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Authors: Maddie Taylor
Little Light of Mine (Club Decadence)
Little Light of Mine
Club Decadence, Book 3
By
Maddie Taylor
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Little Light of Mine
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Table of Contents:
Prologue
About 3 years ago
Tears gathered and her vision blurred. Don’t cry. Elena’s breathing was shallow as Dex took her hand and dropped to one knee before her. Please, don’t cry. She bit her lip and blinked rapidly, trying to hold the tears back. She didn’t want to miss one second, one image, or one word from the gorgeous man kneeling before her. Don’t cry, dammit. As she looked down into his upturned face, she lost her battle and the tears began to fall.
“Elena, my little light, my beautiful submissive, you have brought something special to this soldier’s life. Would you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my wife?”
Wiping furiously at her wet cheeks with the back of her free hand, Elena cried without hesitation, “Oh, Dex, I love you so much.”
Grinning broadly he countered, “Can I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, yes! A thousand times yes.” She smiled through her tears and watched him pull a huge diamond ring from his pocket and slide it onto her left hand. Rising, he pulled her close and plunged his hand into her long brown hair, holding her captive for his possession. Cupping the back of her head, he angled it just right and captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss.
Time seemed to stand still as they locked their arms around one another and sank into a passionate embrace. Eventually the applause from the crowd streaming into the yard brought them back to earth. It was Christmastime and the weather was warm in San Antonio. Dex had been carrying the ring around for a week waiting for just the right moment. Tonight, the weather, the trees wrapped in white lights, the soft music coming from inside the house and the relaxed mood of an evening spent with good friends convinced him it was the right time to act. It looked like the perfect romantic spot for a proposal.
Dex lifted his head and turned to see the friends who stood outside waiting to congratulate him and Elena. They were at Sean and Mara’s house. He was surrounded by close friends and fellow soldiers, his inner circle. Beside Sean and his fiancée Mara was Rick with his fiancée Regan, Cap had his flavor of the month, and Jonas and Lil T were with subs they had brought for the night. He announced joyfully, “She said yes!”
More applause broke out before someone joked, “She’s probably afraid not to after seeing that wall of nasty whips and paddles Sean’s got in his new playroom.” The guests laughed. Sean was Dex’s best friend and had scheduled the Christmas party to celebrate the season, but to also christen his new dungeon. It was a BDSM play party after all.
Elena turned to the girls to show off her new ring. They clapped, oohed and aahed in excitement. After receiving hugs and kisses from her friends, she turned back to Dex and slid her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe for another kiss. Their audience turned to give them some privacy and continued with their Christmas celebration.
Elena didn’t want to waste a minute of the short time she had with Dex. He and his fellow teammates were in for a brief leave before heading back to Afghanistan in two weeks. Then it was back to their long distance relationship while he was deployed. Thank goodness for email and video chats. He only came home for a few weeks a year and she had to make every minute count.
Dex was a Master Sargent with the Green Berets, a nickname they all hated. As he’d told her on several occasions, they preferred being called Special Forces. He had another year to serve with the Army before he returned to civilian life and came back to her for good. Elena
looked forward to that day with great anticipation because she worried about him constantly. Although the Army was drawing down forces in the theater, Dex and his specially trained men were given high-risk assignments that only their team could accomplish. Covert ops, special ops and black ops they often called it. She didn’t know all that he did but she knew his work was dangerous and she tried not to dwell on it because it made her a nervous wreck. She couldn’t wait until he was home once and for all, safe in her arms on American soil.
Elena gasped as she felt cool air brush against her as Dex pulled away taking her loosened halter top with him.
“Dex!”
“I can’t wait any longer to get my mouth on you.” He moved the material out of his way and paused to look at her perfect breasts. Elena was small framed but her sweet perky breasts with their rosy nipples drove him crazy. Breast size had never mattered to him because he considered himself an ass man and she was pleasantly rounded in that area. Still, he was thrilled with his woman’s natural endowments, which in addition to her heart shaped ass, made the top five on the list of his favorite parts.
He bent his head and sucked on a firm nipple made tight by the cool evening air. “I need to have you now.” He moved them to one of the garden benches and pulled her across his lap, her legs straddling his thighs as his hands moved to unzip his fly and release his hard cock. “Climb on board
,
Chiquit
a
.” His voice was rough with desire and his hands slipped under her skirt to find her bottom. His strong hands found her barely-there thong and, easing it aside, bared her pussy for full access.
Elena felt the tip of him slide inside her and they both let out a low groan at the initial contact. She slowly slid down his length. He was so big it always took her just a moment to adjust to his size. She was wet, which made it easier for her to take him deep inside. Impatient, he pushed up into her as his hands pulled her down, guiding her with his grip on her round ass cheeks.
“You were made for me, little light. You fit me like a glove.” He smiled up at her, enjoying the sexy grin on her face. She loved when he used the pet name that was the English translation of Elena.
“I love when you call me that
,
mi am
o
.”
