My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) (25 page)

The deep bass of the music moved through her bones as he stepped back. He reached out and slid the robe from her shoulders, revealing her outfit of draping chains to the appreciative sounds of the people watching her. The top was shaped like a bikini, and the bottom links of dangling chains covered her like a skirt but hid absolutely nothing. In fact, she felt more naked with the chains than she would have in just her skin.

A breeze of cool air from one of the vents overhead kissed her, and her almost constantly sore nipples stiffened. She would have thought that with all of their rough play her nipples would have become used to the coarse treatment, but they seemed to be growing more sensitive to his touch. Right now she’d do anything he wanted for the chance to have his clever mouth on them, coaxing exquisitely painful sensations from her.

With a light, gentle touch, he began to remove her chain outfit until she was as naked as the day she was born. The pleased murmurs and compliments about her body from the nearby watchers warmed Kira from within. If she was being honest with herself and her desires, something Bryan greatly encouraged, she’d have to admit that she loved all the positive attention she was getting. In a weird way, it was a mixture of one of her worst nightmares and most erotic dreams.

When she’d been famous and had walked the red carpet quite frequently, she’d almost always have a dream before a big awards show about appearing nude on the red carpet, or having some kind of major wardrobe malfunction that would leave her naked before the massive crowd of photographers. Now she was naked before a crowd, but they liked her, and it was hard to be self-conscious about her nudity when all around her sat submissives in various states of undress. Deciding to play up to her audience, Kira turned and gave them a flirtatious smile.

Bryan softly laughed and stroked his hand down her back. “Careful, love. I don’t want to have to stop to perform CPR if you give the Doms heart attacks.”

He helped her onto the table, which immediately lit up with a rainbow of subdued colors beneath her.

Bryan must have caught her shocked looked, because he laughed. “The table responds to your movements, no matter how subtle. A nice tool for a Dominant to use while trying to teach a squirmy sub to stay still.”

Trying to keep from squirming, she smiled up at him. “It’s a good thing I’m so well behaved then, my lord.”

The crowd laughed, and Bryan shook his head. “Brat. Let’s see what we can do to test how well behaved you are.”

He reached down around the side of the table and brought out a thick black leather strap. She tensed and he shook his head, giving her a small wink that showed that beneath his cold, Dominant facade lay the man she’d grown to love. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on beating you with this.”

She gave him the best smile she could manage, and he took a moment to smooth her hair back from her face. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “Easy, love. If at any time you can’t handle it, we stop. No big deal. This is, as always, about your pleasure.”

“Thank you, my lord.” She took a deep breath and let it out, missing Bryan’s touch as he moved about.

He reached beneath the table and pulled out a bottle of oil and began to coat her skin with it. The scent of orange blossoms enveloped her, helping to relax her. With long, slow strokes, Bryan made sure every inch of her body was covered, and she sighed as he gave her a quick foot rub. Her Master knew just how to relax her, yet keep her aroused at the same time.

Using the hooks on each side of the strap, he fastened it to the table over her hips while leaving her pussy exposed. Another strap went over her rib cage below her breasts. He cinched it tight enough to hold her but not so tight she couldn’t breathe. Next came a pair of cuffs on her wrists, secured to the rings next to her. When he put the ankle cuffs on her, he then spread her legs wide open and attached the cuffs to the table.

Completely tied down and at his mercy, she tried to fight the trembles shaking through her but couldn’t manage to do anything more than pant. Blue, pink, and then purple light shifted beneath her, reminding her of being strapped to the Aurora Borealis. She felt vulnerable and wanted to be here less by the second. Bryan’s soothing touch as he moved her helped center her and push away her panic. She’d been in much more precarious positions than this with her lord, and he’d kept her safe every time.

He came back so she could see him, and in his hand, he held a candelabra of different-colored candles. A big male submissive in a chain-mail loincloth moved into her line of sight, and Bryan handed the candelabra to him. Turning, Bryan nodded to someone behind her head. “Thank you, Master Finn, for lending me your submissive.”

