Little Light of Mine (Club Decadence) (17 page)

Chapter Seventeen

“She needs a C-section now, dammit.  It’s been eight hours of this agony.”  Tony practically roared at Megan’s doctor when she finally made her way to her room. 

In the middle of a contraction Megan grabbed Tony’s hand and squeezed, hard.  “Please Captain.  Don’t make them call security again.  If you get kicked out of here I’ll lose it.  I need you, Tony.” 

“No one’s getting kicked out.  I happen to agree with you, Tony.  I just got a report from the resident and gave orders to have you prepped.  We’ll have those babies delivered within the next fifteen-twenty minutes.”  She moved to Megan’s bedside and took her hand.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived Megan.  My flight got in about an hour ago and I headed right over when I got the page.  You’re two weeks early I believe.”

“Yeah, sorry but it couldn’t be helped as I’m sure you know.”  Megan chuckled tiredly.  “But I’m glad you’re here.  I could really use some help with the big guy over there-,” Megan squeezed her hand as another contraction hit and she lost her ability to speak.

“Well, I’m here now and soon you’ll have two more big guys to contend with.”

“The twins… are boys then?”  She asked the question between pants.  Tony was busy wiping her brow with a damp cloth and mumbling something about cutting out the chitchat and getting down to the business at hand.  Meg gave him a frown, which at any other moment would have earned her a half dozen or more swats with his favorite paddle, but today was an exception.  She wanted to know about her babies.  Megan’s doctor had made an educated guess after looking at the ultrasound but hadn’t given her a positive ID on both babies’ gender.

“I saw at least one little penis.  The other baby was wrapped around its brother and we never could get a good shot at the important parts.”  She laughed and squeezed her hand one last time before releasing her.  “Daddy, come with me and I’ll show you were to scrub up.  I’ll see you in the OR in a few minutes Meg.”

“OK Doc, but promise you’ll never use the words little and penis around me or my sons again.”

Her delighted laughter followed her out of the room.  Tony turned back to Megan and bent to kiss her lips gently.  “I love you, Angel.  I’ll be back with you in just a few minutes.”

“OK, Captain.  Can you send Regan in while you’re gone?  I don’t want to be alone.”

He nodded as he hurried to follow the doctor.  In the midst of another contraction Regan came flying in.  She went to her sister’s bedside and held her hand as the pain peaked then eased off enough so she could speak.

“Tony said they’re getting ready for a C-section.”  She looked at her red-faced, sweaty twin and frowned.  “Hell Meg, after seeing you go through all this, adoption is looking better by the minute.  I’m even having second thoughts about these fertility drugs.  We already have a good chance of twins as it is, I can’t bear the thought of triplets, or worse.”

Megan laughed at her sister’s worried face. “After all you have gone through to get pregnant, I won’t hear one word of complaint from you if you have septuplets.  If you do, I’ll personally kick your ass, Auntie Regan.”

They smiled at each other knowing soon they would be holding her newborn twins.  Just then a pair of nurses came into the room and Regan stepped back to watch the flurry of activity as they prepped her for surgery.  Megan was whisked away to the operating suite with a worried scrub-wearing Tony at her side.  A few minutes later, the first of the twins was delivered. 

“Tony and Megan, your son is a healthy 6 pounds 2 ounces.”  The pediatrician announced this to the room as he worked on their screaming son.  He was obviously not happy with the way his day had turned out and was making it known.  “Just listen to the lungs on him.” 

Tony stroked Megan’s sweat dampened hair as they looked at each other and smiled.  “Our son.  Doesn’t that sound wonderful, Captain?”

“Yes, Angel but what sounds even better is that he’s healthy.”  He kissed her gently on the forehead.

“Here’s your other baby.”  The doctor pulled the slick baby out of Megan’s belly and laid him in the awaiting warming towel.  “Another boy, not quite as big but just as healthy.”  She looked over the drape at Megan and Tony.  “Twin boys, Megan.”

“Oh wow!  I was hoping for a girl.  Imagine the testosterone levels in our house fifteen years from now.”  She thought about dealing with two miniature Tony’s as teenagers and muttered, “I’m so fucked!”  She realized her lapse and looked up at her dominant husband.  He was very intolerant of her cursing and her butt had felt the consequences of his displeasure often in their first year together, but when she met his eyes she saw nothing but delight. 

