Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5)

by Maddie Taylor

  “Megan,” he growled.

  “Sorry, but I’m pissed. When I married you, I vowed to forsake all others and keep myself unto you as long as we both shall live. If I remember correctly, you made the same vow. Therefore, I want you to explain to me why you think I would change my mind. I gave that damn limit list a lot of thought. Some of the things scared the hell out of me, but I agreed to explore them with you—only you. I want to please you, but why for one minute you think I’d agree to bring another person, whether man, woman, or a freaking hermaphrodite into our bedroom is beyond me!” She ended her rant in a near scream as she emphasized her words with several emphatic pokes to his chest. She was so loud that the DM stuck his head in.

  “Everything all right in here, Cap? Megan?” It was Dex, on DM duty tonight for the private rooms.

  “No, it isn’t, Master Dex. Your Captain here is acting like a complete and utter jackass.”

  There was a pause, before he deadpanned. “He’s been an ass off and on since I’ve known him, honey, almost twenty years now, so I imagine that’s par for the course. Want me to kick him out for you?”

  She eyed Tony speculatively wondering at his reaction to that.

  “Don’t even think about it, Megan. We’re talking this out.”

  Another long pause followed. Eventually, and very reluctantly, she answered. “No, Master Dex. I’m just ticked. ‘Red’ is on the tip of my tongue if he says one more moronic thing, however.”

  “I’ll be nearby if you feel the need, honey. Cap?”

  “It’s all good, bud. And there won’t be a need. I can handle this little sub without your help. I’ve got a flogger within reach and I’m ready to use it if she says one more sassy thing.”

  Not ready to forgive him yet, her brows gathered as Dex chuckled and Tony grinned down at her. Obviously recognizing the banter that was common for them, Dex turned to take his leave. “Since everything is under control, I’ll go.”

  “One thing, Dex. I have to give Sean’s new toy here a glowing recommendation. Megan in particular enjoyed reverse cowgirl and the DP feature.”

  She squealed in outrage at the revealing comment and smacked him on the arm. She heard the door close behind Dex and his fading laughter as he moved down the hall.

  Tony turned serious once they were alone, his warm gaze locking on hers.

  “Megan, my love, I do remember our vows but I also remember our D/s contract. It stated I would take care of your needs and push your limits of sexual submission. You enjoyed what we did earlier. I wanted to make sure—now that you’ve learned what it could be like—that you hadn’t changed your mind or that this wasn’t a secret fantasy of yours. I can see I was wrong.”

  “Ya think?”

  His hand cupped her jaw. “I’m trying to apologize, baby.”

  She shut her mouth, her anger cooling a few degrees.

  “I most sincerely apologize for being an ass and solemnly beg for your forgiveness.”

  Staring into his mesmerizing deep brown eyes, she felt herself waver. “Marriage vows trump contracts in my book, Tony.”

  “Agreed.”

  She cupped his chin in her small hands, staring at him intently. “Do you want a threesome, Captain?”

  “No, Megan. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

  She stared at him silently for a long drawn out moment, then nodded and pulled his head down for a kiss, pouring into him all the love in her heart. She then fisted his hair in her hands and tugged. “I forgive you, Captain, but don’t ever pull that shit again.”

  Surprised, his eyes flared wide as she channeled a bit of Mistress Anne. Smart man that he was, he readily agreed. “Yes, ma’am. Never again.”

  She nodded. As quickly as it had come, the steam behind her anger evaporated.

  “As long as it’s you and me, are you willing to keep exploring?”

  She nodded, smiling sweetly up at him before she bent and whispered against his lips, “Yes, and you can resume anytime. I’m green again, Captain.”

  “Thank fuck,” Tony uttered in obvious relief, then flipped on the remote and got back to business.

  They rode the fucking horse, so named by Tony, until their time was nearly up. By then, Megan had tried out all of the features and a variety of positions including double machine penetration while riding the Sybian’s powerful clit vibrator.

