Sexy Scoundrel: A Cocky Hero Club Novel

by Greywood, Raisa

  “Fine. I’m good. What the hell was that?”

  “Did you like it?”

  “I…” Her cheeks darkened to red and she lowered her eyes. “Maybe.”

  “I’m glad. Give me your hands,” I said, letting my voice deepen as I stalked back to her. It was time to see just how far I could draw her into submitting to me.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to tie you up so you don’t hurt yourself, and you’re going to be perfectly still while I make you come.”

  She bit her plump lower lip, eyes wide as she held her hands out to me. “I don’t think I can be still.”

  I took her hands and kissed her palms, tracing my tongue over a long scar on the meat of her thumb. “Trust me,” I whispered. “I’m going to make it worth your while.”

  Letting the scarf dangle, I wrapped it around her wrists, then slid a finger between the fabric and her skin, ensuring it didn’t pinch or cut off her circulation. “Are you comfortable?”

  “I… Yes.” She clenched her fists and looked down at the colorful scarf. “I thought it would be rough.”

  “No.” I kissed her jaw and pushed her hair away from her face. “That’s an entirely different game, and not one I’m particularly interested in. I want to find out what you like. We’ll skip everything else.”

  Flushing, she gave me a crooked smile. “I have no idea what I like. It’s been so long, I think my virginity has grown back.”

  Grabbing a couple of extra pillows, I said, “Lie down on your back, hands over your head. I’m going to give you a taste of the possibilities.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Carlina

  I leaned back against the pillows, stretching my bound hands above my head as Giorgio asked—no, ordered. Who knew bossy could be so sexy?

  “Comfortable?” he asked, wrapping the free ends of the scarf around a wood slat in the headboard.

  He hadn’t tied the scarf very tightly at all. It was loose enough I could probably get away if I wanted to. Watching me expectantly, he waited for me to answer him, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t in pain, but I was uncomfortable. My skin felt too tight, like it was stretched thin. I itched with want and I wanted to scream at him to touch me again.

  I was helpless, and it exacerbated my need. “Touch me, please.”

  Giving me a smile, he knelt on the bed next to me and traced a finger down my arm. “Ground rules first,” he murmured. “All you have to do is enjoy this. If you don’t like anything I’m doing, say red. If you’re not sure and want a moment to figure things out, say yellow.”

  “And green if I’m okay?”

  “Exactly.” Lowering his head, he kissed me, tracing his tongue across my lower lip. With a low growl, he pulled away, then rolled off the bed and lifted a leather duffle bag up. Unzipping it, he retrieved a few short cream-colored candles and a bottle of baby oil.

  “Candles?” I asked. “I think we’re both a little old for mood lighting.”

  His lips twitched into a smile. “No, these aren’t for lighting. Have you ever heard of wax play before?”

  “No, sorry.”

  He retrieved a ceramic plate from the bag and set in on the nightstand, then lit a candle and placed it in the center of the plate. “Don’t be sorry. It’s a form of sensation play and I think you’ll like it.”

  “I don’t know what that is either.”

  “Hmmm.” He picked up the candle, tilting it as the wax melted. “I’m what some people call a very lazy service top. I don’t need to be called sir or master, nor do I want a partner to obey my every command.” His eyes crinkled and he gave me a devilish grin. “Well, not unless we’re in bed, anyway.”

  He set the candle down, then grabbed the bottle of oil. Uncapping it, he let a steady stream fall to my breasts, then spread it over my skin, his hands warm against me. My nipples pebbled and I arched into his touch.

  “That feels good. What’s a service top?”

  “I’m glad.” He poured more oil on me, the cool liquid making me shiver before he massaged it into my abdomen. “A service top is someone who prefers to play according to their partner’s wishes, rather than their own, but it’s a label like anything else.”

  “I see. What do you get out of it?”

  He set the oil aside and retrieved the candle. “I’m a man of simple needs,” he replied, letting the melted wax fill the well created by the flaming wick. “I like to experiment with many different things to find out what makes my partner come so hard he or she passes out.”