Two nurses brought her sons over and she got to admire them briefly.  She couldn’t hold them just yet and count fingers and toes due to the spinal anesthesia.  Tony was still chuckling down at her when she shooed him away to follow them back to the nursery and check up on their boys.  He whispered in her ear, “You get amnesty on the day you give me two perfect, healthy babies, my love.”  He kissed her soundly and then got up to do as the new mother requested.   

“Just one day, Captain?  For two babies that hardly seems fair.”  She grinned at his back; she loved their playful banter.

“You’re right, Angel.  I’ll cut you some slack.”  He called over his shoulder as he exited the OB surgical suite. “But next week, all bets are off.”

Megan smiled after him and then closed her eyes as she offered a silent prayer of thanks up to heaven.  “Thank you, Lord for bringing that man into my life and giving me his two precious sons.”

Chapter Eighteen

It was Sunday and the only night of the week when The Club was closed.  It was the first opportunity that Dex and Elena had to spend a quiet evening at home.  She was in the kitchen fixing her signature steak fajitas.  Dressed comfortably in jeans and a T-shirt, she hummed to herself as she sipped her Corona.  Just as she was searing the steak, Dex walked in dusting his shirt free of dust, debris and even a few cobwebs.

Elena laughed as she turned to him and signaled for him to bend down then brushed his hair clean.  “Where on earth have you been? You’re covered in dirt and dust.”

“I was in the crawl space under the stairs in the garage.  I was looking for this.”  He held up a familiar diamond collar.  “Some naughty slave removed it without permission.”

“Oh Master.  I’ve missed wearing my collar.”

“I’ve missed seeing it on you, my beautiful slave. Turn around and I’ll put it back where it belongs.”

She turned obediently and as he hooked it and connected the safety latch, she caressed it fondly with possessive fingers.  It was a beautiful collar that looked more like a jeweled choker than a slave collar and he had given it to her for everyday wear in public.  The triple strand of diamonds was linked with three diamond-encrusted circles.  It was exquisitely delicate and feminine and symbolized their D/s commitment.  She loved wearing it and got tons of compliments on it from her vanilla friends who never suspected a thing.

“I’ll never take it off again, Master.  I swear.”  Her eyes glistened with tears as emotion welled up inside her.  It had been so long, she had ached for him.

“You are forbidden to remove it without permission.  I’ve thought about getting a locking clasp but I trust you not to disobey on this.”  He turned her to face him and smiled as he looked at his collar once again clasped around her delicate throat.  He traced it with his long fingers.  “It sits perfectly below you filigree tat.  I couldn’t have designed it better myself.”  He smiled down into her beautiful face and assured her, “It shows how perfectly we match and that we belong together, little light.”

“
Te am
o
,” she breathed as she leaned into him and raised her face for his kiss.

“I love you too
, my beauty.”  Their lips met in a fiery kiss as their tongues tangled and intertwined in delight.  Both reluctantly pulled apart as the scent of searing steak reached their noses.  Dex reached behind her and removed the skillet from the burner and turned off the stove.  “These can wait a few minutes, I hope.  I have something else to give you.”

Elena nodded eagerly and looked up at him with anticipation, one hand continued to stroke her collar while the other lay flat against his chest, directly over his heart.

Dex held up a hand and let five lengths of delicate chain dangle from his fingers.  The chains matched her collar perfectly.  The lengths were segmented and separated with the same small diamond circles, the delicate connecting chains made of platinum.  “They’re beautiful Master.”

“I had these specially made as a wedding gift but I never got to give them to you.”  She hung her head and bit her lip as his statement hit her deep and tugged at her guilt and regret.   “I didn’t mean to hurt you with those words
,
Chiquit
a
, just stating a fact.  You’re going to have to realize that I have forgiven you for your reaction to the brutal atrocities that you suffered.  I won’t walk on eggshells around you, though.”  He tilted her face up to his.  “Do you understand me, Elena?”

“Yes, Master.  I know you have forgiven me; it’s just going to take some time to forgive myself.  Will you be patient with me Dex?”

