On Being Wicked (4 page)

“Who’s this, then?”

Chapter Three

The second male voice sent a jolt through Malicia’s system and she stopped mid-suck. Who
else
was in her woods?

But the woodsman hummed and tapped the back of her head, silently commanding her to continue. “Don’t worry. He’s a friend.”

He rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock to the back of her throat. She swallowed, taking the head a little deeper. “Damn, that’s good, honey. Keep going, babe. Swallow my dick. Hey, Glen,” he drawled, combing his fingers through her hair as she worked her mouth up and down his cock. “Found her wandering the forest. Said her name was Malicia.”

Her brain came alert at the mention of her name.

“Like the witch?”

“That’s what she said. Said
she’s
the wicked witch.”

“But the witch who hired us was hunched over and smelled bad.”

The woodsman chuckled. “I’ve already punished her for telling lies.”

A low hum raced into her pussy when her shift was lifted. Cool air washed over her heated skin. “Damn, that’s a pretty ass. Nice and pink.”

“Thought you’d like that.” Another pat to her head. “Test her cunt. She was soaked when I spanked her. I bet her pussy juice is dripping down her thighs by now.”

She squeaked when rough fingers brushed the insides of her thighs, sliding up. He didn’t bother teasing her pussy lips—he drove in with one long finger.

Her cry was muffled around the cock in her mouth but the men seemed to understand what she needed.

“Damn, she’s hot for it.” Two fingers plunged into her pussy, fucking her hard and deep. She thrust her ass back, silently begging for his penetration.

“You’re supposed to be sucking my cock, honey.” The growl from the woodsman drew her attention back to the cock in her mouth.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to distract her.” Glen smacked her bare ass with his palm, sending another bright shimmer into her pussy. “Make him come, baby.”

She moaned around the shaft sliding between her lips, taking him as deep as she could, wanting to please, wanting the sensation to continue. Light taps to her backside continued as she worked the cock in her mouth.

The dual sensations had her whimpering, silently begging for more. Unable to stop herself, she released her grip on the woodsman’s thigh and reached between her legs. The first light touch made her groan. She slid her finger along the side of her clit, teasing the tight flesh. So good. She rocked her hips in slow circles, feeling every delicious thrust against her own fingertips.

“Forrest, is she allowed to touch herself?”

She heard the question and the warning behind it but there was no way she could stop. She had to come.

“No,” the woodsman—
Forrest
—replied.

She ignored the danger surrounding his response and pressed just a little harder. The ache in her pussy grew as she pumped against her fingers. She forgot about sucking. Letting his cock rest in her mouth, she worked her clit, craving the release she knew was just out of reach. Tension filled her core, tightening, one touch more and—

Ooh, the delicious flutters spread through her pussy, bright and lovely.

It took a moment before she realized the forest around her was silent, no birds twittering, no leaves rustling.

Definitely no heady sighs from the woodsman.

Keeping her eyes low, she tightened her lips on his still-hard cock and sucked.

“Oh no, honey. You don’t deserve my come…not anymore.”

The lovely shaft was drawn from her lips. Malicia sat up on her knees and flipped her hair back.

“But—”

Forrest, as she knew him now, shook his head. “Only good girls get to suck my cock.”

Disappointment swelled in her chest as he eased his cock back into his leathers. The bulge looked uncomfortable but he didn’t seem at all interested in letting her continue.

“But I needed—” She pushed back on her heels and stood up. She glanced at the second man and realized he was the other woodsman she’d hired. Forrest and Glen. She didn’t remember them seeming quite so hunky and delicious when she’d hired them.

The past few minutes loomed large in her memory but she reminded herself who she was. This was
her
forest, dammit!

Searching for her normal self-confidence, she lifted her chin and pushed her shoulders back. She raised her gaze and boldly met their stares. The evil glint in her eyes must have been missing because both men smirked, then their gazes dropped to her chest.

“Damn,” Glen murmured.

“I hear that,” replied Forrest.

She intensified the glare but Forrest only grinned. “I won’t apologize for staring, honey. You’ve got some gorgeous tits.”

Under the combined stares of the men, her nipples tightened as if pleased by the attention.

“I’d love to suck on those pretty tits,” Glen murmured.

“Not yet, man.” Forrest shook his head. “She broke the rules.”

“Not technically,” she protested, feeling strangely vulnerable before these two big men. “You said I couldn’t come until your cock was inside me and it was.”

The edge of Forrest’s mouth twitched.

Glen’s eyebrows went up and he looked at his friend. “She has a point.”

“But I didn’t give her permission to touch herself.”

“I don’t need permission to touch myself,” she added with just a hint of challenge to her words.

The laughter in Forrest’s eyes changed to hunger. “Oh, honey, now is not the time to be defiant. You’ll find your next punishment isn’t quite so easy as a few swats to your ass.”

Her butt muscles clenched. Her ass still burned from the spanking and he was promising worse? Or would it be better?

“I think she needs a little sample of how a bad girl gets treated,” Glen drawled. Before she could protest, he picked her up and placed her against the redwood towering behind her. He stretched her hands up high above her head, holding her wrists together. “Love the trees in this forest. So useful.” He patted the rough trunk. “Can you help a friend out?” he called. “Hold this pretty slut so she can’t move.”

A strange slithering sound caught her attention and she looked up, arching her back, trying to locate the source of the noise.

She gasped when she saw it. Thin green vines slid down from beneath the leaves. Stunned, she didn’t move as the vines entwined around her wrists. Yes, she’d bewitched the trees to move but they were supposed to trip up young virgins with their roots or entangle daring heroes in their limbs. They weren’t supposed to do this!