  “He?”

  Giorgio winked at me, then said, “I’m not sexually interested in men, but I have had male play partners on occasion. Does that bother you?”

  Hell to the no, it didn’t bother me. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to watch him play with another gorgeous man. Maybe he’d let me rub oil over the faceless male partner, feeling the tight muscles bunch with nerves under my hands, wondering what this beautiful, enigmatic man would do. Who knew Giorgio Acardi would be so adventurous?

  I squeezed my thighs together, watching with some trepidation when he moved the candle over me, then took it away. Coño. I was going to come before he laid a hand on me. “No. It’s actually pretty hot and I think I might like to watch sometime.”

  “Someday, maybe.”

  I couldn’t decide whether to be nervous about the candle. I wasn’t afraid of fire, in general. We were both awake, sober, and alert, and I was absolutely certain he wouldn’t be careless. The flickering flame mesmerized me and I smelled a faint tinge of smoke when he blew it out.

  To my surprise, he held it several inches above my chest. Still wearing that naughty grin, he tipped it. Before I could protest, the thin stream of hot wax hit my nipple, hardening almost immediately. It wasn’t hot enough to burn me, yet the heat sent tendrils of need deep into my core as the wax solidified, tightening around my nipple like a vise.

  I arched up, my eyes falling closed, desperate for more. More wax trickled over my abdomen, the river of heat sensitizing every bit of skin it touched.

  “Coño,” I hissed. “More, please.”

  Still wearing that evil smile, he lit another candle and set it on the plate before grabbing the bottle of oil. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”

  More slick oil dripped on my pussy and ran down my thighs before he swirled it over my clit. I bucked against his hand and whined when he stopped.

  Picking up the second candle, he said, “There’s another label that I will freely admit to.”

  Desperate to come, to get more of the incredible sensation of hardening wax, I breathed out, “What label?”

  “So glad you asked.” He flicked the hardened wax off my nipple with a fingernail, making me cry out. “I’m also a bit of a sadist.”

  Lifting the candle above my groin, he let a stream of wax fall to my clit.

  I think I passed out. I was pretty sure I screamed, but I didn’t know. I read a viral review of a sex toy once that mentioned something about going into the light. Christ almighty, I was going to follow that damned light.

  Heat filled me, the momentary sting of hot wax gone as it cooled and tightened over the most sensitive part of my body. I panted, trying to catch my breath. Holy fuck.

  His thick cock bobbing, Giorgio leaned over me and pushed a strand of hair out of my face. “Give me a color, Carlina,” he ordered.

  Trying desperately to focus, I stared at the candle on the plate. “Can we do that again?”

  Laughing, he shook his head. “Don’t you want to see what else is in my bag of tricks?”

  “Yes,” I hissed. “More, please.”

  “Tell me a color first.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a black whip with several thick tails.

  A wiser woman might have screamed out the word that would stop everything. My Abuela had taken a switch to me once, after I purposely let her goats out of their pen just to see them run and play across the pasture. She’d made me round them back up, my bottom ac
hing from the sting the whole time.

  My wisdom was in question though. Hadn’t I put up with Mark’s bullshit for a lot longer than I should have? Besides, I was too interested to see what Giorgio would do with the black leather twining around his hands like snakes.

  The wax had been intense, decadent pleasure, coupled with the pinch of nerves about something that should have made me wary. I wanted more of whatever he decided to show me. I might not trust Giorgio Acardi with my heart, but I did trust him to make me come so hard I’d go blind.

  “Color, Carlina,” he said, his eyes intent on mine. “Tell me a color or everything stops now.”

  “Green. I would have said so if it was anything else. What’s the big deal?”

  “We’ve never played before,” he replied, letting the falls of his flogger trail across my belly. It tickled, and I gasped when the leather strands licked at my nipples. “You have to trust that I know what I’m doing and that I won’t hurt you, and I have to trust that you’ll stop me before I do.”

