Unbind My Heart (Club Decadence)

by Maddie Taylor

Jonas’ voice was calm and even, but it lacked its usual teasing warmth. She felt awful for disappointing him on their very first outing. “I’m sorry, Sensei. I don’t seem to be doing anything right tonight.”

  There was a softening in his reply. “You are learning. It is expected for newbies to make mistakes. Another reason Master Sam gave you a break. You may think I’m being harsh, but you need this lesson in tolerance and respect, which is due all members of The Club. Failure to follow that rule alone can lead to unpleasant consequences and I don’t intend for that to happen.” Jonas stood in front of her now, his hands busy with several lengths of rope. “Turn around. I’m going to bind your hands.”

  Obediently, she turned. She didn’t want to risk disappointing him further by breaking more of the rules.

  “Fold your arms behind you like you did in class, palms facing each other.” He was soon wrapping, coiling, and cinching her arms behind her. When they were secure, she felt a tug on her hair as once again her head was pulled firmly backwards until she was looking up into his handsome face. She felt him looping more rope around her hair corset, and when he moved away, she realized he had attached her hair to her arm bindings, forcing her to keep her head back in the position he wanted.

  “Good girl, now spread your legs.” He waited for her to comply before he bent and restrained her ankles. A moment later, he was standing behind her again. In this position, with her back arched and her soft throat exposed, her full breasts pressing forward as they thrust between the taut ropes of her karada, she felt entirely submissive, the dorei he so often called her. She shifted her weight attempting to move her feet, but they were tightly restrained.

  “I think it’s time to lose the silk. I want to see you in only my ropes.” With a few tugs from his strong hands, the cloth slipped from beneath the artfully tied web of ropes around her body. Heedless of the delicate white fabric, tearing sounds filled the room as the sheath ripped apart in his strong hands.

  Her body was alive from the sensory input—the sounds and tactile sensations. Even the limiting of her field of vision heightened her response. Her pulse raced in reaction, and she felt it pound in her vulnerable throat. All she could see was the rigging in the ceiling. Only sound clued her into his movements around the room. At a loss, without knowing what he was doing and not being able to read the expression on his face, her anxiety rose.

  Lexie flinched when his hand abruptly crossed her line of sight as he grasped an overhead rope. He pulled it down until she could clearly see some type of hook fastener on the end. Lowering it, he wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her, before issuing his next order. “Bend forward.”

  Jonas connected the rope to her waist. A moment later, she tensed when he lowered another, the sound of the rope rasping through the suspension system above hard to miss. He connected the second near her right shoulder and a third at her other side. Finally, he attached a rope between her chest bindings and her boots at three points. He stepped back, no longer touching or supporting her. Excitement and trepidation warred inside her as her heart thudded loudly in her chest. She was well and truly restrained and subject to his will.

  Silence permeated the room as he waited. She knew he was letting her experience the full effect of complete movement restriction, which she accepted without protest. Completely vulnerable to him with all her soft spots exposed, she felt intensely moved by the total exchange of power. It was a heady moment of realization that he could do anything to her and she was helpless to stop him, except… There was a word. A single agreed upon word that would put an end to it all. A wave of arousal hit as she realized she had that power, but she didn’t want it. Not now, maybe never. She wanted to be controlled absolutely by this man, to submit to his will and experience the thrill that came with her surrender.

  When Jonas spoke, breaking the prolonged silence, his voice was husky with desire. “You are stunning.” His next command was rough, his voice raw with emotion. “Open your eyes for me.”

  Her eyes blinked open and she gazed at their reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored wall directly in front of her. With her hair cinched, she couldn’t look elsewhere. Her lips parted as her breath quickened in silent awe of his work. With the back of his forefinger, he caressed her cheek and jaw gently, as if treasuring every curve. At her shoulder, his hand turned to glide, palm down, over her bound torso and rounded hips.

  “See the beauty in your submission, dorei.”

