What About Love (Club Decadence Book 6)

by Maddie Taylor

  “I’m fine, T, really. This just comes as a shock.” Her hand rose to grip one of his at the wrist. “These poor women are being victimized because they look like me.”

  A bang through the speaker made Angie jump. It was as if Cap had slammed his fist into something. “I can’t believe we’ve been scouring all of Texas for that motherfucker and the whole time he’s been the one terrorizing our club in L.A.”

  “I’m not surprised,” Angie replied. “He blames me and Rossi for messing up the good thing he had going. Although what works in our favor, I think, is that he’s arrogant and thinks he’s invincible.”

  “He’s got balls, I’ll give him that.” Cap said, anger ringing in his voice not admiration. “It was too hot in San Antonio, so the next best place to exact his revenge against Rossi is Decadence L.A. Targeting lookalike subs is pretty damn sick, though.”

  “It’s almost time to open,” Eric announced, his eyes homing in on Angie. “Are you ready?”

  She wasn’t, but what else could be done. At this point they had no real evidence, only supposition. They had to lure him in and lock him down, and who better for the job than the archetype for his hatred and revenge. “I’m ready,” she agreed, ignoring the waves of intensity radiating off the man at her back.

  Chapter Fifteen

  This was her third consecutive night at the club and she’d never seen a crowd this big.

  “It’s the voyeurs. Carousel draws them in.”

  She looked up at the man who stood at the end of the booth where Eric had settled her and dared her to move until he or one of his men came to fetch her. His unyielding tone and stern expression were effective in keeping her in place, as was the memory of the huge mistake she’d made with the sadist Gregory, with an e and a y.

  “So I was warned, Sir,” she answered with a nod, going right back to worrying her lower lip. She’d noticed the stations were clearing out as the booths filled up with twenty minutes remaining in advance of the big event. “It appears they drop everything for the show.”

  “Yes.” He lifted his chin toward the second floor railing. “It’s standing room only in the crow’s nest already.”

  Her gaze followed his to the loft, where members stood shoulder-to-shoulder at the railing.

  “I’m Master Jerry, love.”

  “Nice to meet you, Sir. I’m afraid my hello will also be my good-bye because come tomorrow I hope to be running home to Texas with my tail between my legs.”

  He smiled sympathetically. “It’s going to be okay, Angie. You can trust Master T.”

  “You’re a friend?”

  “I am. I’m also a Rossi man and one of the Masters here. Eric sent me to escort you to T.” He offered his arm. When she didn’t move, he lifted her hand and folded it in the crook of his elbow. “You can trust him, brave girl.”

  Taking a long indrawn breath to settle her quivering insides, she rose and walked with him to the center of the room. They passed a placard on an easel. Her name in bold letters jumped out at her. Alongside it was her offense, disobeying the Master Dom. Holy shit! She quickly scanned down the list of the other sub’s offenses. Blatant disrespect was beside one name, disobeying a dungeon monitor was listed twice, the last two were designated as volunteers.

  “Volunteers?” She arched a brow at Master Jerry in question.

  “Believe it or not, what you dread, others crave. Some volunteers wait months for a ride. We have a lot of naughty subs here in L.A.—intentional or not—although for some reason, this was an unusually slow week. So two lucky volunteers get to take a bench.”

  Lucky, was he nuts? Her head angled up see if he was perhaps pulling her leg, but he nodded, seeming completely sincere.

  “And here I thought I was brave when I volunteered to give blood. This is taking it to a whole new level.”

  His laugh rumbled in his chest, soft and low like thunder in a retreating storm. He was charming, with an easy smile, the warm hand over hers comforting in a sense. The reprieve from her anxiety lasted only an instant.

  “Here we are, love.” As he pulled her to a stop, he gave her an encouraging smile. “When it’s done, I hope to find you and discover if your reality is as bad as you’ve built it up to be. I’m hoping it’s not.”

  With a little squeeze, he removed her hand from his arm and passed her off to another. This time when she looked up, mocha brown eyes stared down at her intently.

