His Devil's Wish

by Linzi Basset

  “I don’t care,” Khalid barked. Steven didn’t blink at the string of Arabic curses that followed. If he showed any sign of understanding what they were saying, he was a dead man. It was the one thing he’d witnessed in the second week after his arrival—the cruel nature of the future ruler of Saudi Arabia. So far, he’d been unsuccessful in finding any link between Khalid Saud and the Sixth Order.

  “You forget who I am, American,” Khalid sneered.

  “No, I haven’t, but you have become reckless, Khalid.” Steven felt his muscles tighten. The voice sounded strangely familiar.

  “Prince Khalid. You will address me with respect. You Americans have no idea of the power I have.”

  “I’m not threatening you, Prince Khalid but we can’t afford to let our guard down. It’s imperative that we keep to the timeframe as agreed. Pushing it forward is a huge risk. We could be exposed and so would you. Do you have any idea of the repercussions if that happened?”

  Khalid grunted. Steven watched in surprise as the prince opened a 1926 bottle of Macallan and filled a tumbler with amber liquid. It wasn’t the fact that the spirit carried a whopping price tag of $75,000 that surprised him, but the fact that drinking alcohol was against Islam beliefs. The Islamic laws were harsh and liquor smugglers received a death penalty. Even foreigners caught trading alcohol were punished—five-hundred lashes.

  “I intend to move the merchandise when I’m in New York, in two weeks,” Khalid barked and emptied the glass down his throat.

  Fuck me. Didn’t the man know Macallan is meant to be savored?

  Then his senses sharpened as his mind replayed what Khalid had just said.

  “What do you mean?” The heavy Americanized accent crackled over the speaker.

  “My prized Arabian stallions are racing in the Triple Crown. This year I have a feeling they’re going to win and I intend to be there to accept the prize. I’m not going to spend more money on a delivery a month later. How do you say in America? Two flies at once. What better way to celebrate winning the coveted Triple Crown than with a container filled with nubile concubines, to fill my pockets even more?”

  Steven was hard pressed not to show any reaction. He’d been dreading that the operation had been a waste of time and after the discussion with his boss last night, so had he. Finally, after years of searching for proof that the future King of Saudi Arabia was involved with sex slavery fed by an American syndicate, they had a breakthrough. Steven only hoped that the FBI would be able to trace the call to connect him to the Sixth Order.

  * * * * * * * *

  Back at Club Devil’s Cove . . .

  Paige’s stomach churned. The mammoth, Master Goliath, approached with his arm around the petite woman by his side. He leaned down to hear something she said, and he rewarded her with a slap on her buttocks and a loud smacking kiss on her lips.

  “You’re a naughty little sausage,” he chuckled.

  Paige was amazed at how gentle and caring he was toward his sub. She cringed in realization. She had messed up badly. He might be as big as a mountain, but he clearly had a soft heart.

  “Ah, Master Goliath,” Ethan drawled and got up from the sofa, dragging Paige with him. She instinctively leaned into his body, effectively using him as a shield between her and the imposing man watching her with an evil glint in his gaze.

  “You should fear me, little one. I don’t tolerate disrespect.”

  “I apologize for my rude interruption of your scene, Sir. I honestly believed your sub was in distress.”

  Goliath tilted his head. He scrutinized her thoughtfully. He didn’t miss the flicker of fear in the back of her eyes, or the way her body was seeking assurance and protection from Ethan. Goliath encountered abused women in his career as a celebrated psychologist. He’d bet his prized Arabian stallion that this woman had suffered abuse at some point in her life.

  “Appearances can be deceiving, my pet,” he said. His deep voice sounded rough, like the edges of steel grating over stone. “Have you decided on her punishment, Master Apollo?”

  “Yes. Seeing as she interrupted your whipping scene, she will receive twenty whip lashes.”

  Goliath kept his gaze on Paige all the time. He didn’t miss how her entire body jerked at the mention of a whip or how her face blanched.

  “Normally I would agree but I suspect that she has realized her mistake,” Goliath said. He kept his smile to himself when Paige visibly slumped in relief.

  “But, Master Goliath! She fucked up our scene,” his sub said indignantly.

