Read My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked 1) Online
Authors: Ann Mayburn
Tags: #Multicultural, #contemporary, #BDSM, #erotic romance
He untied her legs, then paused to massage her calves and
thighs, strong strokes that turned her muscles into mush. Riding an enormous
wave of endorphins and delighting in his touch, she barely stirred when he
removed the blindfold. However, when the earphones came off, she finally opened
her eyes and smiled.
He was above her with his hands braced on either side of her
face on the cross. Looking entirely too smug, he smiled at her. “How was my
kiss?”
Unable to summon the willpower to smack him, she sighed.
“Not bad.”
The offended look he gave her sent her into a fit of giggles,
and he grumbled, “Let’s get you off this thing before you fall and break
something.”
She grumped at him but allowed him to help her down. Wine
ran down her legs, and she glanced down at her feet. “I’m a mess.” She giggled
again, not sure why she was laughing but feeling too incredible to really even
care.
He took her hand and led her to one of the spaces that water
rushed down. She almost yelled when he placed her beneath the water, but to her
surprise it was warm and felt wonderful. With a laugh she reached up and stood
on her tiptoes, letting the water rinse over her. She felt great, amazing even.
With one final turn to rinse the last of the wine away, she stepped out of the
water and shivered as Isaac wrapped a towel around her.
Without a hint of strain, he lifted her and carried her over
to the white fur couch. He sat back and cuddled her in his arms, then tucked
her up against his chest. The unmistakable hardness of a very thick erection
pressed against her ass, and she froze.
“What’s wrong?”
She rubbed her face with the edge of the towel. “I would
really like to return the favor. I mean, you haven’t…you know. Your stuff is
like a rock against my ass.”
He laughed, and she hid her face against his chest. “It’s called
my cock or dick. If you can’t even call it by the proper name, you will never
get the pleasure of having me slowly push my cock into your soaking-wet cunt. I
bet you are nice and tight, all soft curves and heat. Would you scream as loud
when you came if I had you on your hands and knees, fucking yourself with a
vibrator while sucking my dick?”
While she was embarrassed at his frank talk, her body
thought they were all fantastic ideas, and her already wet pussy got wetter. “I
don’t know.” She gave him a seductive smile. “Want to find out?”
He groaned and leaned his head back. “Kitten, you’re killing
me. A man’s control can only go so far, and I’m not fucking you tonight. Now
behave, or I’ll have a limo take you home instead of me.”
She didn’t like that thought at all. She wanted to cuddle up
into the unbelievably comfortable leather seats of his SUV and know that she
could sleep, that he would get her home safe. “I just feel bad you didn’t get
anything out of it. I want you to be happy too.”
“I had a good time as well. How could I not enjoy your
abandon, the way you let me pleasure you, and how hard you came? All things
Doms crave from their subs.” He smiled and caressed her jawbone with his thumb.
“But when I said I wanted to take it slow, I meant it. So when you become my
submissive, for however long of a time, you will follow my rules. And the
number one rule I have with you is to not rush anything, to savor every
discovery about your body one at a time, to show you everything BDSM has to
offer.”
She yawned, using it as an excuse to break the weird tension
that grew between them. “Fine. But if I fall asleep here, I want you to make
sure no one sees me like this.”
He shifted her in his arms and held her close, allowing her
to wiggle around until she was comfortable. She couldn’t help the contented
sigh that escaped her lips as he ran his hands through her wet hair, working
out tangles. In a matter of heartbeats, the world faded, and she fell into a
satisfied sleep.
Brutally cold air blew against Lucia’s face, and she awoke
with a start. Something tightened around her, and she smelled the world’s most
delicious cologne. Her mind conjured images of dark silken hair and piercing
blue eyes.
Isaac.
She must have said it aloud, because he replied. “Sorry
about this. We have to walk a bit to the car.”
His arms held her close, and she sighed. “You know, if you
carry me around like this too much, I might be tempted to never walk again.”
His voice held amusement as he said, “Spoiled, Kitten.”