An older man’s voice tickled over her like sharp electricity, the command in his tone undeniable. “Most welcome. Watching someone of your caliber break in a submissive is always a treat.”

Bryan smiled, and when he looked back at Kira, the darkness in his gaze made her gasp. Oh, she knew that look. Part concentration, part excitement, and a whole bunch of lust. But underneath all those volatile emotions was a tenderness that had her whole body tingle with pleasure. She wanted to please him, to share the best experience possible for him as well. All she had to do was endure a little pain and do what he asked.

“Kira, I’m going to adorn your body with wax drippings. If you move and disrupt my work, I will be most displeased. If you manage to hold still, we’ll be able to remove the drippings in one solid piece.” He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. “I would then take that mass of wax and have it framed and hung in my green room where I can look at it and remember this perfect moment with you.”

She kissed him back, tickled pink about the idea of a part of her hanging among all that priceless and beautiful artwork. “Thank you, my lord.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Pookie, but you know that, my lord.”

“Yes, I know what it is, but I want you to know that everything that is about to happen is only occurring because you allow it. By using your safe word, you are giving both of us freedom. You the freedom to stop the scene at any time, and me the freedom to take you as deep into subspace as I can, to give you the most pleasure possible, without worry of injuring you or causing you harm. If at any moment you want this to stop, if it’s too much, safeword out for me, love. I can’t stand the thought of abusing your trust.” The sincerity in his dark gaze made her melt.

She smiled up at him, his almost constant worry about her safety tugging at her heart. “Yes, my lord. I trust you.”

Selecting a red candle, he moved out of her line of sight, and she tensed, her stomach a sour ball. She probably should have eaten more at dinner, but she’d been so keyed up she’d scarcely been able to do more than eat a few mouthfuls of her food. Now she regretted it because her stomach’s churning increased to the point where a light sweat coated her skin.

A few moments later, a hot drop of wax dripped onto her leg. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark because they had a dinner party her parents were hosting tomorrow night. She was taking Bryan, and it would be their first public event out together. She would like to be able to wear something that didn’t cover her from her ears to her toes.

She whispered, “My lord, no marks that can’t be covered by my dress, please.”

He looked up at her and gave her a small smile. “Don’t worry, love. You may have a bit of redness tonight, but I won’t leave any lasting marks that might raise questions. Now, hold still.”

The burning trail moved up one leg and down the other, then across her belly and between her breasts. He hadn’t gotten near any of her major erogenous zones yet, but that didn’t stop the heavy arousal from setting in. She relaxed, giving him free rein to take her where he wanted her to go, because she knew that once the pain was over, the devastating pleasure would begin.

Bryan placed the red candle back and selected a white one. This time he started at her chest, and she could briefly watch the pooling of the wax at the top of the candle, then the careful drip. He didn’t look at her face at all, concentrating intently on the way the wax dripped over her skin. He let a drop fall on her right nipple, and she couldn’t help but scream. The table beneath her reacted to her movements, and bright yellow and red light splashed over Bryan, painting him in the color of flames. He leaned down and kissed her lips, seducing her with his mouth and turning the burn into a delicious, painful pleasure that started to shut down her thoughts and turn her attention solely to her body.

“Okay, love?”

Her clit throbbed to the beat of her heart, and she couldn’t wait to have his mouth down there, his fingers, his cock. “God, yes. Don’t stop.”

After smiling at her, he resumed his task, dripping the wax down her other side in slow, controlled drops.

Next he grabbed a green candle, but this time, he let the wax fall on her left nipple, earning another scream.

Okay, that really fucking hurt, but she’d endured worse pain only to have Bryan make it into mind-dissolving pleasure. She just had to hang on until that happened.

She panted, trying to get past the pain, to get her body to switch it over.

He must have seen her struggle, because a moment later, his clever fingers were stroking through her exposed folds. He gathered some of her honey on his finger and spread it over her clit, dragging a groan from her. Pleasure finally began to overtake the pain, and she let out a shaky breath.

Still massaging her clit, he began to paint her belly with the green candle, sending little sizzles through her nerves that arched down to where he continued to toy with her.