  “She did, but I believe her apology is sincere.”

  “Are you saying she doesn’t deserve to be punished at all? Fuck that, Goliath! I want her—”

  Goliath’s dark look silenced her tirade mid-sentence. “Goliath? Such disrespect is unbecoming of you, Lilly, as well as your habit of cursing. Don’t overstep your boundaries with me.”

  Lilly pressed her lips together. Her stiletto tapped on the floor. She seared Rose with a furious glare and ignored the warning in Goliath’s eyes by not apologizing for her disrespect.

  “What do you propose, Goliath?” Ethan asked. He’d watched the interlude between the three with interest. Goliath had a way with people. He was a keen judge of character. He appeared intimidating because of his size but once you got to know him, he was the kind of man you would want by your side.

  “A flogging, Master Apollo. I believe thirty strikes will appease my ire.” His hand clamped around Lilly’s throat when she opened her mouth to protest again. His hands were so big that his fingers circled her neck completely. Paige watched with wide eyes as he tilted Lilly’s head back. “Is this the real you, sub? Have I made a mistake in believing that you are a sweet and gentle woman?”

  “I’m sorry, Master. It’s just that—”

  “I don’t recall giving you permission to speak.” Goliath looked around until he found July where she stood close by. “Take her to Master Wade, please. Instruct him to chain her to the bar. I will attend to her after the flogging.”

  “But—”

  “One more word and you can bypass the bar and go straight home, Lilly. Choose. Now.”

  Paige realized Lilly was being disciplined for disrespecting Master Goliath by denying her the pleasure of witnessing Paige’s punishment.

  Ethan unclipped Paige’s wrist cuffs and untied the straps of her halter-neck dress. Paige held her breath. Because of her career as a model, she was used to her body being on display, but being naked was always a challenge for her in the public areas of the clubs; especially when Ethan’s eyes turned liquid gold at the sight of her enticing curves.

  He stood back with the dress in his hands. His eyes seared every inch of her naked skin, enthralled by her full breasts that stood taut and proud under their perusal. Her hips were perfectly curved under a narrow waist, leading to long, lean legs that seemed to go on forever.

  “What do you think, Master Goliath? Panties on or off?” He asked with a quirk to his lips. The way Paige’s fingers curled and unfurled showed that she was tempted to cover her breasts.

  Goliath slanted an amused glance at Ethan. “You’re asking me? You know I don’t believe a flogging punishment is complete without a few strikes right in the center of a sub’s pussy, Master Apollo.”

  Ethan swallowed his smile at how quickly Paige locked her knees together in response. He approached her slowly, watching her swirling gray-green eyes. His fingers slipped into the front of her black satin thong. The pressure, as he fisted the material, caused it to cut sharply into her crack and slit.

  “I’ll take it off, Master—ooh!” She gulped when he responded by simply tearing it off with one hard yank.

  He smiled evilly at the reproachful glare she sent him. Why Doms found it necessary to rip off a sub’s underwear, she had no idea. Didn’t they know how damn expensive sexy lingerie was? She caught her breath when he brushed his fingers over her clit which was still throbbing from his earlier ministrations.

  “So lov
ely and responsive to my touch,” he murmured with his eyes on his fingers. He pushed two inside her pussy and swirled them around. “So wet, Rose. Such a pity.”

  “Wh-what, Master Apollo?” she managed to stammer. Her loins clenched with longing and regret when he removed his fingers.

  “That I won’t be fucking this little pussy tonight,” he said. He pushed his fingers into his mouth and watched her eyes flare as he sucked the film of her arousal from the digits. “You taste good, Rose. Like an elixir designed specifically to my palate.”

  Paige whimpered at the thought of missing out on sex with him, yet again. It was the only reason she’d come to Club Devil’s Cove tonight. To find him and have him fuck her brains out.

  Great, Paige. Just fucking great!

  Ethan’s wicked smile attested to the effect he knew he was having on her.

  “To the whipping chains, Rose. I don’t want a Saint Andrew’s cross to restrict where I land my flogger.”

