My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) (6 page)

Sensations spiked from her breasts to her clit and back again. Gentling the pressure on her nipples, he tugged and rolled them between his fingers. A different kind of energy flowed from him now, not as sharp but more confining.

“There now. That’s a good girl.”

He stopped touching her altogether, and she watched him wet his fingers before grasping her nipples again and rubbing gently. Amazing pleasure suffused her until she thought her legs might give out. She groaned when he stroked the sensitive tips of her breasts. His mood shifted, and he grasped her nipples, squeezing hard enough that it was all hurt and painful pleasure. She looked up at his face, and as he stared into her eyes, something way down deep in the darkest reaches of her psyche began to wake. Her pussy clenched; then her honey wet her inner thighs.

Of fucking hell, why hadn’t she tried BDSM sooner?

“Feel that? How the pleasure is different than what you normally feel when someone plays with your breasts? The pain has sensitized you, made you more aware of your body, conscious of how good it can feel once you push past the pain to the pleasure. Submit to me, Kira, and I will make you feel things you never even imagined were possible.”

Chapter Three

The moment Bryan released Kira’s nipples, he shifted his arm around her back, ready to catch her if she fell. Her shriek became muffled against his chest as the blood rushed back into her nipples and her hands moved between them to cup her abused nubs. He couldn’t help but smile, pleased by the way her hips pressed against his and the unmistakable scent of her wet pussy reached his nose.

Her beauty appealed to him in some way that was like all the notches in a key finally fitting the lock and turning it. Things he’d never considered as striking now enraptured him. The way her freckles spread over her shoulders and lightened as they neared where her panties covered her bum made him want to trace each dot with his tongue. Speaking of her arse, it was a work of art. A nice, big, fat bottom that deserved his worship. He was going to make that healthy bum pink, then red, and finally when she was begging for her release, he was going to make her come by fucking it.

Hell, he wanted to fuck her right now. If she was any other submissive, he would have been buried up to his balls with her screaming his name. Chiding himself for acting like an eager baby Dom, he took a deep breath. He’d have to go slow with her. She was as green as the grass and as skittish as a fawn. That meant small toys, fingers, and tongues at first before moving on to anything more substantial.

Like his aching cock.

She moved closer to him, and he found himself wanting to soothe her. While he was tempted to coddle her, something unusual unto itself that he’d think about later, he knew it was past time to see all her body as he’d commanded. If she was truly hurting or terrified, he’d slow down, but if she was scared, she would soon get over it. If there was one thing he knew how to do well, it was coax the response he wanted out of a woman’s body.

Dropping to his knees before her, he grasped her hips and rubbed his face against the softness of her round belly. “Place your hands on my shoulders.”

She complied, a needy sound accompanying her squirming beneath his hands. Usually he found such lack of self-control a turnoff, but Kira had no idea what the rules were—yet. Her movements were natural, unstudied. An expression of her desire. He’d teach her protocol and, along the way, mold her into the kind of submissive men dreamed about, he dreamed about.

He nibbled his way to her belly button, pausing to dip his tongue into the hollow, then bite along the edges. There was something very erotic about biting for him. The sight of his teeth marks on a woman’s body, the subtle crunch of skin almost breaking beneath his teeth made his dick ache. That was another reason he liked curvy women—there was more to bite. He didn’t have to feel like a dog trying to get some meat off a dry bone.

Amused at his thoughts, he refocused on the task at hand. He’d give her a little bit of pain, watch her responses, and push her comfort zone while learning what aroused her. Kira needed to know pleasure from him first. To see what kind of ecstasy he could give her as a reward if she behaved.

Unfortunately—and fortunately—he didn’t think that was going to happen very often. No matter who she ended up with, Kira would always be a handful. It would take a great deal to make her bend to anyone’s will. But he had a feeling that once she accepted a Master, that lucky man would be her one and only. Until he got her to acknowledge his Mastery—and mean it—he’d have a hell of a fight for dominance on his hands. Especially since she had an Irish temper to match her flaming-red hair.

He’d always loved a challenge.