All around them, the music pounded, and an odd taste filled her mouth. Before she could dwell too much on it, he began to drop the wax closer to her mound. Her breathing sped up. The anticipation was fair killing her, and she tried to breathe through the discomfort, but oh God, she knew it was going to hurt so badly. She held her breath and closed her eyes, willing herself to relax. She could do this; she just had to hold on a little bit longer, and that wonderful transformation would happen where he made her pain into pleasure.

Saliva filled her mouth, and her stomach lurched. Her legs and hands began to go numb, and all of her senses began to dull. Forcing her eyes open, she attempted to lift her head. Black dots swarmed the edges of her vision, like a thousand shadows converging on her. She tried to tell Bryan something was wrong, but by that point, it was too late.

* * * *

Warmth surrounded her, and she snuggled closer, the smell of unfamiliar laundry detergent mixing with a men’s cologne.

“Kira, please wake up.”

The fear and the strain in Bryan’s voice pulled her fully from the comfortable darkness. She opened her eyes and looked around. They were in what looked like a small, brightly lit medical room. An examination table sat to her right, and to her left a row of cabinets and a long counter. There was even an older African American man who looked like a doctor in a white lab coat.

Returning her gaze to Bryan, she found she was on his lap. A thick navy-blue blanket covered her, and Bryan’s warmth cocooned her. She tried to remember how they got here, what had happened, but the last thing she could recall was getting up onto the bondage table.

“What happened?”

“Are you okay?” Bryan stared down at her, vacillating between worried and seriously pissed. “Why didn’t you safeword out?”

“What?”

The doctor moved over next to them and put a hand on Bryan’s shoulder. “Easy. Ms. Harmony, you’re in the medical center at Wicked.”

“Wicked has a medical center?”

“Yes, just to handle the small medical emergencies that tend to crop up during BDSM play.” He gave Bryan’s shoulder a squeeze and removed his hand. “Now, tell me, how do you feel?”

The command in his voice helped to clear her mind. “Nauseous and weak.”

“You fainted, so that’s to be expected. What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Umm…Bryan, I mean my lord was strapping my hips down to the table, then…the last thing I clearly remember is him using the green candle on my chest. After that, it’s all muzzy. Why did I faint?”

“Because you didn’t safeword out,” Bryan snapped. “Kira, why didn’t you say something?”

She stared up at him, her anger kindling. “Look, I don’t know what happened, but I swear I would have used my safe word if I knew I was going to pass out. I tried to say ‘yellow,’ but I couldn’t get the words out.”

Before Bryan could respond, the doctor interrupted. “Let’s get you up on the examination table.”

He did a routine series of tests, asked her a bunch of questions, then took a vial of blood with Bryan glaring at them the whole time. “Ms. Harmony, I’m going to have the lab run this to see if you’re anemic. I’m pretty sure the reason you passed out is because of the excitement combined with your not eating a proper dinner.”

When he said that last part, she felt like she’d been scolded by her dad. Pulling the blanket around her, she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

The doctor smiled and patted her cheek. “I know you are, girl. You scared the shit out of your Master. I thought I was going to have to give him CPR when he noticed you’d checked out.”

She glanced at Bryan, and guilt overwhelmed her. Tears burned in her eyes and then rolled down her cheeks when she blinked. “I’m so sorry, Bryan.”

With a muttered oath, he stood and moved over to the table before gathering her in his arms. “You scared the fuck out of me, Kira. I thought I’d hurt you.”

It had been such a wonderful, perfect evening, and she’d ruined it. She tried to tell him how sorry she was, but all that came out were muffled half words as she cried. Finally she gave up and just sobbed.

Bryan held and rocked her, stroking her hair until her cries petered off into sniffles. Wrung out, exhausted, and still feeling slightly ill, she slumped against him. Her voice came out rough as she said, “I got your shirt all wet.”

The doctor handed her a wad of tissues before looking at Bryan. “Take her home, make her eat something, then make sure she gets plenty of rest. Nothing too strenuous for the next day or so, and she should be fine.”