Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Club Decadence: Meet Master Dex. Quiet, cool, distant... he's not the same man without his Elena.

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Today's featured Decadence Master is Dex Russell. Not only is he an expert with the single-tail, but he's also the best bounty hunter on Rossi's staff and the managing partner for the club. But Dex is different since returning from the war. No longer the outgoing, gregarious, extrovert he once was, he is remote, cool and distant.

It isn't the war that plagues him, it's his personal past. It's the loss of Elena, his true submissive, the perfect counterpart to his innate dominance. Will he ever be able to put her behind him and move on? 

An NSFW, emotional, roller-coaster-ride of an excerpt from Little Light of Mine, book 3 in the Club Decadence series:

“Take me deeper,” he said in a strained voice as she worked him.
Concentrating on the underside with the point of her tongue, she then swirled around the head before doing as he ordered and sucking him deep. Her cheeks hollowed as she increased the suction.
He started to move his hips, gliding his hardness in and out of her scalding hot mouth.
At his deep groan of contentment, she warmed inside, remembering well how pleasing him made her feel. So intently focused on him and his response, her hands had stilled between her legs.
Tugging on her hair, Dex reprimanded, “Pay attention. Keep that vibe busy on your clit.”
She quickly resumed the slow circling as she stared up at him, so perfect and so hot, his gaze was between her spread thighs. Moving a hand to her breasts he flicked each clamp, in turn, keeping her on edge with the pleasure-pain. The other hand maintained a firm grip in her hair, guiding and controlling her head thereby allowing him to dominate her mouth with his hard cock.
As though he couldn’t keep it up much longer, he reluctantly pulled out of her mouth, saying in a rough growl, “Arms over your head, sub.”
Elena gratefully removed the vibe from her throbbing clit and raised her arms over her head where he relieved her of the toy. He then raised the table to about thirty degrees and clipped her wrists to the eyebolts hidden at the top. He returned to his place between her spread and restrained legs and paused for a moment, his eyes gliding over every inch of her.
His hand moved over his aching cock as he watched her, seeming pleased with the moisture that covered her skin and the flush of her face from the exertion of holding back her orgasm. His eyes dipped to her still clamped tits, before returning to her spread, sopping wet pussy. He slipped the broad head of his cock between her swollen wet lips.
She had so much honey that lube was unnecessary. She could hear the sound of her wetness, as he slid along her swollen skin, moving more of her moisture down to her ass, preparing her for his penetration. “I’m going to take this tight ass now, sub. Breathe deep, relax and take what I give you.”
Although she was anxious, she wanted him deep inside her. To feel him moving against her after so long was an answer to a prayer.
She begged him, “Yes! Please, Sir. Please take my ass.” She was sobbing she was so aroused.
Her hips twitched involuntarily and she arched toward him in anticipation of his entry.
“Please, I can’t hold out much longer.”
“You can and you will.” He pressed against her tight hole; the head slipped in with a little pop.
Her loud groan echoed throughout the playroom.
“That’s it. Take me inside. Clamp onto my cock with those tight
little muscles.”
“Yes, Master. Fuck me,” she begged.
Dex paused and landed a swat with an open palm on her outer thigh. “None of that now, sub.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
Elena tried to distract herself from the stretching discomfort in her ass. She breathed deeply and thought about the sting on her thigh. What a double standard. These Doms cussed like sailors yet couldn’t stand for their subs to do the same.
Granted, Dex had always been careful around her only occasionally letting one fly. He had been overexposed for years in the military after all. However, he took her to task if she did the same even in the heat of passion.
But wait, was he upset by the curse word or that she had forgotten and called him Master?
She was pulled from her thoughts as he continued his possession of her ass and filled her yet another inch. “Just relax, I’m about halfway in. Bear down a little and you’ll take all of me.”
His wide cock was abrading her tender tissues and she took deep breaths trying to relax her muscles enough to take him. From her vantage point, with the head of the table raised, she could see him working between her legs. When she watched him take the metal vibe out of his shirt pocket, it dawned on her then that he was still fully dressed. He had only opened his pants enough to take out his cock.
In the past, when he stayed dressed and she was naked, it made her feel more submissive. Tonight, it made her feel distant and separate despite the fact he was burying himself inside her.
The vibrations hit her clit and startled her out of her head.
“Your mind is wandering tonight. Pay attention, sub,” Dex ordered sternly and he frowned at her inattention.
“Sorry, Sir. It’s just that… ahhh!” Elena arched into the vibe at her
clit, which allowed Dex to sink the rest of the way into her ass.
