My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked)
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Author’s Note
Acknowledgment
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Loose Id Titles by Ann Mayburn
Ann Mayburn
Club Wicked 3:
MY WICKED DEVIL
Ann Mayburn
www.loose-id.com
Club Wicked 3: My Wicked Devil
Copyright © May 2013 by Ann Mayburn
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Author’s Note
Dear Beloved Reader,
I’ve had people ask me if there is a lot of abuse in
My Wicked Devil
because it’s a story about a Sadist and a masochist. No, there is absolutely zero abuse, because from my point of view abuse is an inflection of mental, emotional, or physical pain that is done to an unwilling person.
“But Ann, how can there be any S&M with no abuse?”
Because, my darlings, what Lord Bryan gives Kira is completely and 100 percent consensual, and he does it for her pleasure.
“What? Pleasure from pain? That’s poppycock.”
Yes, pleasure from pain. Some people are wired like that, and for those masochists who crave the mixture of the two, there are always Sadists who love providing what the masochist needs in order to feel complete. Now I’m not saying Lord Bryan takes a baseball bat to Kira or strings her up with barbed wire, but he does mix the pleasure with the pain enough to get her into the subspace she needs and give her absolutely mind-blowing orgasms.
“So if I try S&M, does that mean I’ll have mind-blowing orgasms?”
Maybe? It all depends on how you, my beautiful little snowflake, react to things.
Personally I just can't get off on pain. I’m not wired like that. But I do have sadistic tendencies when I’m matched with a masochist. No blood, because it makes me pass out—not sexy—but watching my submissive endure discomfort, knowing that he/she is going deep into subspace, and witnessing the transformation from suffering to ecstasy is amazing.
So, I had a point somewhere in there… Oh yeah. Don’t be scared away by the title of “Sadist.” It doesn’t equal dangerous psychopath. They’re people just like everyone else. They have jobs, get married, have kids, pay taxes, and bitch about politics. They probably do such unsexy things as laundry and have the occasional bout of the stomach flu, which they piss and moan about like anyone else.
They’re human beings, and just because their sexual tastes run to what is considered edgy doesn't mean they should be feared or shunned. And yes, while there are bad people out there who call themselves Sadists/Doms/Dommes/etc. and who cross the line between consensual and abuse, there are bad people everywhere. No cross section of our culture is going to be free of evil. You’re going to find scary assholes everywhere, from an ice-cream man to the CEO of a major corporation who loves to abuse, degrade, and destroy people.
But in
My Wicked Devil,
every ounce of pain given by my Sadist to my masochist is done out of love.
Find that hard to understand or believe? Take a peek at
My Wicked Nanny.
I begin to delve into a slightly masochistic sub's mind in that book, getting you ready for Lord Bryan and Kira’s love story. All kinky fuckery aside, that’s what all of my
Club Wicked
books are: love stories for people who like their vanilla ice cream covered with fudge, nuts, whipped (snork) cream, and cherries on top. Oh and sprinkles. Can't forget sprinkles.
Now I want ice cream.
Ann
P.S.—Before you try any new sexual practice, please please please be careful and seek the help of an experienced practitioner. I’m really for real about this. Like for real for real. Safe, Sane, Consensual.
Acknowledgment
Beta readers, you suffer so much for me. Reading through prose that could have been written by someone who failed English…repeatedly. With great vehemence. I appreciate that you find the willpower to push beyond your disgust at my haphazard use of commas to find the story within. Your suffering makes me smile and warms my heart. ;)
Mistress Ann
Chapter One
Kira Harmony took a deep breath, the scents of perfume, cologne, and sex filling her nostrils. Before she’d heard of Club Wicked, she’d never known that people having lots and lots of sex in one building left a pheromone haze in the air, something that would make her almost instantly aroused. But now that she was here, surrounded by hedonism on a scale she’d never even imagined, set against the opulent splendor of the club, she took another deep breath and smiled as she looked around the massive entrance. A double staircase led down from the floor above, and a balcony stretched around it. Statues of women in long robes in states of partial undress flanked either side of the stairs, and Kira was pretty sure she’d seen similar statues at the Acropolis Museum in Greece.