  “Oh.” I bit my lip and shut my eyes, my face heating. When he put it that way, it was completely reasonable. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize. This is all new to you.” He coiled the flogger and set it in his bag. “If you’re still willing, we’ll skip the play and get straight to the main event.”

  Leaning down, he kissed me, tracing his tongue across my bottom lip, then to the sweet spot under my ear. “I have plenty of condoms.”

  “No, please. I’m very, very green. Please, show me,” I begged. I needed to see more things like the wax. What else did he have in mind? I was willing to beg so I didn’t miss this opportunity.

  Triumph gleamed in his dark eyes. Too late, I realized what he’d done, the mind-fucking son of a bitch. “You—”

  “Ah, Carlina, that was definitely a beg I heard from your pretty mouth.” He touched my jaw with the handle of the flogger, applying gentle pressure until I had to arch my spine to raise my chin. “I told you I was a sadist.”

  Giorgio

  The look on Carlina’s expressive face was priceless. The mixture of anger and arousal made me glad she was restrained, but I had warned her.

  I wasn’t a sadist in the traditional sense. Giving people physical pain didn’t do anything for me. The mind-fuck was far more interesting.

  Tempt and tantalize. Give them a taste of darker pleasures, then threaten to withhold it all. I wanted my partners to make a choice to follow me and actively participate in what I was doing, and Carlina had fallen for it.

  “You are such an asshole,” she muttered. “You set me up.”

  “Color, Carlina.”

  Scowling at me, she said, “Green.”

  “Wonderful.” I pulled the flogger from the bag and laid it next to her. “Let me help you roll over.”

  Still grumbling, she let me position her on her stomach, her magnificent ass just waiting for the kiss of my flogger. She had the softest skin. I loved touching her. It was like stroking velvet over sleek muscle. Picking up the flogger, I trailed the falls over her body, letting the leather caress her beautiful curves.

  This was my favorite part of introducing a newbie to the delights of bondage. I lifted the whip and dragged across her shoulders, enjoying the look of surprise on her face. Judging by the way her muscles tensed, she’d expected me to hit her harder, but that wasn’t my goal.

  I was after a bigger prize. Although we couldn’t play too hard because of her injured ribs and her inexperience, I wanted her so lost in pleasure that she’d beg for more.

  Loosening my shoulders, I painted her upper back with gentle strokes, limiting my target to that small area. I’d get to the unmarked globes of her backside later. I had plans for that ass.

  The tension left her shoulders and she relaxed into the pillows. “Mmm. That feels almost like a massage.”

  “Good. Color?”

  “Still green.” She turned her head to face me, but didn’t open her eyes. “Are you going to keep asking me that, or get to the main event before Antonio comes home?”

  I snapped the flogger at her ass, letting it give her the slightest sting before I put it away.

  “Ouch!” She let out a soft hiss and I stroked her, admiring the tiny red mark on her generous flesh. “What was that for?”

  “You have the smartest mouth, Ms. Pérez. That was just a small warning to mind your manners.”

  If I was more dominant and less service top, she’d be well on her way to getting her butt blistered. As I was coiling the flogger, my eyes lit on another toy and I turned away to hide my grin.

  Keeping my back to her, I retrieved the item I’d forgotten was in there. An unused vibrating butt plug, still in its packaging, cried out to be inside Carlina’s ass. I cleaned it, using toy cleanser from my bag and a soft cloth, then got some warming lube and a condom. It was small, barely as big around as my thumb, and would be ideal for getting her used to the feel of something penetrating that perfect rosebud nestled between her ass cheeks.

  “Be careful what you ask for,” I murmured.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing.” I moved behind her and got on the bed, kneeling between her thighs. “Lift your hips, please.”

  Carlina lifted her head and turned to look at me. “Why?”

  A more experienced submissive wouldn’t have asked, but I was surprisingly okay with that. I didn’t want someone who would obey without question. That was part of the reason I’d gotten out of the lifestyle in the first place. I’d gotten bored with always being obeyed just because I called myself a dominant.