  One would think four spectacular orgasms would be enough for the man, including the latest brought on by two vibrating, pumping cocks and unrelenting clitoral stimulation, but it wasn’t, not for her evil Dom. No, he demanded another.

  Once he had her writhing in mindless ecstasy, he set the controls on intermittent, so that it teased with short bursts of sensation, halting abruptly just as she was reaching climax. Then, he added the flogger.

  “Never say I’m not a man of my word. I promised a butt lashing if you were good, angel, and I mean to deliver.”

  As the soft flails landed across her body, the flogger, along with the three ring circus going on between her thighs, brought her to such an intense level of excitement that she screamed, coming in a continuous wave until her milk let down and her pussy gushed once again.

  Tony dropped the flogger at that point and re-mounted the horse. He pulled her head up and sank into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. After a few, slow glides, he pushed deeper, faster, until he bumped against her throat. She accommodated him, taking nearly all his length readily, fervently. As she built to yet another mind-blowing climax, at the last minute, he grabbed the control switch and ratcheted up the speed of all three devices to high. Exerting unbelievable control, he held back until she once again convulsed helplessly, crying out her pleasure around the hard length of him in her mouth. Obviously waiting for this cue, only then did he give in, finishing ferociously as he shouted her name.

  * * * * *

  At midnight, Tony carried his sweet smelling submissive, damp from the shower they’d taken together in the well-appointed private room, down the stairs and through the crowded main room. He held her close, wrapped tightly in his arms, wearing only a thin robe and a fuzzy sub blanket. He ignored the grins of his friends and proceeded to the owner’s entrance. She stirred in the cooler night air as he tucked his exhausted, very drowsy and well-loved woman into his SUV and buckled her in.

  Climbing behind the wheel, he couldn’t resist pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Watching her smile in her sleep, he was pleased. He had set out to create a memory and surely had with the evening culminating in an out of this world triple penetration and an impressive sixth orgasm neither of them would likely forget.

  Chapter Thirty

  As Mara moved down the long administrative hallway, her shoes barely made a sound, leaving only footprints in the thick loop of the rich toasted almond carpet as she passed. After exiting through the security door using her brand new member’s only keycard, the click of her heels echoed loudly as she crossed the gleaming Bordeaux hardwood on the dance floor. She grinned as the wood flooring transitioned into some sort of swirling marble or granite as she traversed the bar. With a wave to Ben, who was restocking, she crossed to the medieval doors. Uncertain of the rules when the club was technically closed, she kicked off her shoes just in case. Again, she smiled as she entered the main playroom, enjoying the feel of the warm stone beneath her feet.

  Decadence—the word said it all. What other sex club in the world provided under the floor heating for the comfort of its submissives?

  “We’ve spared no expense,” Sean had commented when he’d given her the full tour. Talk about an understatement. One look around and it was obvious.

  The irony of it all was truly comical and made Mara laugh aloud. The sound startling as it echoed in the cavernous unoccupied room. Muffling subsequent giggles behind her hand, she considered the incongruity of seeing to the comfort of all the subs precious little piggies when their Dom’s intended to paddle, flog, wax, whip, clamp and do other untold things to countless areas of their chained, bound or
otherwise restrained bodies.

  Grinning broadly and feeling happier than she had in a very long time, Mara hurried along to the women’s locker room with a box in one hand and the combination to a locker in the other. Sadly, one of the member’s had dismissed his submissive after finding her in the parking lot with her lips locked around another Dom’s cock. The punishment, immediate dismissal for violation of club rules. The submissive was contracted exclusively, which was obvious from the leather collar she wore around her neck, and according to Sean, one she hadn’t even bothered to remove for the clandestine blowjob in the back seat of the other Dom’s Lexus. It wasn’t her first offense and her Dom, humiliated and fed up, wanted her gone. The Dom on the receiving end was also history. On probation already, Master Dex had given him the boot on the spot, having previously warned him of his fate with one more misstep.