A wave of warmth brushed across her cold cheeks as he slid
her into the open door of his car. She took a deep breath to clear her head and
pulled Isaac’s jacket closer around her. Through the windshield she watched him
trudge in the dusting of snow with flurries dotting his dark hair. A blast of
freezing air accompanied him as he got into the SUV. Still clad only in his
leather pants and tight black T-shirt, he shivered.
Feeling guilty that she was nice and warm in his jacket, she
grabbed her hands in his. They felt like ice against her skin. “For Pete’s
sake, Isaac, you’re going to get frostbite.”
He tried to tug his hands back. “I’m fine.”
Ignoring him, she brought his hands cupped in her own to her
mouth and blew her hot breath on them. They remained just as frigid. “Really,
you could have pulled the car around.”
“And wake you up? No, you’re cute and quiet when you sleep.”
“That was very nice of you.”
He sighed and shook his head. “You almost make me feel bad
about what I’m going to do to you.”
Before she could question him, he pulled his hands away and
thrust them through the opening of the coat, filling his icy palms with her
breasts. She let out a breathless shriek and tried to pull away, but her back
was against the door. “What the fuck!”
He laughed and traced the undersides of her breasts, then
lifted them and ran his thumb close to her nipple, but not close enough. How
the hell could she be freezing and aroused at the same time? Was that even
possible? It must be, because her never-ending hunger for him sent a flush of
blood to her cleft.
Grasping his wrists, she tried to push him away, but he held
fast and captured both of her nipples in a hard pinch. “Let me make up for
being so cruel, Kitten.”
Her protests died the moment he leaned over and opened her
coat, fully exposing her chest to his view. She subtly tried to suck in her
stomach, and he leaned closer. His hair brushed her lips while he kissed her
collarbone. Moving lower, he pressed his lips in the valley between her breasts
and let out a low growl.
“Your skin feels so soft, like the surface of a peach,” he
whispered. “There is nothing on earth to compare with how beautiful you are.”
She relaxed a bit, and her pussy continued to grow swollen
and sensitive as he lightly brushed his lips over her collarbone and then back
down, all the while pinching her nipples hard enough to sting and trapping them
between his fingers. He turned his head, and she threaded her fingers through
his hair, groaning when he released one nipple from his cruel grip. A sharp
spike of pain from her breast made her yelp, but he quickly laved it away with
his decadent tongue. Her nipple crinkled further until her breast actually
ached to be touched. When he sucked on it, she cried out his name, gripping him
closer.
He repeated the same treatment with her other breast, first
the pain and then the pleasure. He continued to touch her with restless hands,
skimming her waist and hips before returning to her breasts again and again.
“Please, Isaac, please.”
He released her nipple with a
pop
and moved back into his seat. “No.”
Still swimming in a haze of lust, she tilted her head. “No?”
“No.”
Frustration pushed at her desire, and she hooked a leg
behind his seat and braced the other one against the console. Feeling more daring
and aroused than she’d ever been, she trailed her hand down her stomach and
slipped it beneath the tiny panties she still wore. While holding his gaze, she
parted her cleft with her fingers and spread her slickness over herself.
She brushed her clit and moaned, arching into her fingers.
Isaac watched her with no expression, but the way his lips twitched when she
flashed him a peek of her pussy made her empty channel clench with need. What
was it about him that made her so uninhibited? She was by no means a virgin,
but she’d never been with a man who made her feel this wanted.
Biting her lower lip, she began to rub her throbbing clit in
small circles, knowing just how to touch herself to make herself come. She
closed her eyes and gasped as her orgasm hovered at the edge. Before she could
actually reach her peak, a pair of rough fingers pinched her clit, hard, and
effectively ended her orgasm.
She screamed at the harsh treatment and tried to push his
hand away.
“I said no orgasm.” He removed his fingers, and blood
returned to her poor clit in a painful rush.
“As soon as I can move, I’m going to kill you.”
He grinned and turned on the car before pulling out of the
lot. “I wouldn’t advise that while I’m driving.”
“Coward,” she muttered and jerked the jacket closed before
putting on her seatbelt. “Why can’t I orgasm? You don’t own me. I’ll just do it
when I get home.”