  “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

  She took a moment to breath, gathering her strength. A spanking and a blow job were nothing in the scheme of things, not when lives were on the line. Besides, this was T. Cap, Eric, Val, and now Master Jerry had all said he could be trusted. And, it wasn’t like she hadn’t dreamed of him or fantasized about touching him, or of T returning the favor, and most recently of taking him into her mouth. If it was someone else, she doubted she’d have the courage.

  With unwavering determination—or supreme idiocy—she looked up at him and affirmed, “I’m sure.”

  “It’s never too late. At any point you want to stop, say red. I’ll support your decision one hundred percent whether you whisper or scream it to the rafters.”

  “He’s done this because of me. This is my fault.”

  The concern on his face morphed into anger as his brows slammed together. His hand caught her jaw, tipping her head back. “Wrong,” he bit out. “You do not take on his shit, Angie. You have no blame in this.”

  “I provoked him.”

  “He’s a prick decades in the making. Although you may have incited his anger, you didn’t make the bastard kidnap, rape and kill. That’s on him. Am I clear?”

  She peered up at him knowing he was right, yet, being the prototype for a deranged killer made it hard to believe. Still, she nodded, “You’re clear, T. Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me too soon because what I have to say next you aren’t going to like.”

  She caught her lip between her teeth, in both apprehension and confusion. What now?

  “Strip, darlin’. It’s time.”

  With a bravado she didn’t feel, she pulled the tie at the back of her neck. The slick material slithered down her chest where it gathered at her hips. With a little shimmy, she helped it along and it soon whooshed down her legs and pooled around her bare feet. She kicked it away and waited for more instructions.

  “The panties go too, beautiful.”

  She knew that. Val had explained the rules and the dress code for this ride was all bare. Hesitantly, she dipped her thumbs inside the stretchy lace and peeled the thong down her thighs, letting them drop.

  He offered an outstretched hand. “Step out.”

  As quick as she did, an attendant rushed in and swept them away.

  “There’s a brave girl. Over the bench now.”

  With his hand low on her back, she stepped to the kneeler and settled her upper body across the padded top rail. Warm fingers on her inner thighs nudged her legs apart and secured straps firmly above her knees and around her ankles. He trailed his fingers lightly up her back when he moved to the head of the bench. Although she lay still while T crouched and cuffed her wrists, her eyes roamed the circle. The other five benches were already occupied, a Dom at each end, a sub restrained and awaiting justice between them.

  Many of the Doms she recognized as Decadence Masters: Samson, Kieran, George from the first night.

  “Uh, T?”

  “Yes, Angie?” he asked looking up, his experienced fingers adeptly finishing their task by touch alone.

  “Um, do I know who’s standing behind me?”

  “It’s Jerry. He brought you to me. Everyone who will touch you tonight was hand selected by me. They’re men that I know and trust. More importantly, I trust them with you.”

  Heat flooded her face. “I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing.”

  “Trust me, darlin’, it was a requirement or you wouldn’t be here right now.” The backs of his fingers grazed her cheek in a soft care
ss as he stood.

  “All secure?” Her eyes shifted to the owner of the gravelly voice. Master Samson was manning the controls. Hearing six confirmations, he flipped a switch and the carousel began to move, rising slowly. She took a shuddering breath. This was really happening. As the platform came to a stop, it began to revolve at a snail’s pace. The only way she could really tell they were moving was by the slow progression of the faces of the onlookers at the second floor rail.

  T squatted in front of her again. “I can make this easier, if you’ll let me.”

  “How?”

  “Submit to me. I’ll touch you like I did that time back home.” His lips caught hers, moving warm and gentle over hers as he spoke. “I can keep you distracted,” his tongue licked along her lower lip, “and aroused. Heightening your pleasure will diminish any pain.”

  His hand brushed over her cheek before sinking into her hair, sending a spark of heat through her entire body as he deepened the kiss.

  “I need an answer now, Angie.”

  “Yes. I’m all for easy.”

  “That’s my girl,” he murmured against her lips. T then ordered much louder, “Begin.” Confused at first, his command became clear when a smack of a broad hand fell upon her behind.

