Little Light of Mine (Club Decadence) by Maddie Taylor Page B

realized her mistake.  She had called him Master again.  It came out intuitively, because she would always think of him that way.  But, 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, but she actually couldn’t stand to look in his eyes and see the cold detachment.  “I’m sorry, Sir. 
    With her 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 she convulsed 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.  When Dex felt her muscles clench and grip him tight, he quickly followed her into climax as her convulsing muscles milked him of every drop of his seed.  He grunted and strained as his cock jerked and spasmed now ultra-sensitive to the heat and tightness surrounding him.  As he drank in the sensation he thrust deep once more.  He wanted to stay this way forever. 
    Reluctantly he opened his eyes and looked at her.  Her face was flushed and her breathing labored as she eased back to reality, awash in pleasure.  She had always been an extremely sensual and carnal creature.  He broke contact and slipping out of her moved 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, but I came close.”
    Dex grunted in acknowledgement, “Still need 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, but embarrassed all the same, no one had ever sent her flying but 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.  He signaled for her to sit up th en wrapped it around her shoulders before handing 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, but it was impersonal.  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 words.  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.  Oh my God!  She thought there would still be something there.  Some remnant of what they had shared in the past.  Some glimmer of