Kissing his way over her hip, he took his time to brush his lips against each freckle. They were actually rather cute. Gave her an innocent air he wanted to corrupt and defile in the most delicious ways. Speaking of delicious, her cunt smelled divine. Musky like a woman but with a hint of almost sweet to it.

Threading his fingers through the hips of her panties, he slowly drew the green silk down her legs. When she lifted her foot to step out, he lightly smacked her hip and earned an indignant yelp. “Stay still. I want them around your ankles so you can only open your legs as much as your panties allow.”

He leaned back so he could inspect her and sucked in a deep breath. She had one of the prettiest pussies he’d ever seen. A very thin strip of neatly trimmed strawberry curls exposed the rest of her shaved cunt to his sight. Small but with extremely puffy outer lips, her clit hid between her swollen labia, barely visible. His cock tried to punch a hole in his pants, and he made a vow he would not give up until those plump lips were being spread by his thrusting dick.

Unable to resist, he leaned forward and sucked one outer lip into his mouth, nibbling on it while she gripped his shoulders and gasped. A hint of her liquid arousal met his tongue, and now it was his turn to groan. She tasted as sweet as she smelled.

Eating her would be like eating candy.

He pulled back and blew a warm breath on her mound. “I can see why the girls like you so much. Your pussy is as sweet as can be.”

She gave a breathless laugh. “Vegetarian. We taste sweeter.”

“Interesting. Kira, I want you to start playing with your nipples, as hard as I played with them. If I feel like you’re doing a half-arsed job of it, I’ll stop, and you will not like that one bit.”

She licked her lower lip and looked down at him with passion-glazed, dark eyes. She was such an unusual combination, warm sherry-brown eyes, soft auburn hair, and those freckles. As long as she didn’t speak, she could carry off the virginal-young-woman look rather well.

At the first stroke of her nipples, she thrust her hips at his mouth. Eager for a better taste, he delved between her labia, seeking out her clit. The hard little nub brushed his tongue, and she groaned. “Oh, Bryan, that feels so fucking good.”

Well, looks like it wouldn’t be hard to get her to talk dirty. That would help in the long run. Communication was essential between a Master and submissive. Even though this was only temporary, he still wanted a connection with her.

But right now he just wanted her to come.

Pulling her sex open with his thumbs, he began to rhythmically lick her pussy from her perineum up to her clit. One of the things God had blessed him with was a long tongue, and he knew how to use it. He almost fingered her but stopped himself and caressed her inner thigh instead.

Looking up, he caught her standing still, her hands cupping her breasts and her face slack with pleasure.

Displeased, he gave her inner thigh a hard slap that made her moan. “Play with those pretty fucking tits, love, or the next slap is going to be on your clit.”

Groaning deep in her throat, she began to rub her palms over her nipples before twisting them like he had. He used his thumbs to hold her open again and got to enjoy the sight of her pussy clenching down on an imaginary cock, seeking something to grip. Poor girl. It must really be frustrating to want and not be able to have.

Leaning forward, he placed his mouth against her clit and let her labia go, enjoying how the ultrasoft skin surrounded his mouth. He began to swirl his tongue around her clit, judging from her reactions how she liked it. Her scent enveloped him as her taste flooded his tongue, making him want to fuck her in the worst way.

She hunched over, her hands scrambling for his shoulders. He began to massage her bud with his tongue, a rolling motion he’d learned from a Swedish submissive he’d met while riding his motorcycle through Denmark. Much like when someone did that to his balls, Kira didn’t stand a chance. She gave a long, breathy moan, then clutched at his hair, grinding her pussy against his face.

Feeling primal, on the edge, he nipped at her clit, and she began to orgasm against his mouth. She kneaded her fingers against his skull like a kitten’s paws as she came, her breath bursting out in harsh pants. For as loud and vocal as she was before her orgasm, when she came, she was incredibly soft, quiet, and oh so fucking sexy. More of her honey leaked out, and he eagerly ate it up, reveling in the delicious taste. If he had a cunt like this available to him at all times, he would start every morning with her for breakfast.