  Thinking how two other applicants on the mile long waiting list would capitalize on the ousted member’s misfortune, Mara pushed through the swinging doors of the women’s locker room, her mission to pack up the outgoing submissive’s belongings. She stopped short, finding a tall, thin brunette standing in front of an open locker. Startled, the woman whirled to face her, hands behind her back.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Mara blurted out. “I didn’t expect anyone to be here this time of day.”

  “No worries,” the woman replied, abruptly spinning back and shoving things haphazardly into the locker. “I was here for a class and stopped to get something, but it isn’t here. I must have left it at home.” With a tight smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, she slammed the door and rushed out.

  Staring after her, she considered her odd behavior for a moment, then shrugged. Glancing at the paper in her hand, she walked down the row to 116 and found herself standing in front of the brunette’s locker. Maybe Sean had written down the wrong number. She tried the combination and on the first try, it opened. Staring at the contents through the open locker door, Mara turned to stare after the woman wondering what the heck was going on. Either the brunette was the ousted sub who had slunk back to the scene of her humiliation, or some other intrigue was afoot.

  Burning with curiosity, she sifted through the cluttered locker. Clothes, a makeup bag and bath products went into the box as well as two pairs of shoes. There was nothing else of interest. Standing on her toes, she reached up and felt around the high top shelf. Finding nothing, she scooted the padded bench close and climbed up to make sure. Peering inside she came up empty. Thinking she was making a mystery where there was none, she hopped down and scooted the bench back.

  As she bent to pick up the box, her gaze fell to the bulging makeup bag. Feeling something wasn’t right, she decided it was worth a look. Inside, she found the usual items: mascara, blush and assorted lipsticks. The only other item was a small square of folded paper tucked into a side pocket. She tucked the bag under her arm and unfolded the note. Several multi-digit numbers were listed and a password: SpankMeMaster86. She snorted. How original.

  Finding nothing else, she zipped it back up, or attempted to, but the zipper was caught in the lining. Giving it a tug, she turned all thumbs and dropped it, the contents spilling out on the floor. Shaking her head at her clumsiness, she stooped to gather up the things that had rolled everywhere. As she did, she noticed that one of the lipstick tubes rattled. She opened it and upended the tube into her hand, staring in amazement at the flash drive that slipped out.

  Thirty minutes later, she was sitting with Sean in his office, while he, Dex and Cap bent over Jonas’ shoulder as he transferred the contents of the drive onto Sean’s laptop. It wasn’t long before pics of club members at play appeared on the large 27-inch screen. And they weren’t nice pics from the lounge and the bar, they were of players caught not merely with their pants down, but in flagrante delicto, in one lewd, salacious and if made public, one compromising—and very naked—situation after another.

  “Goddammit,” Cap growled in frustration. “How does this keep happening?”

  “There are hundreds of pics on here, dating back months,” Jonas remarked much more calmly. “Here’s one of Gregory. He moved to Europe at least six months ago.”

  “So Cecily was our mole all this time,” Sean concluded. “Tell me again what she said to you, Mara. Word for word, as best as you can remember.”

  She did, refraining from mentioning that her recap hadn’t changed from the previous ten times she’d repeated it. They were all upset and it behooved her not to get smart-alecky when she was nervous about the whole underhanded business.

  “How did she get back in?” Dex asked.

  “That’s what’s driving me nuts,” Sean replied. “I personally deactivated her passkey.”

  “There is no record of Cecily trying to access any of the doors since the night she was dismissed,” Jonas stated, his fingers flying over the keys.

  “Can you pull up a log of dungeon access from this afternoon, Tech?”

  Mara was briefly confused at who Sean was addressing, but as Jonas replied, “Doing it now,” she remembered the man had more nicknames than leopards had spots.

  A moment later, he brought up a log. Owners, the cleaning crew and a maintenance man had all accessed the doors as well as Mara. One other name stuck out among the others.

  “Fuck me!” Cap murmured as he looked at the name Jonas had highlighted. Mara strained to see, but with four sets of unbelievably broad shoulders crowded around the screen, she hadn’t a prayer.

  “Pull up her photo ID, alongside Cecily’s,” Sean instructed.

  “Got it,” Jonas confirmed and a moment later, the four men turned to Mara.

