My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) (22 page)

A canopy of steel grids topped the bed, and chains of various lengths hung from several points of the frame, dangling down to the bed below. There were big hoops attached at intervals to the posts of the bed, and after trying to figure out why they were there, it dawned on her the bed would be used for pretty much any kind of restraint her Master could want.

“Oh my. Is that from the Martha Stewart prison collection?”

He pinched one of the red marks on her bottom. “On the bed, Kira. I want you on your back.”

She clambered onto the high bed, the white silk sheets slippery beneath her as she moved to the center of the heavenly mattress. Maybe after they were done, she could talk Bryan into napping out here. Birdsong and the rush of the river came through the open windows; the sheets smelled faintly of vanilla. When she rolled over onto her back, she couldn’t help but sigh. Everything felt so good, and she was so incredibly alive. Outside the air took on the golden quality she loved. Lots of movies were shot in this perfect lighting for a reason.

It sure as shit made Bryan look good.

He stalked up to the bed with bundles of black rope in either hand. Tossing them onto the bed, he pulled out a pocket knife. The sunlight created delicious valleys and shadows over his lean, muscular frame, and she appreciated the hard work and dedication it took to keep himself in shape. It also made him feel oh so masculine when he pressed into her, and his obvious appreciation of her plump curves made her more confident than she’d felt in years.

After cutting two lengths of rope, he reached up and grabbed one of the chains. As he pulled it down, additional chain spooled out from somewhere hidden in the canopy.

“Right arm.”

She lifted her hand, and he grabbed her wrist, snapping the chain to the cuffs with a solid snick.

“Other arm.”

This continued for a good ten minutes, him requesting only movement from her and expecting complete compliance. He focused on his work as he checked the tautness of the chains, the circulation around her wrist and ankles, then made sure nothing was going to get pulled or strained. So even though she was literally chained up and at his mercy, she felt safe.

He paused next to her head. After staring at her for a long moment, he began to open his jeans. Her instinctive reaction was to reach for him, but the jangle of the chains brought her up short. Why the hell did he hardly ever allow her to touch him? She barely suppressed a frown as she looked back at Bryan.

Obviously he read her intent, because his lips curved into his devilish smile that meant she was in trouble.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Pookie.”

“What word do you use when you need to slow down?”

“Yellow.”

“Good girl. I expect you to use them and will be very, very unhappy if you push yourself too far.”

He tugged his jeans down so they rode below his hips, the tendon leading from his hip to his groin standing out from the curve of his body. Beneath he wore a pair of tight blue cotton briefs, and her whole body clenched at the sight of precum darkening the fabric over the tip of his cock. She used to think she’d never like a man’s strong cum, that she’d always prefer the sweet taste of a woman, but once again Bryan had proved her wrong. Sucking him off, feeling him empty himself down her burning throat, had been an incredible turn-on.

“Open.”

Grateful for the chance to please him, she eagerly sucked on him as he pushed his way into her mouth, his harsh groans sending an answering wetness between her legs. Her widespread legs that revealed every fold of her pussy to him. God, she couldn’t even manage to feel embarrassed about being tied up and laid out before him like a human sacrifice. His ravenous reaction to her body shoved all doubts aside, leaving her feeling wanton. The collar pressed against her neck, and she thought about how pretty she must look to him, adorned in his jewels while taking his cock.

The chains clanked as she shifted her hips and kept pushing her mouth down over his cock. Because of her angle, she couldn’t get him as deep as she had yesterday, but at least this time she didn’t gag. The ring through the head of his cock was fun to play with, and she loved the way he’d thrust his hips when she tugged on it. She worshipped him with her mouth, her tongue, trying to tell him with her touch how much he meant to her.

“Shit, you’re too bloody good at that.” With a regretful mutter, Bryan pulled himself from her lips. He fisted his cock and massaged out a fat drop of precum. It clung to the curve of his piercing, and she groaned.

“Open.”

She did, and he moved onto the bed next to her head. Slowly jerking his cock, he milked himself until more precum came out, enough to send one luscious drop into her mouth. She moaned and sucked on the salty liquid, loving the taste of his arousal. He tasted like sex.