She tried to push him away, but he sharply nipped her labia. “You’re going to come again.”

“Oh, no.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I can only come once.”

He ignored her halfhearted attempts to pull back and began to lick around the entrance to her sheath. She tensed, then let out a soft sigh when he did no more than tease. Soon her movements became restless, and he slapped her inner thigh again but didn’t stop eating her. She seemed to respond well to the slaps, even tilted her hips forward after each blow and made these little hungry moans that drove him crazy. He varied the strength of his strikes, focusing on her response and altering his techniques in order to pleasure her as much as possible.

Keeping up that pattern—spanking her, then sucking on her clit, then spanking her again—he soon had her jittering against him. He rested his hands on the warm surface of her reddened skin and began to pinch and further stimulate her. Her pussy convulsed against his mouth. The urge to see her orgasm this time suffused him, so he leaned back and held her labia open. “Make yourself come.”

When she hesitated, he slapped her pussy, and she screamed. He soothed the abused skin with long swipes of his tongue, then pulled back again. “Do it.”

This time she didn’t hesitate. She reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit with a hard, circular motion that would quickly send her over the edge. He didn’t bother to hide his growl of desire at her efforts to please him. She began to play with her nipples again, which were now thick and hard, begging him to chew on them, to make her squirm and whimper even as she came all over his fingers.

Her breath caught, and he watched with fascination as the first contraction hit her pussy. Her slick, reddish pink flesh began to pulse gently as her inner muscles squeezed and released. Not ripping down his pants and shoving his cock into her as he normally would with a submissive was torture.

When her last contraction passed and her legs began to shake, he stood and pulled her against his chest. “What’s more comfortable for you? Sitting or lying down?”

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed like she’d been drinking all day. “Lying down.”

Moving slowly, he eased her into the adjoining open space which held the enormous black silk bed. After settling her among the pillows, he removed his shoes and tossed them in the corner before joining her. She smiled and wiggled on the silk, totally unashamed in her nudity.

As usual, a really good orgasm or two had a way of making a woman relax and embrace her sexuality.

He leaned on his elbow and looked down at her. She hesitantly reached for his face. Grasping her hand, he placed it against his cheek, then let go. Her soft stroke helped to soothe his inner beast, allowing him to regain control of himself.

Somewhat.

“Do you swallow?”

She blinked, some of the fierce intelligence coming back to her eyes. “No.”

“You do now.”

Her look of shock was almost comical. “I beg your pardon?”

“I swallowed you, every delicious fucking drop. You will do the same for me.”

She flushed and began to inch her hand down his torso. The way she licked her lips making his already hard dick hate him for what he was about to do. Capturing her hand and holding it against his stomach, he shook his head. “No, not tonight.”

“Seriously?”

“Extremely. Your Master’s seed is a reward, not a given. After you leave, I’ll wrap my hand around my cock and come long and hard, thinking about you.”

Her eyelids half shut, giving her a sensual look. “Can I watch?”

“No.” He couldn’t help but grin at her disappointed pout. “But you can think about me when you’re home. I’m assuming alone?”

She stiffened. “Yes, alone. Do you really think I’m the kind of girl that would do that?”

He shrugged. “At Wicked, you never know.”

She started to push away, but he gently dragged her back. “Easy, love. If this is going to work, you can’t run every time you get your knickers in a twist. Because I’m going to twist them up a lot.”

She grumbled but allowed him to tuck her against his body. She fit quite well, tall enough so they naturally curved around each other. He usually only dated short women, but it was nice to have more to touch, to hold on to. With a soft sigh, she pulled one of his arms around her and began to stroke his hand.

“Thank you.”

He smiled at her pensive tone, glad she couldn’t see his face. “Why do you sound like you’re sorry when you say that?”

She seemed to shrink down into herself. “No reason.”

His Dom sense honed in on her, feeling something was not quite right. “Kira, be honest with me.” She stiffened against him but didn’t say anything. “Now.”

“I feel like shit because I can’t make you come, okay!” She grabbed a nearby gold-brocade pillow and held it against herself in a death grip.