“Absolutely, although I might have to spank the reality into you if it takes too long.”  He slid a hand to the back of her jeans and grabbed a rounded cheek, then chuckled as she flushed and her nipples peaked in arousal.  “Negative reinforcement is an excellent educational tool, my slave.”  

Yes Master, I love when you educate me.”  She smiled as she felt his rising erection press against her belly.

A sharp slap landed on one cheek as he scolded, “Is that so?  Should I punish you for removing your collar without permission?”

“Yes Master.  I disobeyed.  I was never supposed to remove my collar without your say so.”  Looking into his stern face, her eyes misted.  She couldn’t ever allow a repeat of that mistake again.

“Open your jeans and lower them to mid-thigh along with your panties.”  He ordered this as he opened the utensil drawer.  He rummaged through the drawer and as he was deciding on the implement he’d use he glanced back to see she was bared for him.  “Bend over the island, naughty girl.”

Elena obeyed and as she lay across the cool granite countertop, she heard him close the drawer.  Implement chosen, her fate had been decided.  She felt him move in behind her and bend, encasing her body with his much larger one.  He propped his forearms on the counter on either side of her.  He held a long handled wooden spatula.  Or was it a turner?  At least that’s what her mother always called it.  Not that it mattered since it would be used on her bottom, not for cooking.  The head was about three inches wide and it had three long slots carved out of it.

He bent his head and whispered into her ear, “I think ten will be sufficient punishment, don’t you?”

“No Master.  I was so bad.  I lied and hid things from you and I was so cruel.”  Her voice broke.  Dex knew she was holding a lot of guilt inside her.  It would take many sessions like this before she would start forgiving herself as he had.  “I deserve at least a hundred.”

“Who is Master here?”

“You are Master.”

“And does the Master or the slave decide the punishment?”

“The Master always does, never the slave.”

“Correct, so you will take what I give.  Understand?

She nodded.  Ten wouldn’t put a dent in the shame and distress she felt about her mistreatment of her beloved Dex.  She whispered, “I understand, Master.”

“Good girl.”  Dex lifted her so that the bend of her hips was aligned with the edge of the counter.  This lifted her short legs clear off the floor and left them dangling.  His big hand rubbed and squeezed her tender ass cheeks, preparing her.  “I’ll count.”

One, two, three, four.  The wooden paddle peppered down along her left cheek.  Wow!  The sting from the innocent little kitchen tool was unbelievable. 

Five, six, seven, eight.  He applied the next four to her right cheek.  “Ow, ow, ow!”  Dex spread his large hand across the small of her back to hold her still.

“Two more, Little One, one on each sit spot.”  He snapped the wooden paddle against her left then her right sit spot before announcing he was finished.  “That’s your ten, my naughty girl.  Stay right where you are until I tell you to move.” 

He tossed the spatula into the sink and spied a bottle of moisturizing aloe lotion she kept beside it.   Squeezing a liberal amount into his palm, he spread it between his hands.  Returning to her he gently massaged the cooling lotion into her warm bottom cheeks taking his time to caress each and every red and tingling inch.  His fingertips lightly grazed the ultra-sensitive skin between her thighs as he stroked her into a moaning, wriggling mass beneath his hands.  When he had nearly driven her over the edge and she started begging him to take her aching pussy, he stopped and lifted her off the counter placing her back on her feet. 

He kissed the tip of her nose.  “Now, if you are done distracting me slave, I was about to show you how the chains attach to your collar.”

“Yes, Master.”  She stood before him panting for breath.  She had forgotten how much he liked to torture her during punishment, sometimes bringing her to the brink of an explosive orgasm over and over.  In the past, she had waited for long hours before being allowed to come and hoped tonight would not be an encore performance of that familiar routine.

“Do you want my gift, little light?” He whispered the question softly in her ear and was pleased as she shuddered in response before nodding.  His Elena was still very responsive.  He was pleased and grateful.  She could easily have been permanently damaged following the ordeal.  Still he worried about triggering flashbacks and took great pains to kindle the flames slowly and keep her in a state of arousal where she could only focus on him and what he was doing to her sensitized body.  “Then strip for me.”