“I’m telling you not to orgasm because I want you hot and
needy next time we meet. I want to be able to press you up against the wall and
sink my fingers into your tight, beautiful cunt and feel you ripple around my
hand.” He blew a harsh breath out of his nose. “You have no idea how much I
want to pull off the side of the road, get in the backseat, and have you ride
me until you can’t move.”
She clenched her thighs together and cleared her throat.
“Here looks like a good place.”
He laughed, and some of the tension went out of his
shoulders. “How about we talk instead?”
“Fine. Why won’t you let me please you in return? I mean,
most guys would be begging for a blowjob by now.”
“That is a rather personal question. If I answer it, I get
to ask you a question as well.”
“Go for it.”
He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “Because I
believe in delayed gratification. Let me put it to you this way. I could have
kissed you last night, and it would have been good, really good, but would it
have been as powerful as my kiss tonight?”
“Well, no.”
“And wasn’t your orgasm better because of how long I made
you wait for it?”
She squirmed in her seat, the memory heating her from the
inside out. “Yeah.”
“It’s the same for me. When I finally have the pleasure of
your hot little mouth wrapped around my dick, it will be all the sweeter
because it is something I’ve made myself wait for, a pleasure that is to be savored
and appreciated.”
“You make it sound like drinking a fine wine.”
He smiled. “In a way it is. If you chug a glass, you’re
robbing yourself of a better, more intimate taste. Now it’s my turn.”
“Go for it.”
“Have you ever cheated on anyone?” He glanced at her. “Don’t
lie. I will know.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “I’ve only cheated once.”
His jaw tightened, and she sighed. “It was in the third grade. Timmy was my
lunchtime boyfriend, and Paul was my playground boyfriend. Then Paul and Timmy
met, became best friends, and I lost both my boyfriends.”
His undignified snort of laughter startled her. She couldn’t
help but grin. “No, I’ve never cheated on anyone, and I probably never will.
It’s not in my nature.” She hesitated but figured if he wanted honesty from
her, then she wanted it from him. “Have you ever cheated on anyone?”
“Never.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
He smiled, his teeth flashing white in the lights of the
freeway onramp. “Because it’s not in my nature.”
They drove in silence, and she snuggled back into the seat,
her mind racing. She really, really liked this guy even though they’d just met.
So far he seemed perfect—too perfect—and she wondered if she would find out he
collected Cabbage Patch Kids or had a statue made out of boogers in his
bedroom. He turned on a soft jazz station, and she leaned her head on the
glass, watching the lights.
She must have dozed off, because all too soon they were
pulling up in front of her apartment building. Isaac put the SUV into park and
got out. She shook her head as he ran through the cold and opened her door.
Without a word she let him lift her from the seat. Maybe she
should give him a gift certificate to a chiropractor for all the time he’d
carried her today. All too soon they arrived at her apartment, and she reached
into his coat pocket where she’d stashed her keys. With a bit of fumbling and
laughter, they made it into her lobby. The rough carpeting quieted their
footsteps, and they took the stairs. This time she was behind him and got to
watch his fantastic ass work those leather pants as he climbed the steps.
The hallway leading to her apartment was quiet, and she
wanted to hold his hand but didn’t know if that would be too much like
something someone in a relationship would do. Then they reached her door, and
she looked up at him, dying to give him a good-night kiss.
Fuck it.
She leaned up on her tippy toes, brushing her lips against
his. “Thank you for a wonderful night, Isaac.”
He looked down at her and brushed a strand of hair off her
face. When she wasn’t wearing her heels, he was so much taller than her. He
made her feel small, feminine, and desirable. She leaned up and kissed him
again, this time a slower brushing of lips that set her blood on a low simmer.
They broke apart, and he stepped back with a rueful grin.
“Get inside before you scandalize your neighbors.”
“Fine.” She unlocked her door and looked up. “When will I
see you next?”
“Unfortunately tomorrow I’m booked solid with meetings. I
work hard three days a week so I can take the next four off.”