Glen released her and the vines tightened, pulling her arms up high against the tree. She yelped and stared at her captors.

Forrest and Glen stepped back and grinned, watching as more vines curled around her limbs, capturing her ankles and spreading her feet apart.

One daring vine wove between her breasts then slipped down between her legs. The slick green strand brushed against her clit, sliding over the sensitive point. Delicious flutters moved though her pussy.

The devilish vine delved deeper, the tip dipping into her opening, teasing the first sensitive inch.

Malicia cried out and pulled against the living ropes that held her bound.

The vine between her legs pumped, fucking her. It wasn’t nearly thick enough to fill her but the enticing sensation—every stroke brushing her clit, the tip rubbing against the inner walls of her cunt—pushed her quickly to the edge.

“So beautiful. Look at that. She’s gorgeous.”

Glen nodded. “I have one thing that might make her just a little more lovely.”

Forrest cocked his head. Glen reached into the pocket of his leathers and pulled out a glittering chain…with two tiny clamps attached.

Forrest’s gaze snapped to her breasts. “Perfect. Where did you get those?”

“Found them in my pocket.” He shrugged. “Didn’t know what I would do with them until now.”

Forrest’s mouth pulled up into an arrogant smile that made her pussy clench. That grin spelled danger.

He stepped forward. “Let me give you a hand.” He grabbed the neckline of her shift and yanked, snapping the collar and shredding the material. The middle tore the full length of the gown, leaving the ragged edges hanging along her sides.

“Nice. Damn, look at those tits,” Glen murmured as he did more than
look
. His huge hand encompassed her breast. “A perfect handful.” His calloused fingers squeezed, adding heat to her sensitive skin.

“Can you just imagine fucking your cock between these beauties?” Forrest asked, taking her other breast in his hand.

“Oh man. Some hot summer day, when she’s just a little sweaty.”

“Yeah, you could slide through her pretty tits and fill her mouth.” He gave her breast a tap on the side, not enough to hurt, just enough for her to feel. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey? Having us fuck your breasts, come all over your tits.”

The image filled her mind. She nodded, imagining Forrest’s thick cock sliding between her breasts, each thrust filling her, just the head, just enough for her to taste his pre-come.

“Sweet slut.” Glen leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. “Just be a good girl and you’ll get fucked.” He kissed her again then dangled the glittering chain in front of her eyes.

Forrest stepped away, folding his arms across his chest and watching.

Her cheeks heated beneath his stare.

“Let’s see it, then,” Forrest announced. “Decorate those beautiful tits.”

The reality of what would happen finally struck her. She looked down as Glen bent over. He sucked the tip of one breast into his mouth.

Unlike Rapunzel’s and the princeling’s delicate licks, Glen’s sucks drew on her breast, pulling the nipple to an almost painful point. She cried and arched forward, begging for him to stop…or do more. The vine pumping between her legs stilled as if to allow all her focus to shift to her tits.

Glen’s teeth scraped the smooth skin of her breast before clamping down, just a bit, but almost too much for the sensitive peak.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he straightened. She met his stare as he raised his head. “Watch me, baby.”

Cool metal brushed against her breast and snapped her attention back to the taut peak. A tiny metal clamp opened wide and slowly, oh so slowly, closed down, pinching her nipple.

The almost vicious pain shot through her body, turning to pleasure as it drenched her pussy. She rolled her hips forward, trying to hump against the vine still unmoving inside her.

Glen chuckled. “I knew she’d like this. Any slut who drenches her pussy from a spanking likes a little pain with her cock.”

She shook her head and the chain hanging from the clamp swung back and forth, rocking with the sway of her breasts. Pain raced through her nipple but changed and transmuted into beautiful heat by the time it filled her core.

“Slow, baby, you don’t want too much.”

She took a breath, letting the pain move through her, turn to a dull ache.

“One more, that’s it. You can take it.”

Unable to stop, she dropped her gaze as he cupped the other breast, tweaking the nipple until it burned. “Ready, baby? Do you want to feel it?”

“Yes.” The breathless, eager sound of her voice startled her but she had no time to think about it as Glen opened the tiny clip wide and placed it around the fluffed peak of her breast.

Sharp pain flooded her chest, leaving her breathless. She arched her back. The thin silver chain bounced against the skin beneath her breasts. The delicate links had little weight but the movement still tugged on her nipples, sending the ache deep into her pussy.

Moaning, struggling against multiple sensations—rough bark against her back, the ache in her nipples, the vine fucking her pussy—she yanked on the vines that held her hands, needing to move, needing freedom, but they contained her, pulling taut, keeping her stretched and presented for the two men.

The vine in her pussy plunged deeper, layering a new sensation on top of the subtle tugs on her nipples. Every breath made the silver chain dance, pulling just a little harder.

She lifted her gaze and stared at Forrest and Glen. Their eyes were locked on her hips, glowing with hunger as she struggled to move against the vine fucking her. Interesting bulges plumped against the fronts of their leathers.

As if he felt her stare, Forrest reached down and pulled open his leathers. His cock surged forward, still hard from her mouth. She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him again, wanted him to come in her mouth.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke—long, slow passes up and down the thick rod. She swallowed and tried to find the familiar part of herself, the evil side that had carried her so far in life.

She
wouldn’t
be treated like this. Certainly not by the trees
she’d
bewitched.

“I demand you let me go!” She put as much venom into the command as she could but neither male moved. “Let me go, dammit! You can’t do this to me.”