could even get her to strip. She didn’t know what pictures Dex had seen, but she suspected the investigator hadn’t stuck around to hear her cry her safeword and leave after only a few strokes of the flogger.

  Of course, she hadn’t been able to find another Dom like Dex. She knew their relationship had been special because of their love, trust and commitment. And no one could come close to his inherent qualities of authority, control, and domination. She didn’t think she would ever find someone she could trust as much to meet her need for the whip.

  After the brutality of the assault, she was surprised that she still craved it. Her counselors had told her there were several reasons she would still feel the need for the whip. Primarily, they thought she was looking for a distraction from her emotional pain. All she knew was that she dreamed of Dex using his single tail on her again. He used to make her fly, bringing her out of herself to float in the endorphin high of subspace.

  When she could no longer submit and did not have that outlet for her emotions, she had foolishly turned to the mindnumbing effects of drugs and alcohol. Her counselors had diagnosed her with PTSD and told her she was self-medicating with drugs and alcohol to avoid the painful flashbacks to Luis’ brutal treatment, his emotional abuse and the estrangement from her family and friends. Elena didn’t know about all that psychobabble, all she knew was that she had been seriously messed up.

  “Elena? Where did you go?” Dex’s voice brought her out of her musing.

  “I’m sorry, just considering your offer.” Elena was about to do abandon all caution and go for it. Her life was empty and she missed submitting to Dex. If this was the only way to be with him, for whatever short time, a month, a week, one last night, then so be it. She would deal with the consequences when the time came.

  “Do you have any questions?”

  She shook her head no and the next thing she knew she was signing his contract. He wrapped up the meeting quickly after that handing her a copy of their contract along with instructions for a physical and STD screening from a BDSM friendly local physician. She blushed when he covered the section on condom use and how there would be no play until both of them were declared clean. Elena knew he said this for her benefit. What must he think of her? He knew she had been at her worst out in California, heavy into drugs and alcohol. Now she was back, tattooed and working as a musician. She didn’t blame him for being cautious.

  Chapter Eight

  Their first scene was scheduled in one of the private rooms at The Club. Elena had been on pins and needles all day and hardly eaten anything due to her rebellious stomach. Her nerves were frayed and she had the overwhelming craving for something to calm her down. She had attended a Narcotics Anonymous meeting instead. She was still looking for a sponsor locally but had committed herself to two or three NA meetings a week. They were held at a church within walking distance of her apartment. The facilitator was a kind older woman who had given her a few names, but Elena hadn’t gotten around to scheduling meetings yet. As she paced and worried outside The Club, she found she was really regretting that decision right now.

  She entered the reserved private room and waited inside the door as instructed. Of course, Dex was already there. Dressed all in black, he stood next to a bondage table. The soft lights in the room glinted off the natural golden highlights in his sandy brown hair and his light blue eyes glinted in the low lighting. He was mouth wateringly handsome. His muscular frame was tightly wrapped in a T-shirt and sinfully snug leather pants. Even in the semi-dark room, she could tell he was aroused and for the first time in a very long while, Elena felt moisture begin to gather between her thighs.

  “Good evening, Elena. You’re late again. Not the best way to start out our agreement, do you think?”

  “I’m sorry. I got to The Club on time it’s just that…”

  “The reason doesn’t matter. I’m sure you remember how I am about promptness.” Grabbing a straight back chair he moved it to the center of the room and sat. “We’ll take care of your correction before we begin the scene. Remove your panties, lift your skirt and take your place across my thighs.”

  Elena’s pussy clenched at those words. She had dreamed about another spanking from Dex for two long years. She walked quietly to his side, slid off her tiny thong and lifted the short leather skirt. She felt his hand gently guiding her as she lowered herself face down across his firm thighs. She sighed softly in contentment. This felt so right; she had missed him so much.

  “I’m sure you remember the rules, but since it’s been a while I’ll give you a refresher.
Legs remain spread at all times.” He paused. After several moments passed where he said nothing else she got the hint and spread her legs wide as he liked. “Do you remember why you do this?” His hand came up and repositioned her further so that her ass and wide spread pussy were exactly where he wanted them.

  “So you can see my response to my punishment, Sir?”

