Unbind My Heart (Club Decadence)

by Maddie Taylor

  “Got it. Please be patient with me while I work through my insecurities, Jonas."

  “Don’t say anymore stupid things and we won’t have a problem.”

  Startled, she looked up at him, blinking as the water splattered off his chest into her face. The familiar words she’d so boldly thrown his way about his misplaced guilt were returned to her word for word.

  Anger now faded, he winked at her and lowered his head for a kiss. “We’ll work on those insecurities tonight, Sunshine.” With barely controlled passion, he took her lips, fiercely and clearly demonstrated his love for her.

  A short time later, Lexie sat on the bed, warm and rosy from the shower and their frantic lovemaking. She bit her lip, hiding her smile as she watched him rush around their room, pulling on his clothes. Still buttoning his shirt, he dropped a kiss on the top of her damp head, eyeing her towel-clad form with a groan. Her grin broke free as he tore out of the room, grumbling over his lack of self-control.

  ***

  The lights were warm against her skin; the fan blowing gently, lifting her hair as it flowed softly around her shoulders and down her back. She knelt on a padded mat, strewn with leaves in vivid fall colors of orange, red and gold. The gold was the exact color of the satiny robe that hung loosely open. Barely covering her shoulders it dipped low in the back as it fluttered in the gentle breeze from the fan. The karada hugged her body as the snuggly fitting harness bound her torso, the web-like design enhancing the beauty of her creamy soft skin. Her wrists were tied above her head and attached to the branch of the tree that was the backdrop to her pose.

  The stage was set. Her master’s deep, soothing voice, the bound submissive pose, and the varied sensations had arousal humming through her body. Collectively, it brought her once again to an altered state consciousness, as if she was floating. Her breathing was shallow as she listened to the soft drone of low male voices and the occasional click of a camera.

  “Deep breaths for me, dorei.” Jonas’ order was low and hushed, but still undoubtedly a command.

  She responded without thought, her rib cage expanding, her breasts lifting and swelling more. The hard peaks ached for attention as a groan slipped from between her now parted lips.

  “Almost done, beautiful, just a few more shots.”

  She felt his hand in her hair as he gently tugged until her head fell back, exposing her throat. He swept her hair back so it fell freely behind her leaving nothing to veil her bare breasts or the intricate rope work. One hand slid down her neck to her throat and caressed the vulnerable area that he knew was so sensitive. She whimpered and turned her face into his muscular forearm.

  “Be still,” he directed gently.

  Being under his command and submitting to his will caused more heat and moisture to pool between her thighs.

  “She’s stunning, Jonas.” The vaguely familiar male voice surprised her, and she jerked slightly—the photographer—she’d forgotten they weren’t alone. Feeling a prickle of alarm that threatened to pull her from her dream-like haze, she moved restlessly. Something light and airy seemed to float across her thigh, tickling her. Frowning, she remembered Jonas sprinkling a few leaves across the apex of her thighs, which were closed in her kneeling position leaving only her breasts and torso bare. She’d wanted to believe it was for Jonas alone, but there was a stranger here.

  “Easy, dorei, relax into your bonds.” His hand stroked down the length of her hair as he spoke quietly, soothing her and bringing her back to her floating, mindless state of pleasure.

  “Silence, Seth,” Jonas said in the same even tone. “I don’t want her pulled from rope space just yet. Get a few from behind and slightly to the right.”

  The hand stopped its caresses, and she heard him move away. She heard footsteps and rustling leaves as someone moved behind her, then several soft clicks of a camera.

  “Open your eyes and look at me.”

  Her Master’s voice, so compelling. With her head still arched backwards, she opened her eyes, and saw only Jonas. His blue eyes, brilliant in their intensity, bore into her.

  “That’s my girl, eyes on me.”

  She saw the ropes above her move as they pulled her bound hands a bit higher. He stepped back. With Jonas still visible on her periphery, she watched as a small smile played about his sexy full lips as he instructed her further.

  “Arch your back for me.”