  With an impassioned gaze, Lexie watched in the mirror as he touched her, testing the ropes methodically, running a finger under pressure points, checking her circulation.

  “Wiggle your fingers.” When she did, he nodded and stepped back. “Anything feel pinched? Any numbness or tingling?”

  “No, Sensei.”

  “You will safeword yellow if you feel any of that. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sensei.”

  Short choppy sentences were all that she could manage such was her state of euphoria. Her heart lurched as he went to the rack. When he returned, he stood behind her, running the flails of a flogger through his fingers. Lexie licked her dry lips, sucking in as much breath as she could as her excitement rose to new peaks.

  “Your punishment for being disrespectful will be a flogging. A far cry from what I had planned, but these things happen.”

  “Jonas,” she breathed his name, unable to say more because of her anxiety.

  A crack, like the retort of a gun, echoed through the nearly empty room. The next instant, a blazing fire spread across her bottom where his spank had landed.

  “Respectful address, try again.”

  “I’m a little scared, Sensei.”

  “Better. You have to learn to trust me, dorei. Do you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You will come to realize that I am always careful with you. No more talking now, it’s a waste of breath. I told you that if you were ever in this position, the punishment decision had already been made. You will accept your lesson gracefully, won’t you?”

  “Yes, Sensei.”

  “Good girl.”

  Taking a step back, he moved to her side. Her eyes were transfixed as she watched him swing the multi-strand whip. She tensed as the whoosh of the leather tails flew toward her skin. When they landed, it was a soft, gentle caress.

  He grunted. “The ropes are obstructing my target. Let’s get rid of your matanawa, shall we?”

  Lexie’s confusion at the vaguely familiar term was cleared up when he released the crotch rope in the back allowing it to fall freely until it hung from her waist in front. She wiggled a bit as the cool air in the room wafted across her warm, wet center.

  “Let’s try again.”

  Returning to his position at her side, he extended his arm and gave a flick of his wrist. The same whooshing sound preceded the floggers caress. He continued, the strokes gradually coming faster, and a bit heavier. Soon he had the flogger moving in a circular motion with just the ends striking the taut skin of her bottom. After several moments, he slowly changed the angle, moving from one side to the other. Soon he was alternating cheeks and thighs. The caress had changed from soft to stinging, but with no real pain.

  A pattern to his strokes soon became clear. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, thwap. Three light strokes, then a hard one. Again, the pattern repeated. The last of the four was the hardest and stung like blue blazes causing Lexie to yelp. Instantly, his hand found her bottom.

  “Pink and warm, exactly what I’m aiming for,” was his murmured assessment before he resumed.

  As the next stroke fell, she cried out, although it wasn’t from pain.

  “What color are you, dorei?” He asked without a break in his rhythm.

  “Green.”

  As he continued the pattern, time seemed suspended. Heat built with the sting on her bottom and thighs while a burning hotness also stirred in her core. The feelings co-mingled and in her mind were difficult to distinguish. At last, she was unable to contain herself any longer and let out a
soft sob. “Please, Sensei. I’m sorry.”

  The flogger stopped and he stepped closer, his hand stroking over her skin. “Shh, I know you’re sorry and you’re taking your punishment so well. Think about what you did and remember this feeling so that it’s not repeated. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Are you ready to continue?”

  “It stings.”

  “Such is a punishment, or else it wouldn’t be effective, would it?” Crouching in front of her, he brushed his lips across her brow. Leaning back, he stroked the plaited handle along her jaw. “This is my favorite flogger. It’s made of deerskin, very lightweight and is just right for beginners. You’ll find that I haven’t raised a single welt or blister, only pretty pink skin. Now then, I want you to answer truthfully: is it worse than my hand?”

  “No, Sir, your hand is much harder.”

  “How about the wooden hairbrush? Is this worse than the brush?”

  She shook her head as much as she could. “No, Sir. I guess I’m just a wimp.”

  He chuckled. “More like your remorse over your slip of the tongue is magnifying the experience. In another situation, this baby will have you soaring.”