  “Very good, I want to see your pussy’s response, specifically how wet you’re getting. As to the other rules, feet on the floor, no kicking, hands in front. No reaching back or trying to block me. And as always, watch your mouth. Crying and other noise is permissible, but no cursing or name-calling. That will only earn you more. You brought this on yourself by being late, so take it like the adult you are.”

  “Yes Sir-,” her response was cut short by the first resounding smack from his open palm. It was soon followed by another and another. Dex immediately set up a rapid staccato rhythm as he covered every inch of her rounded behind with sharp, stinging smacks. Elena’s initial moans turned to yelps and cries for forgiveness.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better, I promise.”

  “I’ve heard that before. In future, you will arrive at least fifteen minutes in advance of our appointments and will be stripped and ready for our scene.” He continued paying attention to her upper thighs as he spoke. His goal was her acquiescence and when she lay limp and submissive across his lap, he knew he had achieved it. He stopped, rubbing his large hand over the warm, inflamed cheeks. “There’s a good sub. Now we can get on to the purpose of our meeting, yeah?”

  Assisting her to stand, he looked at her flushed, tear stained face and knew she had surrendered. “Please remove all of your clothes and have a seat on the bondage table.”

  Elena was wounded by the polite, but impersonal tone of his voice and had to remind herself she had agreed to this ROA contract, which meant no emotional attachment. Not wanting to give him an opportunity to regret his decision to play with her, she hurried to obey. She pulled off the clingy tank and leather miniskirt. Wearing only her four-inch stiletto heels, she approached the bondage table and placed her clothing on a chair nearby before kicking off her shoes.

  Elena turned and assessed the bondage table. It was metal but covered with a thick padding. Short like a doctor’s exam table, it also had under storage and drawers. She wasn’t quite sure how to mount it since it sat up quite high, so she turned her back and placing her hands behind her hefted her tender butt on it. As she sat with her legs dangling over the side, she waited.

  She looked at Dex as he approached, shaking his head. He slid out a lower drawer and then patted the end. “I want you here.”

  Elena hopped off and moved to the end where she saw the drawer was actually a step and she easily moved into the position he requested. “Spread your legs.” When she obeyed instantly he nodded in approval. Dex moved to the side of the table, bent to open the cabinet underneath and started to remove several items.

  “Eyes forward, sub.”

  The emotionless tone of his voice was beginning to worry her. Dex had always been a warm, playful lover, eager to see to her satisfaction. This Dom was a far cry from that man. Of course, that had been years ago before a broken engagement and that awful Dear John letter. Maybe this was a bad idea. Although he hid it well now, she had seen his anger and bitterness in their recent encounter. But she could trust him, couldn’t she? This was Dex after all.

  He seemed to read her thoughts and moved around to stand between her spread thighs, “Look at me.” She looked into his beautiful sky blue eyes. He looked like her Dex on the outside, but she had wounded him terribly.

  “You’re trembling, sub. Are you afraid of me?”

  “I’m nervous, Dex.”

  “A little anxiety is good, but remember you have your safewords. I expect you to use them if you need to. I also expect you to respond respectfully during our time together. If I give you a command or ask a question I expect you to answer me appropriately and you will refer to me as Sir during play. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Elena whispered, her response softly. She realized that a lot had changed since he collared her long ago. He didn’t want her calling him Master during play anymore. That wasn’t what this was about.

  “Excellent. Place your hands behind you and offer me your breasts.”

  God, he was so remote. Could she follow through with her plan? She hesitated.

  “I’ll remind you this once since it has been a while since we’ve played together. I expect immediate compliance with all orders. Failure to do so will result in ten swats with the paddle. This is your only warning; either obey or give me your safeword and we will end our scene.”

  Elena quickly placed her hands behind her ass on the padded table and arched her back, offering her small breasts and erect nipples to him as requested. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

  “Good, I’d be very disappointed if it did.”

  He moved in closer and began playing with her nipples. He flicked, tweaked, pinched and rolled each bud. Gradually increasing the intensity, he tugged and twisted them firmly until they stood out in rigid peaks. Elena couldn’t help the gasp of pleasure that escaped. It had been so long since he had touched her. She felt a gush of wetness surge inside her pussy. He worked her nipples for several minutes then lifted his head.