  Fully responsive to his command, she arched, lifting her breasts higher. Her head tilted back until her long hair brushed her feet. Her impassioned gaze met his, and her tongue came out, wetting her dry lips. She wanted him so badly, her body buzzed in anticipation. Swaying slightly in the ropes, she wondered how much longer he planned to play.

  As if he’d read her mind, he said to the other man, “Get this last shot.”

  The clicking sounded again and picked up pace until it reached a crescendo only then did Jonas call and end to it.

  “Enough,” he stated as he approached, “we’re done for tonight.” His fingers worked at the knot near her wrists, and she whimpered in disappointment.

  “Please Master, not yet.”

  “Easy. I’m only removing the suspension rope. You and I are far from done.” Standing behind her, his legs provided support as he disconnected her and lowered her hands. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her to a couch nearby and sat with her on his lap.

  “I can see you two need some privacy. I’ll just take my cameras and come back for the rest of my equipment in the morning.” The photographer moved quickly around, packing up his bag. Lexie didn’t watch as she lay cuddled in Jonas’ arms, but she heard every movement. Several minutes later, he called from across the room. “I’ll have the proofs to you by Friday.”

  “Thanks for setting this up on short notice. Call me tomorrow and we’ll schedule the next session.”

  “It was my pleasure, believe me. Thank Lexie for me. I have to admit, buddy, I’m jealous as hell. You two have unbelievable chemistry. I’ve never seen a more beautiful and responsive rope slave. This book is gonna kick ass.”

  “Good night, Seth,” Jonas said dismissively, clearly not inviting chit chat.

  Turning her head, Lexie watched him walk away, muttering, “Damn, if that’s the quality of sub they’re attracting these days, I’ve got to get back to The Club.”

  Jonas hugged her tighter. With a hand to her jaw, he turned her face back to him. It lingered there, his thumb softly stroking her cheek.

  “Have you come back to me, Sunshine?”

  “Yes, Master, but I’m still floating.”

  “I imagine you are. You were in pretty deep.” His hands began to work on the binding around her wrists as he spoke. She opened her eyes, still dazed while she watched. Were they done?

  “Please, don’t take them off.”

  His eyes lifted to hers, and she knew he saw the disappointment she felt. He lifted a long finger and brushed it over her forehead, smoothing the skin between her brows before his fingertip glided down her nose. He tapped the end gently.

  “Are you frowning at me?” He asked, quirking his brow in question. “Is that a good idea, especially for a girl asking for a reward?”

  “It’s just your ropes feels so good against my skin. It seems like forever since you last bound me.”

  “Baby, did you forget being tied to my headboard only yesterday?”

  “Like I said, forever.”

  He chuckled as he continued to work. “I think I’ve created a Shibari junky.” Once both wrists were free, he began to massage her gently, her wrists, hands and upward to her shoulders. “Tell me how you felt posing in front of Seth.”

  “Except for the sounds of his camera, I barely noticed him. Until the end, I forgot he was here.”

  “You reacted to his voice. He was supposed to be silent.”

  “Yes, but you touched me, then you spoke and lulled me right back in. Your voice is so undeniable, I believe you could have told me to come, and I would have, on the spot.
”

  “Mm…interesting. That gives us something to explore the next time. I’ll look forward to it.” They lapsed into silence as he continued to caress her, his hand sliding down to the scar on her chest. She looked down, watching him. He had tied a knot over the still-reddened mark so that it was barely visible with just the edges showing around the knotted rope.

  “Seth found you beautiful. He was patently aroused the whole time. I couldn’t help noticing when he paused every other minute to adjust himself.” Jonas’ fingers trailed lower, returning to play at her breast as he spoke. With the tip of one finger, he traced the outer edge of her nipple, watching as it wrinkled and peaked. “He didn’t notice any flaws or imperfections. I can promise you that.”

  “You were right as usual, Master.”

  “Maybe in the future, you will trust me to know what is best for you, dorei.”

  She flushed at his gentle scolding.

  “Can you stand for me?” Jonas assisted her to her feet. “Turn.”