  “Because I want you to,” I replied, sliding my hands under her hips to help her. “And if you do it, I’ll give you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”

  “Sounds too good to be true.”

  Despite her words, she lifted her hips enough to allow me to slide a pillow under her. Her ribs probably weren’t up to holding the position if I’d asked her to get on her knees and lean forward, so this would have to do for what I had in mind.

  “I have a whole bag full of tricks I can use to prove you wrong. Didn’t you like the flogger?”

  “Good point.” She wriggled, settling herself into position without being asked. “Carry on, please.”

  Shaking my head, I slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Behave yourself.”

  Letting out a quiet whimper, she lowered her head to the pillow and arched her back.

  I pushed her silky hair off her shoulders, baring her neck. Bending down, I whispered, “I know your secret, Ms. Pérez.”

  Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t have a secret.”

  “Uh huh.” I sat up and tugged the drawer of her nightstand open, pulling out the high-end rechargeable vibrator I’d heard her use more than a few times. It had driven me nuts every time, knowing she was getting herself off without me there to enjoy it with her.

  To her credit, it was a very quiet little toy, and she didn’t make a sound. I wouldn’t have heard it at all if I hadn’t been passing by her room one night on my way to the kitchen for a snack.

  Her eyes widened and she flushed. “That’s not mine.”

  I pressed my lips together so I didn’t laugh. “Then you have a bigger secret than I thought. Whose is it?”

  Glaring at me helplessly, she muttered, “Mine.”

  I stroked her ass, dipping my finger between the folds of her pussy. Moisture trickled over my hand, and it was all I could do to stop myself from fucking her right then. Thankfully, I’d had enough sense to leave my pants on, otherwise I didn’t think I’d have been able to hold back.

  “Good girl,” I crooned, petting her. “Are you going to tell me what you think about when you get yourself off?”

  “No. I plead the fifth.”

  “Hmm. Maybe I can change your mind.”

  I turned her toy to its lowest setting, and giving her an evil grin she couldn’t see, laid it against her clit.

  Chapter Twenty

  Carlinar />
  I was going to die. The paramedics were going to find me tied to the bed with my ass up in the air and a stupid cheesy grin on my face. It would stick there with rigor and the funeral home would have to close my casket because everyone would fucking know I died having raunchy sex with a man I shouldn’t have.

  My mother would never be able to show her face in public again, and all my aunties would whisper behind lace mantillas about the man who could give a woman a smile like that. I’d be a cautionary tale for young girls at Quinceañera celebrations forever.

  Giorgio moved my little toy, and I convulsed, my chest heaving for air. I barely noticed the twinge from my sore ribs. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t have ribs. My pussy clenched, spasming around nothing as he skillfully worked the toy everywhere but where I needed it most.

  “Giorgio! Please!”

  “Please, what?” he asked, a smile in his voice. He moved the vibrator again, easing it slowly toward my asshole. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

  “Please.” I let out a low groan when he circled my ass with the toy, my hips bucking in a desperate attempt to get the damned thing where I needed it. “Fuck me, please.”

  “Hmm. That’s a nice beg. I like hearing that. But where, Ms. Pérez? Where would you like me to fuck you? Here?” he asked, stroking my pussy, “or in this delightful ass of yours?”

  “I don’t care. Just, please. I need—”

  “Quid pro quo, Carlina. Tell me what you fantasize about late at night while this toy hums away between your pretty thighs.”

  “No, please don’t make me,” I begged. “It’s too embarrassing.”

  The toy stopped buzzing and he pulled it away. Laying next to me, he pushed hair out of my eyes and kissed me softly, the sweet brush of his lips across mine making me ache.

  “You can’t surprise me, Carlina. I’ve been playing these games for a long time.”

  I bit my lip and looked up into his earnest face. It didn’t seem like he was looking for an excuse to laugh at me. He was into this, and genuinely wanted to know what got me off. What harm would it do to tell him? Our relationship, or whatever it was called, wouldn’t last forever, and it wasn’t like he was going to spill the beans to the tabloids or anyone else for that matter.