“Glad to see you’re back with me.”
Her eyes flicked down to where they were joined, his huge cock stretching and filling her small space seemingly beyond measure.
“I’m going to move inside you now, sub. You may come anytime. I want to feel your muscles squeeze me while I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Yes, Master. Please, take me fast and hard.” When she felt him stiffen and stop abruptly, she realized her mistake.
She had called him Master again.
It came out intuitively because she would always think of him that way. However, they were no longer Master and slave. It was so obvious now that she had ruined that forever. Elena averted her eyes in a seeming act of submission when actually she couldn’t stand to look in his eyes and see the cold detachment.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” With her repeated apology, he resumed his domination of her body and began thrusting deeply again. Elena tried to rock against his plunging hardness, but the restraints limited her movement and all she could do was press her clit just a fraction more against the vibe. She was almost there and told him so.
“Come now!” He thrust against her again, relentless and unyielding. “Now!”
Elena was already gone and convulsing around him. Her clit throbbed and her ass pulsed, but her middle, her aching grasping middle, clutched at the emptiness; her pussy unfilled and left wanting even as her orgasm claimed her.
As her muscles clenched, gripping him tightly, Dex quickly followed her into climax, shuddering as he filled her with a hot burst of come. He shuddered, his head falling back, and he grunted, thrust deep once more. Usually more vocal when he came, she watched him through half-lidded eyes, feeling the heat of him inside her and the occasional jerk of his cock. She tightened around him, wanting him to stay there forever.
It wasn’t to be.
Too soon, his head came up and he opened his eyes. Scanning over her flushed face and lower to her where her chest rose and fell more rapidly than usual, he nodded.
Breaking contact, he slipped out, moving away to discard the used condom, then zipped himself up. Elena watched as he moved to the sink and wet a cloth. He returned to her and released her wrists. Assessing her status, he angled her face up to his and slipped his fingers down to her throat. “How are you doing, sub?”
Elena knew what he was asking as he checked her pulse rate. “I’m fine, Sir. I’m not flying, although I came close.”
Dex grunted in acknowledgment. “Still need the pain to put you into subspace, then? Tell me, do you still crave the whip?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered and flushed, thrilled at the memories that washed over her and embarrassed all the same. No one had ever sent her flying like Dex.
He nodded and then surprised Elena by removing her wrist restraints and handing her the wet cloth. Rather than performing the task himself as he’d done in the past, he was allowing her to cool her own face and neck. Sliding out an extension of the table, he released her ankles and lowered her legs, massaging them briefly to restore her circulation.
He took the rag from her trembling hands and went back to the sink, rewetting it with warm water. Handing it back to her he moved aside as he let her cleanse the rest of her body.
He returned a few minutes later with a blanket, signaled for her to sit up, and wrapped it around her shoulders. Next, he handed her an open bottle of water and encouraging her to drink.
Elena felt hot and cold at the same time. This was not what she had expected. He was too distant. The sex was hot, yet impersonal. As he stood at her side and watched her closely, she could read no emotion on his face.
“I am quite pleased with the scene. I think we should meet weekly for our play sessions, is that acceptable to you?”
Dazed and disappointed, she couldn’t think and could barely form coherent thoughts. She ended up echoing his words, “Once a week?”
“Yes, I have other obligations, classes, other sub contracts, etcetera and that’s about all the time I have in my schedule for now. I can free up some more time in a few weeks if we continue to work well together.”
Elena didn’t know how to respond. She thought there would still be something there. Some remnant of what they had in the past. Some glimmer of emotion, maybe even the love they had shared.
She had made a huge mistake. Obviously, she had decimated whatever feelings he once had for her, of that she was certain. He wanted her body but that wasn’t enough for her.
What would she do now?
“Elena? Will Monday’s at eight work for you?” His voice was cool and professional as if he discussed a business meeting, not another fuck session. “You don’t perform on Mondays, so I assume you’ll be free. We could play on Wednesdays after your sets, at midnight, if you prefer.”
Dex moved around the room straightening up, placing the used toys in the proper bin for cleaning.
Elena sat stunned, trying to gather herself enough to respond to him.
Trying desperately to come up with something to say, fuck you was on the tip of her tongue, so she said nothing.
“Elena?” Stepping up to her, he cupped her chin and angled her face up to his. He looked at her, gauging her condition. “Are you with me? You told me you weren’t flying, was that true?” His beautiful blue eyes searched hers.