  Obeying his commands without question, she turned her back and felt him slipping the satin robe from her body. Next would come the body harness he had tied so beautifully. She sighed, disappointment obvious in the exhalation.

  His large hand connected with her bare bottom and she jerked in surprise. Not so much from the sting, which was considerable, but the unexpectedness of the swat.

  “Stop sighing, Lexie. I’m not going to leave you wanting.”

  “Truly?”

  “Yes, it shows your impatience and isn’t respectful.”

  “Not that part, the part about not leaving me wanting. I’m wanting pretty bad, Master.”

  Jonas made an odd noise, and when she glanced at him over her shoulder, she saw he was trying to stifle a laugh.

  “What’s funny?”

  “I was just thinking how bratty and bossy you’ve gotten since you’ve been sidelined with your injuries. Must I remind you who is the top and who is the bottom? Just who is the Sensei here, Lexie?”

  “You are my Master, of course.”

  “Yet, you’ve frowned, interrupted, complained when I untied you, well, not in so many words but the sounds of your disappointment were clear. We’ll have to do some re-training when I get you to The Club. You can watch the other subs and learn proper behavior.”

  Retraining and club play sounded heavenly to Lexie. “Yes, please, Master.”

  Her eagerness had him chuckling again. “Turn again and straddle me. I think it’s time I fuck my beautiful slave girl while she’s wearing my ropes.”

  Lexie spun, and wearing only the karada, climbed astride him. His strong hands steadied her at the hips as she settled into the intimate position.

  “Absolutely beautiful,” he murmured as his hands glided over her body. “Lean back while I play.” Offering herself freely, she reached behind to where her butt perched on his thighs, finding and gripping him just above his knees.

  “Tilt your head back.” Again, she did as he bade her, her obedience rewarded by the warm glide of his hands from her hips up to her breasts. He played there at length, tweaking and rolling her already tight nipples until she was moaning and writhing on his lap. His touch reignited the simmering flame inside her and she hungered for more. Restless with longing, she opened her mouth to beg for release, but her breath caught in her throat. In that instant, a finger slipped into the slick folds of her pussy, spread wide by her splayed position.

  “You’re dripping wet.”

  Unsure if a response was required; she remained silent, delighting in his hands upon her.

  “Any more reservations about posing for me?”

  “None.”

  “So I won’t hear any more derogatory comments about not being good enough, or beautiful enough to pose for me?”

  “Never, Master.”

  “That’s my good girl.”

  His arm slipped around her waist as he pulled her in closer, his mouth picking up were his hands had left off, teasing, sucking and gently biting her nipple.

  “Raise up a bit.” Responding instantly to his urgent demands, she rose up on her knees, watching as he unzipped his fly and released his cock. He aligned himself with her and impaled her weeping hot center, growling as she sank onto him. “Damn, you feel good, Lex. Ride me now, baby.”

  Jonas’ mouth recaptured a nipple as his hands guided her hips into a fast-paced rhythm. Her hands flew up to grip his shoulders as he began to glide her up and down his shaft.

  “I have no control with you, Lex. Are you with me? I want to feel you come as your pussy weeps for me.” As he spoke, the fingers of one hand hooked into the knotted ropes at her hip, anchoring her close but also giving him leverage to keep the rhythm going. With his free hand, he sought her clit. His thumb connected with the humming nerve bundle and he worked it, flicking back and forth, just as she liked it.

  “I’m so with you and ready to come.” Her head fell back as she spiraled toward that beckoning peak. Her body undulated against him as he directed her movements, driving up into her with each downward glide on his cock. “Please—let me—” She couldn’t continue, robbed of speech as he adjusted the angle and the pressure. Each plunge now grazed her sweet spot, the one sure to make her mindless with pleasure.

  “Come all over me, sweet Sunshine. Let me feel your pussy clamp down like you’ll never let go.”

  She cried out as her body let go, convulsing helplessly as she flew apart in his arms. A gush of wetness surged forth as she gripped him tightly. His groan signaled his body’s release. He stiffened while deep inside, then pumped into her once, twice, three times more before his hot come splashed within her.