He moved off the bed again and removed his pants. She bit her lower lip as he bent to pick something up, his ass flexing in a delicious way and his heavy sac hanging between his thighs, tempting her. When he stood, he had a small basket with a dark cloth over it.

“Close your eyes.”

Trying to keep from pouting, she did and tensed when the bed dipped. Before she could prepare herself, she felt something gently pushing at the entrance to her sheath, something big, something warm, and something with a piercing.

His dick.

Her womb clenched down, and she wanted to cry with frustration. “Yellow. I’m so sorry, my lord. Yellow.”

Instead of sounding pissed, his voice was incredibly kind when he said, “Kira, open your eyes.”

She did, and a tear spilled down her cheek. “Yes, my lord.”

“Good girl. This is how it’s going to work. I’m going to have my cock inside of you. That is not something you have a choice over unless you decide to use your safe word. Don’t fret, love. We’re going to make sure you are very, very ready for me. Every time you say yellow, we stop, I make you come, and then we continue.”

She stared up at him. “That doesn’t sound very sadistic.”

He grinned, but his gaze was soft as he stroked her spread thighs. “I’ll take care of your needs. All of them.”

Before she could respond, he’d laid down on his stomach and began to rub his goatee against the top of her slit. Pinching her labia together, he forced her clit to pop out of its little hood. Licking at the exposed nub while rolling her pussy lips, he quickly sent her into an intense orgasm. The angry throb in her womb subsided, and she once again yearned to be filled by him.

Holding her gaze, he fisted himself and slowly rubbed the head of his cock over her entrance, making her writhe against him. He fed just the tip of his dick into her, and her vagina clamped down like it was trying to suck him in. The relaxation of her orgasm faded, replaced now by an urge to take him more, deeper, now.

He eased a little bit more into her, working probably about two inches of his fat cock into her tight sheath. The uncomfortable tensing of her womb started again.

“Yellow.”

He immediately pulled out and pinched her nipple, making her groan. “Good girl.”

After mercilessly stimulating her clit to orgasm with a vibrator, he once again pushed himself in, deeper this time. Holding still, not forcing the issue, he took in a deep breath. Sweat stood out on his body, a silent testament to how hard he was fighting to be gentle with her. Moving her hips the littlest bit, she began to rise up to meet him, and he was almost all the way in when she began to tense up.

“Yellow.”

His savage snarl as he pulled out both scared and thrilled her, almost as much as the dangerous look in his eye when he grabbed more rope. Moving quickly, the bobbing tip of his enormous erection slick with her fluids, he unhooked both of her legs. She stretched, but her relief was short-lived. He took her left leg and, pressing her ankle toward her butt, wrapped the black rope around it five times and left a small length of rope hanging down her inner thigh.

“If you feel any numbness, let me know.”

“Yes, my lord.”

He repeated the action with her other leg and sat back to survey his work. “Very pretty. But you need more.”

He reached into the basket again and pulled out what looked like black clothespins. He tied the rope to each, shifting it around until it was the length he desired. She had no clue what he was going to do with it, but when he was finally satisfied with one side and moved to put the clamp on the other piece of rope, she realized what he intended to clamp with those pins.

“Oh, oh no, my lord. Please no.”

“Silence.”

He slapped her inner thigh, and part of his hit went over a healing welt. Her yowl of pain made him smile, and she raised her head up, watching in dismay as he grasped her right labia and clamped it with the clothespin. As if that wasn’t bad enough, because of the short rope holding the clothespin to her leg, it pulled her labia open, exposing her to Bryan’s gaze more fully.

It was so kinky, so dirty.

She loved it.

He did the other side, then leaned back on his haunches, his cock bobbing against his belly. “There we go. Nice and open for me.”

He moved forward and braced his hands on either side of her head, the solid mass of his arms begging for her touch. Above her the chains clinked as she fought their hold, wanting to touch him so badly. He pressed his pelvis down and rocked the head of his cock over her fully exposed clit.