Although born in Texas, her Latino parents had made sure she knew her ancestral tongue and she frequently laced Spanish endearments into her speech, especially at the height of passion. Dex, who was also fluent in Spanish, found it highly erotic to hear her whispered words of love in her sensual, melodic voice. And when she called him Master in her native tongue, it made him hard instantly.
They had been together for eighteen months in an exclusive D/s relationship and he never had a submissive meet his needs so well. They were perfect together, complementing the need the other had for dominance or submission. As their relationship progressed they yearned for a deeper commitment, with Dex wanting more than a mere role play relationship and Elena as a natural submissive desiring to submit and surrender more control than just in the bedroom. As a result Dex collared Elena and they began their consensual Master/slave lifestyle. Rather than a hardcore 24/7 total power exchange, theirs was more conceptual. He took, she gave. He owned and she surrendered possession. He controlled and she submitted. In their BDSM community they were the “it” couple, an example of what so many others strived to find in a D/s relationship.
“Ride me, Elena. I’m not gonna last long so you have permission to come anytime.”
She whimpered and moaned as he thrust deep inside her drenched pussy. She could hear the wetness with each upward stroke as he drove into her over and over. He slid down a little on the bench, which changed the angle of his penetration, and he pushed in deeper and harder. She felt the head of his cock sliding across her G-spot, stimulating her further.
“Lean back so I can watch your gorgeous body move.” When she didn’t comply fast enough, her mind foggy with sensation and blinding need, he landed two open handed swats on her bare ass hard enough to bring her back to awareness. “Do it now slave. Let me watch the waves of ecstasy ripple through your sweet body as you ride me, hard and fast to climax. I want to see how your face flushes, your nipples harden and your belly clenches as you come for me.”
The combination of erotic pain and his sexy words spoken in that deep commanding voice hurled her toward the brink of climax. “You feel so good inside me, Master. I can’t wait… ”
“I’m right there with you, baby. Come with me, my love.”
They reached their climax together, in sync with one another. Afterwards, they kissed and cuddled as they came down from their high. Their whispered words were of love and the plans for their promising future together.
Chapter One
“Luis! You startled me.” Elena’s stepbrother stood in the doorway, staring at her with an odd look on his face. He was six years older, and the age difference had kept them from being particularly close. In recent years, she had avoided him because his stares made her uncomfortable. As a child he had teased her constantly and Elena always knew he harbored intense jealousy and resentment toward her as he competed for their father’s attention. He called her names like Princess, Your Highness, and Little Miss Perfect. Of course, while their parents were around he acted like a caring older brother but when they weren’t, watch out. He was sneaky and played tricks on her relentlessly. She remembered an incident when she was twelve when her parents were out for the evening. Some of Luis’ friends came over and began smoking pot and who knows what else. They started calling for her to keep them company. They made her so uncomfortable with their lewd comments that she had snuck out and stayed at a friend’s house. After that she tried to make arrangements for sleepovers at her friends whenever her parents were going to be gone for the evening.
She looked at him now and realized his normally brown eyes looked black, the pupils dilated. Elena knew he was high on something. He swayed slightly in the doorway then took a few steps into her room.
“Well, well, well, it
’s daddy’s little princess home all alone. What, no date for the evening?” He snarled the comment and the hate-filled expression on his face scared her. He was standing in the only exit to the room and she had a bad feeling, like a premonition washing over her and she started to panic.
“No. Dex is deployed and most of the girls have dates, so I’m just hanging out.”
“Dex, hm? Your Master leaves you alone a lot, doesn’t he, little slut?”
Elena gasped. Ohmigod! How did he know about her and Dex? He read her expression and laughed harshly. “Yeah I know all about you and your kinky boyfriend. Into S&M much, little sister?”
“What Dex and I do is really none of your business, Luis.”
“Yeah? Wonder how Papa would feel about his perfect little daughter having kinky sex? Does he know you like whips and chains
,
put
a
? What else do you and your Master do? Does he fuck you hard in front of his friends? Smack your little ass when you open that sassy mouth? Does he share you and let a buddy use your mouth while he takes your little cunt?”
“You’re crude and disgusting, Luis. Get out of my room. You’re drunk or high on something and I don’t have to stand here and listen to your filth.”
“Ha! That’s the pot calling the kettle black. Besides, I hear you like it filthy.” He moved in closer, forcing Elena to move around her bed and retreat into the corner. He stalked her, closing in and trapping her.
“Please just go away!”
“I know all about it. My friend Bobby, he saw you and told me everything.” He leaned in, pressing against her petite frame, forcing her against the wall. Her hands came up to push him away. “He saw daddy’s little princess partying with her Master. All dressed up in leather, short skirt, slut heels and leather cuffs on your wrists like a slave.” He reached for her and she squealed. Reflexively, she brought up her knee but he had surprisingly quick reactions for someone as stoned as he appeared to be and she only managed to catch his outer thigh.
“Fucking bitch.”