  She paled visibly and felt her knees wobble, but she followed his instructions and walked to the corner where the chains were hanging from the ceiling. Within seconds he had her hands cuffed to them. He cranked them up higher until she was teetering on her toes.

  “May I suggest a spreader bar, Master Apollo?” Goliath intoned.

  “Just what I was looking for,” Ethan drawled as he took the one Goliath held out to him. He kneeled between Paige’s legs and with quick efficient moves locked her knees wide apart. “Hm, I think I want her higher, Goliath. Crank up the chains a little more until she’s at my height. Perfect.”

  Paige forced herself to not struggle. Her fingers tightened around the hard metal links. She was now suspended in the air. Arms high overhead and her legs held wide apart by the spreader bar. She felt the quiver of fear claw at her stomach as a memory from the darkest moment in her past pushed to unveil itself.

  No! Master Apollo will never hurt me deliberately. Focus, Paige. Live in the moment. Forget the past. Focus. Live in the moment.

  The mantra managed to soothe her frayed mind.

  “Relax, Rose,” Ethan’s deep voice penetrated the black cloud that threatened to wrap around her soul. His hands stroked her legs, upward on the outside of her thighs and down on the inside. She felt her muscles relax under the soothing caresses, only to pant, when his palm brushed back and forth with delicate sensuality over her spread open labia.

  “From what I recall, you’ve been in the lifestyle a few years, correct, Rose?” Ethan asked.

  “Yes, Master Apollo,” Paige wheezed as he continued to probe the silky texture of her labia.

  “And going by your recent bratty behavior, I imagine you’ve been punished before?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Paige’s lips turned white as she bit into them in an effort to stay the keening moan that was building inside her due to his relentless caresses.

  This isn’t punishment. It’s fucking torture! Sensual torture.

  “What’s your safeword, Rosebud?”

  “Red,” she grated through clenched teeth.

  “Very well. I’ll start with a horsehair flogger to heat up your skin first but I will warn you before I start the punishment. Ready, sub?”

  Her, “Yes, Sir,” was still echoing in her ears when he flicked his wrist and the pliable horsehair strands stroked against her skin; softly at first and then with a little more sting. Paige forced her muscles to relax as she felt her skin heat up under the strikes. Ethan increased the intensity.

  “That’s good, my pet,” he praised when her breathing hitched as the next few strikes made contact with the insides of her thighs and her breasts. He flung the flogger over his shoulders and stepped forward to run his palms over her skin that was now glowing rosy pink.

  “She heats up beautifully, doesn’t she, Master Goliath?”

  “Like a rosebud about to bloom, Master Apollo,” he agreed.

  “Quite,” Ethan waited until her skin had warmed up enough. He rolled his shoulders as he stepped back from her and picked up his leather flogger. Paige jerked at the threatening swish of the strips when he snapped his wrist to test its weight.

  “Here we go, Rose,” he warned.

  Swish, crack, swish, crack, swish, crack.

  The sharp sting that accompanied each strike against her skin caused Paige to arch her back. Her body swung back and forth as a result. It didn’t deter Ethan. He began to circle her leisurely while snapping his wrist.

  “Hmmm . . . oooh!”

  Paige wasn’t aware of the audience watching in awe as Ethan continued to expertly wield the flogger, ensuring that the strands caught a different part of her skin with every strike. There was no other sound in the whipping chamber apart from swish and crack of the flogger echoed by her whimpering. People stood watching in reverence as Ethan landed one scorching strike after the other across Paige’s ass, back and thighs. Her low moans turned to cries as the flogger burned its way across her entire body.

  Ethan watched her intently, landing the next strike the moment her body relaxed. The flogger kissed her skin with soft thuds. With just the snap of his wrist, he catapulted her straight into a world of pain.

  Swish, crack, swish, crack, swish, crack.

  “Fuc-c-k,” Paige screamed. The cry turned to a wail when Ethan placed the next four strikes directly across her pussy. The thin leather strips seared into the softness of her spread open labia.

  “Oh god, please! I’m sorry!”