  “Beautiful. You still have the most responsive nipples. They stand out firm and proud just begging for my clamps.” The sensual haze his hands had created was broken as a sharp pain bit into her. She looked down and whimpered at the sight of a clamp pinching her nipple, hard.

  “Breathe through the pain, sub.” He clamped the other nipple shortly thereafter and then stopped to appraise his work. “Very pretty.” He slipped a finger beneath the chain that joined the nipple clamps and gave a small tug. He kept increasing the tension on the chain until she had arched her back to the degree he found acceptable. “Hold that position.”

  He stepped back and admired the submissive before him. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Berry red nipples had colored under his attentions and the clamps would do a good job of holding that color. Her head was thrown back exposing her inked throat. In anticipation of his next command, her clamped tits, flat belly and spread legs quivered. Her splayed thighs provided him an exquisite view of the moisture on her smoothly waxed pussy lips and inner thighs. As his eyes traced down her legs, he noticed her toes were curled tightly, a sure sign that she was struggling to control her arousal. While her eyes were averted he took the opportunity to adjust his rock hard cock behind his leathers.

  “Good girl. Now sit up and give me your wrists.”

  Dex reached behind her to grab the leather cuffs from the table and applied them to both wrists, hooking them together. “Lie back on the table and lift your arms over your head. Leave them there until I tell you otherwise.”

  As soon as she was in position, he moved one foot outside the metal pole he had inserted into a slot in the corner of the table. He then lifted and secured her ankle in the cuff attached to the top of the pole. He did the same to the other ankle before stepping back to evaluate her position. Her legs were raised and her knees were bent sharply toward her chest. The restraints spread her feet about thirty inches apart, like a spreader bar but without the inconvenience of a metal crossbar which tended to impede a Dom’s access to his sub’s warm, wet pussy.

  She was not as open as he liked, so he slipped his large hands under her and slid her down until her ass was hanging halfway off the edge of the table. “Perfect,” he murmured as he drank in the sight of her sex, vulnerable and exposed from her erect clit to her tight rear hole. Was he out of his mind putting himself through this torture? But he wanted her so badly. He steeled himself against the rise of emotions and made his next words purposely vulgar attempting to keep a certain amount of distance between them. Still, his voice came out husky with arousal. “Excellent. Now I have full access to this hot, gushing cunt.” She flinched at the c
rude words. He chuckled as he observed in the same throaty voice, “Sorry, little sub. I forgot how much you dislike that word. Odd, it’s just a word, but so many of you subs find it unacceptable when pussy is not. Maybe I should work on desensitizing you to it by using it regularly.”

  He hadn’t asked a question or given a command so she remained silent as she tried to calm herself. She didn’t like the word because it was degrading in nature. It evoked a strong response, even more so since Luis-. She worked furiously to redirect her thoughts. She didn’t want thoughts of her tormentor intruding inon this scene like others in the past. This was Dex, focus on Dex, she urged herself.

  “Well, whatever we call it, yours is drenched. I can see your juices glistening on your lips and there’s a trickle running down your slit and coating your tight little asshole. Get it nice and wet sub because I’m going to use that hole tonight.”

  “Please, Sir.” Elena pleaded, not sure what she was asking for.

  “Is that a please yes or a please no? Hmm?” She just shook her head from side to side while her clamped breasts rose and fell in a rapid pant as she attempted to maintain control. He watched her reaction as he ran two fingers through her slit, touching lightly over her clit and then running his fingers down to her ass. “You know that it doesn’t matter what you want or ask for tonight, don’t you sub? Who decides what happens in this scene?” He dipped his fingers into her wetness, stroking in and out while he waited for an answer.

  “You do, Sir. You decide.”

  “That’s right, I decide.” He thrust his fingers into her twice more then slipped one soaked digit down to tease her bottom hole. He pressed firmly against it until her muscles relaxed and she accepted him inside. “This hole is very tight, sub. I’m thinking it hasn’t been used in some time.” He played for a few moments then slid out, adding a second finger and sinking inside her again.

  “No, Sir.” What was she saying? What was the question?