“Yes, Sir. I’m just still in orgasm recovery,” she lied calmly. She didn’t know how because she was actually feeling totally devastated. “It took a bit out of me, is all.”
“Yes, it has been a while for you then, hasn’t it? Let me get you some chocolate which will help.” He quickly produced a piece of Dove chocolate and held it against her lips. “Take some time and relax. I have the room for another hour. Oh, I almost forgot.”
He crossed the room where his black toy bag lay and removed some papers.
“Here is a limit list that I want returned before our next session, say by Friday. I’ll need it to prepare for our next appointment.”
Still stunned by his rather business-like unemotional demeanor, Elena took the papers staring down at them blankly. “I have marked out the play and implements that are off limits for me. I want you to mark the rest with a yes, no, or willing to try. I am sure you have broadened your horizons in the time you have been gone, but I don’t want to make any assumptions.”
Elena frowned. She didn’t know Dex had a limit list. She quickly scanned the checklist noticing that the whip had been marked out leaving only crops, straps, paddles, and floggers under impact play.
“You don’t use your single tail anymore, Sir?”
“Of course, that kind of intense play calls for a great deal of trust and intimacy, however. I don’t include any type of edge play in an ROA arrangement.”
He stood before her then, the room was set to rights and she noticed he had his bag in his hand. Their time together was obviously at an end. “I’ll have Master Jason come up,” he consulted his watch, “in about forty-five minutes and give you a ride home.”
Elena stood and crossed the room climbing in bed in an attempt to hide from his intense gaze. “Thank you, Sir, but I have a ride with Ronnie from my band. Can I get back to you about our next—” she could barely bring herself to say it, “appointment?”
“Certainly, call me here at The Club. If you don’t get me, leave a voicemail.”
He pulled a card from his bag and she watched him set it atop her folded clothes. Just like a business arrangement, she was like any one of his clients. She realized she should be glad he wasn’t charging her for his time. She lay down on the big bed and curled up in a ball pulling the sub blanket still closer around her. Her back was to him so he couldn’t see her face.
“Are you all right for me to leave? I have to get ready for a client at 10: 30.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m fine.” She cleared her throat of the tears building. Begging silently, please just go before I break down. She swallowed and hoped her voice wouldn’t give away her emotions when she spoke again. “I don’t want to keep you.”
“Nonsense. Aftercare is part of the play if you remember.”
He approached the bed. She breathed deeply, trying to do so quietly so as not to give away her level of distress. She continued her silent plea; please go, please go, please, just go!
She felt his heavy hand against her shoulder and he squeezed. Elena closed her eyes tightly as tears escaped. She realized it was the first sign of affection he had given her.
Her mind reeled as she grasped the fact that he had never once kissed her, caressed her, or touched her in any way other than what was required for the scene. He hadn’t even used her name during the scene, just calling her sub. Devices had been used to stimulate her nipples and he had barely even touched her himself. Lord, he had even used a vibe to stimulate her clit.
Their skin hadn’t touched other than his fingers occasionally because he hadn’t even removed his clothes. A condom had covered his cock and she was surprised now that he hadn’t worn it while he used her mouth. He obviously didn’t want her touch because he hadn’t allowed her to caress or hold him in any fashion.
Oh God, she lamented, he must really despise me. Or rather he was indifferent and felt nothing for her any longer except as a sub to meet his sexual needs. She didn’t know which was worse.
“I enjoyed our scene, Elena, and will look forward to hearing from you about next week.” He removed his hand and she knew he stood there looking down on her. She implored him silently again; please go now, just go!
Outwardly she nodded and faked a yawn, soundlessly begging for him to leave so she could have her meltdown in private.
Finally, her prayer was granted, and she heard him cross the room. The door opened with a slight squeak before he said, “I’ll send Jason in to check on you in a little while.”
She nodded again. Her control was almost gone. She didn’t think she could keep it together another second longer when she heard the door close behind him. She lay there listening to make sure he was gone.
A minute passed, then five, maybe ten.
Only then did she finally roll onto her back and sweep the room with her tear-filled gaze. Thankfully it was empty because the tears began to flow unrestrained. She pulled her knees to her chest as a pain seared through her heart. This pain was worse than the broken ribs Luis had caused when he kicked her.
In a panic, she leaped from the bed and stumbled to her clothes. She looked at the card he had left; the words blurred as a large tear splashed on the embossed paper. It fell from her numb fingers as she realized she had to get out of there.
Tomorrow she’d call Sean and let him know. She wouldn’t be back.

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