  She couldn’t stay the tears which began to stream down her cheeks. Her body thrashed in the clanging chains in a cheerful melody as a result. The audience erupted in applause at the beauty of her submission. Her undulating waist and hips with each strike, the way her breasts flattened under the next strike, left them gasping. She was a vision—a personification of the lifestyle—true submission, accepting, trusting and offering herself to her Dominant with every twist of her lithe body.

  “Please, I beg you.” Paige arched and wailed when the last four strikes from behind connected with her pussy and thudded against her clit.

  “Beautiful,” Ethan’s growled as he threw the whip over his shoulder. He stood watching her body dance and shudder, suspended in the air. He nodded at Goliath, who banged the pulley knob with his fist to lower the chains while Ethan quickly removed the spreader bar.

  Ethan was surprised when she wrapped her legs around his waist the moment he stepped closer.

  “Please, Master Apollo,” she begged. Her eyes were wild and glowing like beacons.

  She arched her back and stared at him through heavy eyelids. The movement caused her breasts to bob up and down with an enticing motion. He couldn’t resist and leaned closer to pull a taut nipple into his mouth. Her cries increased with each hard suck and tug.

  “I beg you, please,” Paige whimpered.

  Ethan lifted his head, his gaze enigmatic. “What is it you want, Rose?”

  “Fuck me. Please. I need you to fuck me,” her voice cracked toward the end. “NO! Leave it. Just like this. Fuck me, now,” she demanded when he reached up to free her hands.

  “Ah, my little rosebud seems desperate, doesn’t she, Master Goliath?” Ethan teased lazily. His eyes darkened as he met her gaze. “But this is a punishment, Rose. You’re not supposed to find any pleasure—”

  “Anything. Please, Master Apollo. I’ll give you anything you want. Just fuck me, now. Please!” Paige thrashed and twisted against him, rubbing her clit hard against the rough surface of his jeans.

  “It’s up to Master Goliath, my pet. This was his punishment. Make him an offer and he might concede,” Ethan responded, watching her with growing heat and excitement in his gaze. He knew what Goliath would demand. His cock was fully aroused and pressed hard against his pants.

  “Master Goliath, I’ll give you anything. Please allow Master Apollo to fuck me,” Rose begged blindly. She had never been this aroused and in desperate need to feel Ethan slide his hard cock inside her pussy.

  “You should think twice before making suc
h an offer, my pet.” Goliath stepped against her back.

  Her breath wheezed. The two hard bodies sandwiching her caused her libido to spike with a flood of arousal in her pussy.

  “Fuck, just smell that. This little sub is hot for you, Master Apollo.”

  “Yeah, but I think your presence is amplifying the bouquet.”

  Goliath brushed Paige’s hair from her face. He whispered in her ear. “Very well, Rose. You may have your pleasure on Master Apollo’s cock now, on the condition that I get to fuck your ass with him in the near future.”

  Paige heard the words and she bobbed her head up and down, hardly registering their meaning.

  “Anything, Master Goliath.”

  Both men chuckled at her eager response. Ethan reached between their bodies and unzipped his cock. He pried Paige’s legs loose from around his waist and stepped back.

  “Hold those pretty legs apart for me while I bag Junior, Goliath. Fuck, she’s got a pretty pink pussy,” Ethan drawled while he sheathed his cock, watching Paige helplessly floundering in the arms of the big man holding her legs up against her waist. He half smiled and stepped between her legs, which she wrapped around him the moment Goliath stepped back to watch.

  Paige moaned as she felt the blunt tip of his cock probing the entrance to her pussy. She bore down—hard. Her scream tore through the dungeon as she impaled herself upon his huge shaft. To the hilt.

  She immediately began to thrash and ride him. She humped against him like a wild filly tearing across the prairie. He watched her through hooded eyes, allowing her the freedom to take what she wanted. Her untethered lust excited him more than anything he’d ever experienced. His veins were ablaze with the heat that seared throughout his body as he watched her ride him. His hand rested lightly on her hips, her movements too wild and desperate to be contained. Ethan didn’t want to restrain her, nor did he mind, seeing as his cock was receiving the best of both worlds. A hard, fast fuck while being encased in the hottest, wettest and tightest pussy he’d ever felt.

  Except for . . . holy shit! It’s her!