  “I do feel bad about insulting Sean. I don’t know what came over me. My filter is usually more efficient.”

  “This is how this works. You’ll take your punishment and we’ll move on. No further consequences or condemnation unless the behavior is repeated. So stop beating yourself up about it.” He kissed her once more and then gave her a wink. “Anyhow, that’s my job.”

  She huffed a little laugh as he stood.

  “Carrying on then... If it gets too much, Lexie, remember your safewords.”

  The flogging resumed, except he gave her tender butt a reprieve by focusing on her uppermost thighs. This brought the ends close to her exposed and vulnerable pussy, landing occasionally on her full, plump lips. Lexie let out a startled yelp, half way between alarm and delight each time the lash fell near her clit.

  After heating up her thighs, Jonas again stopped and checked in. Sweeping gently over her burning skin, his fingers moved to her smooth, wet lips and dipped inside. Lexie forgot about one fire to concentrate on another. She couldn’t hold back her groan. He stroked there for a few seconds as she whimpered.

  “You’re very wet, Sunshine. Once we’re done here, we’ll see to our pleasure.”

  In an instant, the flogger was back in action. The pattern forgotten, the flails fell more lightly as he brought them upward, connecting with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Each stroke also brushed against her pussy. He was right; the flogger had her soaring. She felt the tightness building low in her belly just as a swipe landed a direct lick on her tingling clit. Her high-pitched moan split the air as Jonas concentrated on that particular spot, repeatedly flailing away. The sensual torture being too much to bear, Lexie came undone and cried out her release.

  She shouted his name as he found her bottom with his hands. Tender and inflamed, he spread her open as his fingers penetrated her spasming pussy. Although she had just come, she longed for more, for what she truly needed—his hardness, possessing her, filling her, and making her complete. Jonas did not deny her.

  Before the clatter of the dropped flogger on the hard floor ceased, he entered her. His hands clasped her hips firmly, steadying as he began to thrust inside. Soon, he was pistoning into her so hard that his skin, slapping against her thighs and buttocks, started up a reminiscent whapping sound. Blessedly, no sting or discomfort accompanied this sound, only intense pleasure as he moved within her. As he rushed toward his climax, she was swept along. She could hear his heavy breathing. Grunting exhales of air accompanied each powerful thrust as he touched deep in her core.

  A throaty cry, along with Lexie’s toes curling as her body convulsed, signaled another mind-blowing orgasm was once again overtaking her. While she soared in the aftermath, she watched the mirror, fascinated by the beauty and strength of Jonas’ passion. His corded muscles rippled under glistening skin, flexing and bulging with strain as he approached his release. She watched in rapt wonder as his pleasure consumed him—a more beautiful sight she’d never seen. She felt him shudder against her as he came, his cock jerking and surging deep inside her, his head thrown back as he released a strident roar.

  Looking up at his handsome face reflected in the mirror, she was mesmerized by his blue eyes ablaze with passion. As they stared at each other, an awareness came to Lexie. They were perfectly matched, as if made for each other, their interests, their personalities, and their bodies fit together just right. Even their kinks were complementary. If she searched the world over for the rest of her days, she knew she’d never find another man as perfect for her as Jonas.

  Chapter Twelve

  The following week, Jonas returned to full duty. For Lexie, this meant seeing less of him. Depending upon her work schedule, he stopped by her place, or when she had a day off, they spent the night before at his condo. No matter where they ended up, she awoke in his arms.

  He was spending long, eye-straining hours at the computer with two ongoing investigations. Both were high priority, one business, the other personal. Unfortunately, this meant the drug task force took precedence over the email threats against the judge and The Club owners.

  Jonas did have some time to spend on the latter and had explained how he was tracking down IP addresses through proxy servers and WANs. He’d laughed when her eyes had glazed over, computers as foreign to her as medical terminology was to him. He’d summed it up by acknowledging a number of promising leads and stating that it was just a matter of time before they found their culprit.