Her hands went immediately to her T-shirt and she pulled it over her head revealing a lacy pale blue bra.  He stepped back and watched her reveal her exquisite body.  Her jeans already around her knees were quickly swept off her shapely legs along with her matching blue panties.  Her front hook bra soon followed as she stood naked before him.  She swayed toward him slightly as her body instinctively sought his.  The spicy scent of her arousal filled the air around them as her pussy readied for him.  The moisture gathering between her thighs glistened temptingly, an invitation for his possession

“
Mi amo
r
, you are so beautiful,” Dex groaned as he caressed one pouting breast lightly with his fingers, watching in delight as her nipple peaked tautly.  He wanted to take her now, plans be damned.  But he wanted to make it good for her, not just a quickie over the kitchen counter.  Reunifying themselves with collar and clamps should be memorable. 

He raised his hands to show her the delicate nipple chain with a lobster claw clasp on each end.  He attached one end to the side circle of her collar and the other to the center ring.  The chain draped to her breast until the braided ring in the center, hung evenly with her nipple.  He bent and sucked on her tight bud until it reached the desired hardness.  Slipping the nipple ring onto her, he adjusted the tension until she was firmly attached and her tender engorged peak was linked with her collar.  “Beautiful.”  He admired the new jewelry for a moment, licking and teasing her clamped flesh.  “I knew this would look fantastic against your skin.”

He switched his attention to the other breast and attached the jeweled chain and nipple ring.  When he stepped back he admired the effect especially the rosy blush of her nipples from the ring’s constriction.   “We can attach all four chains to the center ring and they will drape nicely down your chest and across your breasts like a necklace.  I can imagine how you will look wearing these onstage with some of your club wear.  You will look fantastic.”

“
Dios mi
o
, Master.  I love when you clamp my nipples, it’s been a long time.”

“It has been a long time
,
Chiquita.
 
But, I would hardly call these clamps.  They're more like nipple jewelry.  I wanted you to have something beautiful and provocative to wear with your permanent collar to The Club.  Or even under your clothes.  We can reserve the serious nipple clamps for play. We’ll have to work you up to the more extreme clamps again slowly.”

“Yes, Master.”  He chuckled as she shuddered at the thought of tighter, more extreme clamps and delighted in the goose bumps that spread across her skin and made her nipples constrict harder

“Now for the grand finale,” he announced as he let the last length of chain dangle in front of her eyes.  It also had several diamond circles and a lobster claw clamp.  “This one goes from the center ring of your collar” he matched his actions to his words, “to your clit.  Spread for me.”

She instantly obeyed and thrust her hips forward, presenting her pussy for clamping. 

“Such a good slave.”  He dropped to his knees and his thumbs spread her bare lips wide as he exposed her already engorged clit.  “You are so wet for me.  I have to have a taste.”  His tongue made contact with her delicate skin and she hissed at the sensation as he lapped at her clit. 

“Your honey tastes so sweet
,
Chiquit
a
.  I could eat this gorgeous pussy for hours.”  He sucked her clit one more time then pulled back to appreciate his work.  “Let’s see how your clit looks clamped and chained to your jewelry.” He placed the loop of the Cleopatra Clip so that it fit around her clit and inner labia.  It would remain snugly in place causing her clit to distend and protrude from between her lips.  It was designed to be snug and stimulating for long-term wear, not to be painfully tight.  She hissed as he flicked the jeweled dangling chain, “Too tight?”

‘No Master, just right.”

He hardened further at the sight of her clamped clit peeking out between her clean-shaven lips.  He flicked it once again and watched as she writhed from the sensation.  His finger traced along the chain, over her lips, past her belly and across her chest as he rose to stand in front of her once again.

“These look stunning.  How do they feel?”

“Excruciatingly pleasurable
,
mi amo
,
but I don’t think I can hold out much longer though.  I’m right on the edge.”

“Wait for permission.”  Dex pulled out one of the stools from the breakfast bar.  “Bend over the stool and spread your legs wide.   I have to have you now.”

As soon as Elena bent and spread her thighs, he had his hard cock in his hand and was moving into position behind her.  He rubbed the tip through her moist heat once and she whimpered as he slid against her swollen tissues.  She was drenched and ready for him so he plunged deep inside.  She was so wet and aroused that he was able to sink in halfway on the first stroke, then bottomed out on the second.