The sensation was intense, almost maddening in its delicious, sensual torture. Her mind began to shut down to focus only on the slow rub of his dick and the movement of his balls against her pussy. She was probably soaking him with her arousal right now, and she wanted to lick it off, to clean him and make him groan.

Reaching between them, Bryan took his cock in his hand and began to slap the tip on her clit. She arched and tried to buck him off, the direct contact hurting. He didn’t relent, just tapping at her exposed bud until she began to anticipate the sting followed by the rush of pleasure. The erotic noise of his cock hitting against her wetness merged into the other stimulation, creating a dark hole of pleasure that she began to fall down. No, not fall, more like slide.

As always Bryan was a master at playing her body, and soon her cries of pain became moans of pleasure, his touch teasing and tormenting. She begged him to make her come, that she’d do anything for him. He reached back and pushed her knees up, the clothespins tugging at her labia in a new direction and awakening more nerves to this painful pleasure. Grasping her thighs together, he rammed his cock over her pussy, sliding between her slick, pinned lips, rubbing her clit. The collar around her throat pressed down as she raised her head to watch.

“Come for me, my little slave.”

His rough words pitched her into the abyss, and she came hard. Her whole body shook and jerked, the spasms of her release making her blind with pleasure. He patted her pussy, sending a shiver through her body, before pulling off the clothespins. This sent two lightning bolts of pain through her poor sex. He made hushing noises while she whimpered. A moment later, the pressure on her legs eased, and she opened her eyes to find he’d cut her legs free.

Watching her carefully, he massaged her tight thigh muscles, all the tension melting away. Four good, mind-blowing orgasms combined with the endorphin rush of the pain had set her adrift, floating in the sky and only tethered to the earth by his will. She smiled at him, almost euphoric with happiness, and he grinned back.

“Good girl.”

He repositioned himself between her thighs and pressed forward. This time she welcomed the kiss of his prick against her entrance, the gradual push and filling. There was pain—how could there not be after four years of no sex?—but it wasn’t the horrible contraction-type pain. This was the pain of her body being forced to accommodate a man, her lord. She continued to drift, her limbs slack and her breathing deep.

She felt so full, so good, so connected to him. He shifted against her, and she sighed.

“Kira, look at me.”

Opening her eyes was a struggle, but she managed and was rewarded by him smiling down at her. “I’m in all the way, love.”

She contracted her vaginal muscles, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Oh, fuck yeah. He was in all the way, filling her and making her complete. Reaching up, he then unhooked her hands and drew them over his neck.

“Hold on.”

The slow drag of his cock out of her gripping channel was delicious torture, but nothing compared to the pleasure of his erection pushing back in again. He kept the rhythm easy, pinning her hips when she tried to respond, not letting her do anything but grasp onto his shoulders. The movement of his body beneath her hands, the scent of their combined musk in the air, and the fierce lust in his gaze started a quickening within her that demanded more.

“Harder, my lord, please.”

He didn’t move any faster, but he seemed to push farther until the head of his cock pressed against a dense area deep within her. She desperately took a deep breath of air and let it out when he withdrew, tingles racing through her. The rough scraping of his chest hair against her nipples, the ache from her labia where it had been clamped, and the fading welts from his whipping all marched into a painfully beautiful whirlwind that stole her breath.

He captured her mouth in a kiss, sucking her tongue, murmuring wicked things against her lips, things he wanted to do to her, things he wanted her to do to him. Some of them shocked her, but others made her cunt clench in anticipation.

“You feel so good. Hot and tight. Your little pussy is trying to milk my cock. My perfect girl.”

Joy mixed with her pleasure, and she reveled in the ability to finally give this part of herself to him, to finally be able to enjoy sex again. Oh, how she’d missed the intimacy of looking into her lover’s eyes as her orgasm approached, something she did now.

Fighting to get the words out as her body wound tighter and tighter, she groaned out, “My lord, may I come?”

“Yes.”

He sat up and began to drive harder into her, adding more pain to the mix. As doped up on adrenaline and endorphins as she was, he could have fucked her bowlegged, and she’d be begging for more. He began to massage her clit with his thumb, and she panted, straining against him, almost there.