“No, please.” She struggled, pushing against him. When he tried to grab her wrists she brought her heel down on his foot and twisted away, breaking his hold on her and slipping underneath his arm. As she scrambled across the room, trying to reach the door she felt a sharp, painful pull at the back of her head. He had a handful of her waist length hair and was using it like a rope to reel her in. The painful grip brought tears to her eyes and when he pulled her up against his body his other hand slid around her throat.
“Luis, no! I’m your sister.”
He laughed cruelly and pulled her head further back so she was looking up into his angry face. “You’re no sister of mine, bitch. Yeah, that’s right. Your precious daddy lied. My mother, another whore like you, didn’t even know who my real daddy was. “
“What? That can’t be. You look just like him.”
“Yeah, maybe. But then we all look alike don’t we, bitch? Well, it’s payback time, payback for your sainted daddy kicking out my whore mother and raising a bastard son. I guess he thought he was doing me a favor by taking on another man’s kid. But it explains all the years of being treated like a second-class citizen around here, of never being quite good enough and always second behind the little princess. Well, that ends today.” He gripped her T-shirt and ripped it down the front, baring her breasts. “No bra? Bet your Master likes it that way. Does he make you go without panties, too?”
Elena screamed as she struggled. “No! Don’t do this, please. Dex will kill you for this!”
“So what? You think my life is all that? If he kills me the only regret I’ll have is that I won’t get to see the look on your face when they send him away to rot in jail leaving his precious whore all alone. Now, give me a taste of what he’s been getting, slut. Make it good and I’ll be nice to you.” Luis bent his head and kissed her, jamming his tongue into her mouth.
Elena, unable to get away, bit his tongue and raked her nails down his cheek. He pulled his head away and cried out in pain.
“
Pinche put
a
!” He screamed at her, calling her a fucking whore as he grabbed her around the throat. As he held her against the wall he backhanded her across the cheek. He followed it with a brutal slap with his open palm against her other cheek, letting go as the blow landed and Elena was propelled against her dresser. The sharp corner caught her in the ribs and she cried out in pain.
He kept coming at her. She continued to struggle but was no match for his size and strength. He used her torn T-shirt to tie her hands behind her back. He laughed as he viciously called her names and taunted her. He told her to relax and enjoy it because he knew she loved being roughed up and tied down.
Then, he stripped her clothes from her body and used her brutally.
Elena could only endure, pleading with him to stop. Time seemed to stand still as he violated her body. She was unable to block out his evil laugh and foul, degrading name-calling. She lay on the floor in her childhood bedroom as the man who she thought was her older brother violated her and brutally raped her. She didn’t know how long it went on
, but he finally finished and let her go. He stood over her and adjusted his clothes.
“There you go, slut. Now you know how a whore really feels. You just fucked your brother.” His laugh tormented her and he spit on the floor next to her, giving her a sharp kick to her already tender ribs. Elena curled into a fetal position in an attempt to protect her vulnerable side but he was finished. He staggered out of the room, leaving her bruised and battered on the floor. The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming and she mercifully passed out. She didn’t hear the sound of the front door
slamming as her abuser left the house.
The morning sun was shining through the blinds when Elena was finally able to haul herself to her feet. She was in so much pain. Her face was swollen and throbbing. Her side was on fire and she had a hard time taking a deep breath.
She was almost certain her ribs were broken. Nausea roiled through her as she felt a burning, wet sensation between her legs. Oh my God! She knew she was going to vomit.
She stumbled across the room and closed and locked her door. She made it to the toilet just as her stomach rebelled and she heaved. The violent motion was agony to her bruised and battered body. What should she do? She was having trouble catching her breath. She was sure she needed medical attention.
Oh God
!
She thought
Dex will go nuts. He will kill Luis with his bare hands if he finds out
.
She couldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t allow him to risk his future with a murder charge. And Mama and Papa, they would have a meltdown. Papa would feel responsible for bringing Luis into their home.
She knew she had to get out of the house. Her side screamed in protest as she moved to gather some clothes. It was pure agony to take even a shallow breath. She had to get to a doctor. Fearing the neighborhood response to an ambulance in their driveway, she decided she couldn’t call 911. Somehow she dressed herself and made her way to her car in the driveway. She was careful to move slowly and silently, fearing Luis was still in the house.
Shaking violently, it took her several tries to get the key in the ignition but she finally started the car. Tears of pain and humiliation rolled down her face and she gasped for breath.
Calm down, Elena! Don’t hyperventilate for Christ’s sake
.
As she made her way out of their subdivision she pulled out into the heavy flow of traffic. Driving one-handed, she held her other arm protectively against her chest and injured ribs. Her left eye was swollen shut from the vicious backhand he had landed, leaving her no vision on her left side. The searing pain in her ribs prevented her from turning enough to see what was in her blind spot so she crept along carefully, keeping to the right lane. Panicking in the early morning rush she knew she had to get off the freeway and took the next exit but didn’t see the cars moving up on her side. A horn blared and she yanked the wheel to the right, which brought her into the merging lane next to her. Another horn, squealing tires and screeching metal was the last she heard before blackness overtook her.