  The rest of his time was spent with Sean locking down security at The Club. They added video cameras at all exits that would be monitored by Rossi. Electronic locks were added at all locations and would alarm at any invalid door access. For added security, outside entrances would require a thumbprint scan, which meant only owners and high-level staff would have access. Dex was reviewing membership files and any suspicious findings were turned over to Rossi for further investigation. This meant the file came back to Jonas for a thorough and in depth background check.

  That was the extent of what Lexie knew. She was sure there was more that Jonas was not disclosing, like the cartel business. She felt fortunate to have coaxed as much as she had from her man. She smiled as she applied a second coat of mascara, thinking her friends might be able to fill in more detail when they meet tonight. After all, it was Wednesday, her LBD was short, tight and hot, and with margaritas flowing, lips often got loose.

  The lounge was packed as usual. All the tables including those in the bar area beyond were full, and it was standing room only around the perimeter. Members on the crowded dance floor could barely move an inch right or left before coming up against another writhing, gyrating body. As they danced, Elena’s husky voice belted out the lyrics to an awesome cover of Katy Perry’s Walking on Air. The song seemed to be written exactly for a D/s type of love, pushing limits harder… deeper… higher.

  Lexie, Moon and Regan sat at their usual stage-side table absorbing it all as Elena held her audience in the palm of her hand. The applause was thunderous as she wrapped up her first set, and Lexie had to lean in to be heard over the din of the crowd.

  “How does she always find the perfect song with just the right lyrics?”

  “She’s a freakin’ genius.” Regan beamed as she raised her glass. “And she’s all ours.”

  The girls answered with a lift of their own glasses: margaritas for all except for Lexie with her usual lemon drop martini.

  Moon frowned. “She is so awesome, she could be filling up stadiums and arenas worldwide, yet she hangs out in our Podunk town.”

  “She’d never leave Dex, not again. She loves him.” This was said by Megan, who walked up hearing the tail end of the conversation. “You’ll understand when you find your one.”

  Moon snorted. “If I had her talent, I su
re wouldn’t let some man hold me back.”

  “Spoken like a true Domme in the making.”

  Megan’s eyes looked at her twin in surprise. “Moon’s a Domme? Since when? Okay, fill me in on what I’ve missed. I’m dying for adult conversation, and I only have an hour before Cap takes me back to my two hellions.”

  “Are they keeping you busy, Meg?” Lexie smiled at her friend. Looking at her, no one would ever guess she delivered twins two months ago. Her form-fitting little black dress was made of an unforgiving clingy material, her stomach was flat and she looked like she hadn’t retained an ounce of baby weight. “You look fantastic, by the way.”

  She smiled at the compliment as she smoothed her hands down her waist and rounded hips. “Thanks, Lex. I’ve found the best diet plan ever—breastfeeding twins. Between Connor and Caleb’s voracious appetites and double the work on everything: diapers, baths and late night feedings, Tony Rossi’s offspring gobble up every spare second of my time and every calorie. It’s the first time in my life I can eat virtually anything I want. It’s awesome.” As she said this, she pulled up a stool. Once seated, she grabbed the bowl of peanuts and began popping the nuts into her mouth—one after another—as if to prove her point. Her friends looked on, all smiles, and shook their heads when she ordered a diet coke without the rum.

  “What? Alcohol can transfer through the breast milk. Can you imagine two hung-over infants?” She shuddered at the thought.

  “Does Cap help you out?” Moon asked, obviously skeptical that the big, arrogant Dom lifted a finger to help his poor put upon wife.

  “Oh Moon, you should see him with the boys. He is the best daddy ever and they love him so. I’ll be close to tears trying to get them down for a nap, but all Tony has to do is speak softly in that deep baritone and they are putty in his hands.” She gave a little grin adding, “Just like their Mama.”

  “So how long before you get to play again, Meg?” Regan was full of questions for her sister, constantly comparing her own pregnancy, watching for similar milestones and depending on Megan to answer all her questions.