  Lexie collapsed against him, breathing heavily, totally zapped of energy.

  “Fucking you is so beautiful, baby,” he whispered in her ear, “like nothing else.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  She rushed into the dojo and practically ran up the steps to the studio, her bodyguard’s long strides easily matching hers. As she glanced at her phone, she noticed she was twenty minutes late. This was not a good way to come back after a seven-week long hiatus. Already pulling off her jacket, she pushed through the studio door and paused mid-stride. She stopped so abruptly that Kyle’s big body slammed into her from behind, knocking her gracelessly into the room, drawing everyone’s attention. Fortunately, Kyle’s quick hands kept her from face planting into the floor and losing a couple of teeth.

  “Sheesh, Lex. Give a guy a warning before you slam on the brakes next time. Are you all right?”

  “Fine, sorry,” she said quietly. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. The women were topless and in the process of being bound by their masters. It wasn’t the array of bare breasts that startled her most; it was the sight of Jonas tying up another woman. Jealousy raced through her from the tips of her toes, up her rigid spine, ending with a flood of heat in her cheeks. An irrational response—yes—she realized it straightaway. He was the sensei, his model was late, and the class must go on, but that didn’t ease Lexie’s hurt and anger.

  She tried to look at the scene with rational intelligence as she attempted to get her emotions under control. Jonas’ face was impassive as his nimble fingers worked the ropes expertly around the woman’s bare upper body. All under the watchful eyes of her stand-in’s Dom, who stood only inches away. Still, the resentment and possessiveness flared, both shocking in their intensity. Good God, Lexie! He is in a room full of people, all there for the same purpose. Nothing sexual was happening. She had seen a lot more than bare boobs at The Club, what was wrong with her?

  Forcing herself to snap out of it, she moved into the room and set down her belongings. “I’ll join Sandra now, Lex,” Kyle said in a low voice, “since Jonas has you covered here.”

  Nodding absently, she watched as he walked over to his wife. It was their first class. She’d forgotten and felt bad for having kept him. Her eyes swept the group who had returned to their lesson unperturbed by the interruption. Lexie was
unsure of what to do next. The planning meeting for the new clinic had run longer than expected, and her tardiness couldn’t be helped. Kyle had made sure to keep Jonas up to speed on their ETA. Had she expected everyone to wait for her? Of course not, she hadn’t expected to see someone else in Jonas’ ropes either. It was disturbing; this was theirs, or so she thought.

  She stood on the sidelines, waiting. His deep voice, although soft in volume, carried well within the space as he talked the group through the Shinju breast tie.

  “When you have the tie completed, get comfortable while I demonstrate how it can start as a base for some very creative and more advanced Shibari.”

  Lex heard that and fumed. He hadn’t even acknowledged her presence yet. Was he planning to get creative and advanced with someone other than her? If that were the case, she’d just head on home now. She was hungry, tired and irritable. She’d been released to return to work part-time, but with the clinic nearly destroyed, there hadn’t been much to do except attend planning meetings. They were draining and although she’d never let on to Jonas, she still tired easily. She couldn’t believe how much she’d missed her afternoon nap. Fatigue, in part, was the reason for her irrational thinking she was certain. She wanted to brush it aside, but she couldn’t.

  “Lexie? Are you planning to join us or just stand there glaring daggers through my back?”

  All eyes flew to her and she flushed again, this time with embarrassment. She was also surprised. Did he have eyes in the back of his head? She crossed the room, quickly arriving at his side.

  “My meeting ran late, Master. I’m sorry.”

  “Kyle told me. That’s fine.” He still hadn’t looked at her. In fact, his eyes were fixed on the other side of the room. She followed his gaze until she saw what was fascinating him. He was watching her reflection in the mirror on the far wall. Had that always been there? At last, he turned to look down at her. “What has gotten you in such a snit this evening, Sunshine?”

  “Nothing important.”

  “I doubt that’s the truth, because you looked ready to storm out a few minutes ago.”