An older man called out, “Ms. Harmony.” She turned and found a smartly dressed and very big man offering his arm.
“Good evening. My name is Mr. Grant. Master Hawk is waiting for you at the bar. Since this is your first time here, he asked me to escort you and beat off any Doms that get in the way.”
Laughing, she glanced down at her outfit. From the tour she’d been taken on after being granted membership at Wicked, she knew that inside the club people wore pretty much next to nothing. Her teal halter dress, a vintage piece from the fifties, would normally be risqué. With her size 16 body came a nice set of breasts that were all but spilling out of the top. With her long auburn hair up in a French twist, her freckled back was bare and exposed. Add a pair of nylons with the seam running up the back, and she felt sexy, in a Marilyn Monroe in
The Seven Year Itch
sort of way, but nothing any man would come running for.
A stunning woman with long, carefully curled blonde hair glided past them in a G-string. The other woman’s perfect, wobble-free body made Kira suck her gut in.
No matter what sadist she ended up with, she would never, ever do a public scene.
Realizing the gentleman, Mr. Grant she believed was his name, waited for her to respond, she forced a smile. “Oh, I think I’ll be safe, but I wouldn’t mind the escort. Right now my knees are about to give out.”
Mr. Grant laughed and placed her hand on his arm in a very old-world gesture of civility. He was older, probably late sixties, but he was also self-assured. “Darling, I may be a submissive, but let me tell you. You look amazing, and any Dom would be thrilled to have his collar on your lovely, swanlike neck.”
Kira couldn’t help her pleased smile. His sincerity warmed her from the inside out, giving her the courage to follow his lead as they made their way to the Hall of Mirrors bar. They started walking through the opulent foyer of Wicked, and Kira tried to keep from feeling overwhelmed. For fuck’s sake, she’d done a free-fall jump from the top of the Eiffel Tower when she’d been an actress, with a split second between getting the shot and pulling the cord on her parachute. This should be a piece of cake. There was nothing in this massive space to suggest this was anything but a magnificent private club that catered to the extremely wealthy outside Washington, DC. It certainly didn’t look like the premier BDSM club on the East Coast, but it was, and by some miracle, she’d gotten in.
They reached the massive polished-brass double doors that led to the public bar. Two big men in black tuxedos opened the doors in unison and let them in. Normally she would have giggled at such a choreographed display, but the space beyond took her breath away.
Gilt mirrors, crystal chandeliers, and beautiful, naked people.
Mr. Grant took them to the left, along a massive dark-wood bar that occupied one entire wall of the room. Behind the bar, ornately framed mirrors extended up to the two-story ceiling, and on the opposite side immense windows allowed you to observe a nighttime garden illuminated by tasteful lighting. Having been raised as the daughter of a very successful plastic surgeon, she was used to money, but this place had something money couldn’t buy.
It had class.
She scanned the crowd and couldn’t help the rush of excitement speeding her pulse. The public bar area was crowded, and every couch and chair was taken. There were even those who stood with submissives kneeling at their feet.
Another thing she didn’t think she’d ever be able to do in public. Fuck, she was going to make one shitty-ass submissive, but she had no choice.
This had to work.
Soon the familiar sight of her old costar’s long black hair and strong Native American profile came into view. Tonight his hair was held back by a silver clip, and he wore a tight black T-shirt and dark brown leather pants. Sexy, sinful, and oh so obviously in love with the pretty bartender smiling at him.
Sunny, the bartender, had a very gamine beauty about her. Tall, slender, with massive dark chocolate brown eyes and perfect skin. Her pixie cut made her already high cheekbones even sharper and her full, natural pout all the more sensual. The way the other woman looked at Hawk let Kira know Hawk’s devotion wasn’t one-sided.