  She yelped into his mouth. It hadn’t hurt. It was the abrupt onset that was startling.

  “Concentrate on me.”

  As his touch enthralled and his kisses intoxicated, Angie doubted that would be a problem. Opening her mouth wider under his, she moaned. Instantly, his tongue delved deep. Long fingers combed through her hair while his other hand wrapped around the back of her neck, his thumb at her jaw, holding her firmly in place for his increasingly ardent kiss.

  More spanks fell, although they barely registered as befuddled as she was by T’s relentless invasion of her mouth. Her body warmed, the heat not limited to her rear end.

  Distantly, a chime sounded and the spanks stopped.

  T’s mouth eased back, but didn’t leave her, instead he nibbled and teased her lower lip.

  “One stage down, baby. You’re doing great.”

  Although dazed by his attention, a hand lightly touching her bottom broke into her euphoria. Not T’s, definitely, both of his hands were stroking her hair. As she tensed, his words eased her. “Relax, the second stage is all about pleasure.”

  He sipped at her mouth, as a stranger’s fingers spread her pussy lips. Something smooth touched between her lips, and the next instant began vibrating. Unbridle cries of pleasure rose around her, breaking free from her cohorts who she knew were experiencing the same thing. Oddly, the commonality, knowing she wasn’t going through this alone, settled her further. She relaxed into the buzzing sensations that ran over her spread lips and circled her clit round and round as she savored the taste of T on her tongue. She whimpered low in her throat when his hand palmed her breast and his fingers captured a taut nipple.

  Her body couldn’t contain its response and like the others, her cries broke free.

  “Come for me,” T demanded. “As beautifully as you did the other night.” The increased pressure, as his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled the hard peak, gave her the impetus to soar. Her body jerked and shuddered as she found her release.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, his breath hot and mingling with hers.

  His busy fingers didn’t quit as the chime rang again. After a pause as they rotated, new fingers on her bottom touched her higher. They spread her cleft and she felt something cold between her cheeks.

  “T,” she gasped in alarm.

  “Easy.” He lifted his head and caught her gaze. “I chose a very small plug. The carousel has never run without an anal stage. It would be suspect if we broke tradition tonight.”

  She tensed as she felt the tip penetrate.

  “Take it for me, little bit. If you do, I think you’ll find you enjoy it.” His mouth found hers again as both hands played with her breasts. “Imagine that it’s only you and me.”

  Coming back in a rush, his words replayed in her head.

  “Everyone who will touch you tonight was hand selected by me.”

  “I trust them with you.”

  “Take it for me.”

  “Come for me.”

  “Submit to me.”

  He’d done what he could to make this endurable for her and then he’d done more. Strangely, despite the bizarre event, she felt cared for and protected. It made her want to do everything he asked, to give herself over to him, relinquishing all control and submitting fully to him. It occurred to her in that moment that this is exactly what BDSM was all about and she might just be, as he’d always said, submissive.

  She relaxed, and as she did the plug slid home. Being the first time she’d ever had anything back there, she was surprised at the pleasurable fullness, even more so when it began to buzz and vibrate rapidly.

  Soon, the third chime sounded.

  “That’s my good girl. You’re halfway home.” His praise made her smile, giving her almost as much enjoyment as his kisses.

  Fingers brushed her inner thighs as straps were wrapped around them. “What’s next, T?”

  “No worries, stage four is pleasure too.”

  A few moments passed as the straps were adjusted, then something was aligned between her lips at the top of her slit. Vibrations began again, albeit ten times more intense with the new buzzing device positioned directly over her already sensitized clit. Immediately, she climbed to the brink of climax once more.

  “It’s a butterfly vibe.” T’s husky voice hummed in her ear as he licked and nibbled the length of her neck. “You’ll have it and the plug for the rest of the ride.”

  The next chime seemed to come more quickly.

  “Stage five is a suede flogger. The Dom who wields it is an expert with the lash. He’ll go easy. Only one more after this and you’re done.”