  “What?” She asked, uneasily. “Surely, you don’t think that I—”

  “No, baby, we want you to identify the woman you saw in the locker room.”

  Jonas turned the laptop toward her. “Are either of these women the one you saw?”

  “Yes, that’s her on the right.”

  “Not the blonde?” Dex followed up.

  “No, I’ve never seen the blonde, it was the brunette.”

  “Shit!” Dex swore.

  “Fuck me,” Cap repeated.

  “What’s wrong?” She looked to Sean who was silent, a bleak expression on his face. “That isn’t Cecily, is it?”

  “No,” Sean answered grimly. “The brunette is Rachel “Moon” Monihan, Megan and Regan’s cousin.”

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Her hand trembled on the doorknob as she waited for the receptionist to buzz her through to the interior offices at Rossi. It wasn’t fear or nerves that had Angela Hixson rattled, it was anger. She was early for the conference scheduled with the Rossi group, but after leaving the meeting with her chief a short while ago, her blood pressure was through the roof. She had to get out of the station before she blew. A detective in the San Antonio Police Department for the past five years, she’d dealt with the sexism and narrow-mindedness that had cropped up on occasion, but with the promotion of Richard Stapleton to Chief of Police, it had run rampant.

  Trying to shake off the rage the arrogant asshole stirred every time they spoke, she took a deep breath, attempting to restore her professional demeanor. She enjoyed an excellent relationship with Cap Rossi and his crew, which she planned to maintain, no matter how much she wanted to pinch off her infuriating superior’s little head. Comparatively speaking, the adjective she used for the troll was spot on. At 5’8” in flats, she was eye-to-eye with him and was the reason she’d taken to wearing heels whenever she could. A veiled taunt that he didn’t like in the least, but gave her great satisfaction.

  The sound of a baby crying greeted her as she came to a stop at Cap’s open door. Peering inside, she thrilled at the chance to see her new second cousins, despite one sounding very unhappy. Caleb, she guessed, his mother appearing a bit frazzled, as she bounced him on her lap.

  “Hand him over, angel.” The giant of a man moved from behind his desk, his other son Connor, gurgling happily from his place in the c
rook of his daddy’s arm. Megan gladly relinquished her crying son to her husband and collapsed back in her chair with a long drawn out sigh, visibly exhausted. Immediately, the baby stopped fussing, becoming the mirror image of his angelic brother as he smiled and squirmed joyfully in the place he obviously wanted to be most.

  Standing unnoticed in the doorway, she hated to intrude, but she’d called and requested a few minutes with Cap before the meeting. The new parents were obviously too caught up in their twins to have noticed their audience so she made her presence known.

  “Knock, knock,” she called. Cap’s head came up, his dark brown eyes meeting hers directly. Not for the first time, Angie noticed how absolutely gorgeous the man was. Raw sex on two legs, Megan often called him and she wasn’t kidding. Tall, dark hair and eyes, with a finely honed, thick muscled body, Tony Rossi at forty, was not only gorgeous, but the air of command that surrounded him was overpowering at times, dominance oozing from his pores. Successful in business, co-owner of a hugely lucrative sex club, add to that, a wonderful husband to his adoring wife and loving father to his twin sons—that he actually helped care for according to Meg—it was no wonder her cousin was so in love with her man.

  “Ang!” Megan greeted, having twisted in her seat to peek around the high backed chair angled in front of Cap’s desk. “See how unfair this is?” Megan complained. “I walked him, bounced him, fed and changed him—forget about the agony I went through to bring him into this world—heck, I even sang to him, but all his daddy has to do is smile or say his name and abracadabra, magically he morphs into a perfect cherub.”

  “You sang to him?” Angie shot a horrified look Tony’s way. “That explains all the crying. Are his ears bleeding?”

  Tony chuckled.

  Meg scowled.

  “Ha, ha, very funny, not all of us are blessed with great pipes.”

  “You weren’t even blessed with mediocre pipes, cuz. Remember in youth group growing up when you told your mother you were going to join the choir?”