  No. Something was missing. “What’s six?”

  “You don’t need to know.”

  “I do.”

  Her insistence was met with silence.

  “T!”

  “Stage six is double penetration.”

  Her mouth fell open for a moment. Val had said no vaginal penetration, but oral and anal would count as two. Okay, she was prepared for that. “T—”

  “I won’t ask.”

  “That will be every bit as suspect as no anal, won’t it?”

  The flogger falling across both cheeks made her gasp. Not from pain, rather from the tails nudging the plug and butterfly more firmly in place. As she tried to remember what she was saying, another stroke landed, and another. As T’s tongue licked along her lips again, her mouth parted in invitation. With another lashing, the point she was trying to make somehow came surging back.

  “T, it’s okay.” She groaned as the tails caught the plug, shifting it deeper inside her.

  “No, this is enough.”

  “Don’t you want me to?”

  “Hell, yeah,” he breathed against her lips. “Watching this, seeing how beautifully you come, kissing you, touching you, my dick is as hard as iron with need for you, baby.”

  “Then do it, please. I want to give you pleasure, too.”

  Separate from their hushed conversation, the lash continued to fall.

  His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back. He searched her flushed face, as if he could divine her thoughts.

  “I want to, Sir,” she urged. “Please.”

  Clearly torn, he hesitated. As the chime rang out again, he exhaled heavily and gave a quick nod. Warm lips and a delving tongue consumed her briefly, then he stood, releasing his cock from his leather pants. Her first glimpse was fleeting, though long enough to see he was proportionate, everywhere, this part of him, possibly more so. Eagerly she wet her lips, never having wanted to give head as much as she did now.

  He kept a firm grip on her hair and he guided his hard length to her lips. Her tongue came out to lick the smooth tip once before he slipped inside.
She took him deep, at the same time the anal plug kicked up a notch. As T’s cock tested the confines of her mouth, her ass was abuzz, as was her clit from the butterfly. A new sensation was introduced as something flexible, maybe a paddle or a strap, fell across the lower curve of her cheeks with moderate heat. Way over stimulated, she couldn’t hold back, her body jerking in her bonds as she came, her mouth opening on a cry around T’s glorious possession.

  Soon, a different chime sounded. Vaguely, Angie recognized applause, cheers and a few ribald comments. At the same time, T slowly withdrew. Clearly, the sound signified the end of the carousel. T’s action confirmed it as he laced up and moved quickly around the bench, first removing all toys, plugs and devices, then releasing her restraints.

  The soft fuzz of a blanket soothed her inflamed skin, grazing her heated ass before it was draped over all of her. The next thing she knew, she was scooped up in his arms and held securely while the platform lowered to the floor. When it stopped, he moved quickly, carrying her through the crowd. To where, she didn’t know and at this point, she didn’t care. Burying her face in his neck, she blocked out the smiling, approving faces of the spectators.

  All Angie wanted was to linger in his embrace for as long as she could, to savor the closeness of the last hour. The absurdity of finding intimacy while strangers touched her pussy and ass in the middle of a crowded sex club was not lost on her. It was T who had made it special.

  *****

  As she cuddled her soft body against him, the warm brush of her breath against his neck made him ache, as did the sounds of contentment emerging from her throat. The memory of her hot, wet mouth surrounding him, sucking him greedily and taking him deep stirred a visceral reaction in his still iron hard erection. It pressed uncomfortably against his zippered fly as he moved, tempting him to throw her across the nearest bench in the public room and take her, hard and fast like he’d wanted to for so long.

  Controlling his need tonight had been nearly impossible. He hadn’t meant to take his dick out of his pants, the final stage be damned. His plan entailed dropping under the bench and putting his mouth on the hard pointed nipples that had taunted him for the past hour, adding to her pleasure, but denying his own. That plan had changed when she stared up at him imploringly, her beautiful eyes glowing more amber than green or brown, and rife with passion. Her rosy lips, faintly swollen from his kisses had parted in invitation, still glistening with moisture left by the slow glide of her tempting pink tongue.