My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked)

by Mayburn, Ann

  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.

  Fuck, she was a complicated woman. Keeping up with her mood changes would be a challenge. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear. Even if we could fuck until I passed out from dehydration, I wouldn’t with you, not tonight. You aren’t ready.”

  She turned, tears trailing down her cheeks. Poor girl. She appeared to be one of those submissives who would come down hard after an orgasm. He made a note to have plenty of warming blankets, chocolate, and other comfort objects for the next time they met. Now, he just needed to convince her there would be a next time.

  Closing her eyes, she tucked back into that almost fetal position. “It’s okay if you want to leave. I understand.”

  He wanted to ask her what the hell she was talking about, then remembered Jesse mentioning that the second man she’d ever had sex with had dumped her after she wasn’t able to take his penetration. Suddenly angry at the callous asshole who would leave a vibrant woman like Kira in such a hurt state, he forced her to look up at him. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

  She reached out to his hand with the tips of her fingers, sighing when he curled his hand around hers. “Okay.”

  “You could at least pretend to believe me, woman.”

  Her soft laughter seemed to wash away some of her sorrow. “Okay, oh Masterful Lord Bryan. I believe you.” She glanced up, her eyes a little red from crying. “When can I see you again?”

  “Would you feel comfortable coming to my home?”

  “Um… No offense, but I really don’t know you that well.”

  “I completely understand. But I would ask that you talk to Jesse and Hawk about me, Sunny too. You can trust that bratty little sub to tell you the truth.”

  She gave him an offended look. “Hey, I like Sunny.”

  “I like her too—her honesty is refreshing—but that girl would benefit from a good spanking.”

  Kira wiggled her bottom and looked at him through her lashes. “Will you spank me?”

  He grabbed a handful of her plush bum, then squeezed hard. He was fucking ravenous for her, and it was getting harder and harder to maintain control. Shit, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on without any actual sex. It was bloody annoying how hard it was to maintain his self-control over a woman he just met. In an effort to cool down, he smiled at her and said in a teasing voice, “Only if you’re a good girl.”

  The sudden heating of her gaze brought a renewed surge of blood to his already aching dick.

  She traced the side of his neck, her fingertips tickling over his pulse. “What’s your phone number?”

  “Do you need me to write it down?”

  “No, I’ll remember it.”

  He told her and made her repeat it back to him. “Text me, and I’ll give you my e-mail address. I’d like you to do me a favor.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I want you to e-mail me your sexual preferences and fantasies. Things that make you instantly hot. All the forbidden and taboo pleasures that you’ve never admitted but fantasize about. I want to make your every desire, your wildest fantasies come true. But I can’t do that unless you’re honest with me.”

  Flushing, she looked down at his chest. “That’s kind of personal.”

  He laughed and gently slid his hand between her legs, stroking her soft flesh until she moaned. “Darling, I haven’t even begun to become personal with you yet. If you’re going to submit to me, I need you to trust me. Yes, trust is something that needs to be earned, but please believe that I would never reveal your secrets.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  He traced his thumb over her now hard clit and loved the way she bit her lower lip. “When you think about it, think about me doing all those lovely, dark, forbidden things to you, with you. Think about how much better they will be when I’m in control of your pleasure.”

  A rush of wetness dampened his fingers where they were stroking her pussy, and a savage satisfaction gripped him. He slowly withdrew his hand and licked his fingers clean while she rubbed her pelvis against his with a little needy moan.

  “Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She smiled up at him, her earlier energy returning. An electric buzz tingled over his skin. She stretched, then winced.

  Instantly concerned, he helped her sit up. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, just old lady aches and pains.” The small muscles around her eyes tightened, and she took a deep breath. “Trust me. I’d endure a hell of a lot more for what you did for me tonight.”

  “Good, because I plan on putting you through hell and bringing you out the other side to heaven.”

  “Arrogant, aren’t you?”

  “It’s not arrogance when it’s true.”

  Chapter Four

  Bryan stood in front of the giant antique Moroccan mirror in his bedroom and took his jacket off for what had to be the tenth time. On his bed, scattered over the navy-blue silk comforter, were six more jackets, four pairs of pants, and three shirts he’d tried on and discarded. In a pile on the chair near his mirror were a variety of ties, suspenders, and cuff links.

  Lawrence, his butler and surrogate father, was going to choke Bryan when he saw the mess he’d made of his closet. They’d been together since Bryan was four years old. When Bryan had been banished to the United States by his family after the sex tape scandal, Lawrence had followed him across the pond. His mother, the esteemed Lady Sutherfield, had sent Bryan seven hundred and fifty thousand euros in order for him to establish a financial consulting business in the States. At least that was what his parents told their friends. In truth it was hush money, payment for leaving without yet another stain to their illustrious name.

  Closing his eyes, he forced his mind to stay in the present and not dwell on a time when he’d felt like a broken man. Things were different now. Not only was he older, but he also had turned that seven-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-euro investment into his own multimillion-dollar financial empire. He’d cashed in early on the fact that more and more people were going to be looking for a financ
ial consultant as the US economy weakened. Unlike most of his colleagues, he offered services to those making under fifty thousand dollars a year. True, his lower-end clients didn’t get the in-depth attention that his wealthiest clients received, but they did get sound financial advice that helped them increase their own wealth. His company had a close to 100 percent retention rate for their customers, which meant when the client got wealthier, so did the company.

  Bolstered by the thought of how many people he’d helped, people his parents would have seen as being beneath them, Bryan took off the jacket and tossed it onto the bed, deciding it was too formal for the mood he wanted to set tonight with Kira.

  At the thought of the beautiful ember-haired woman, his lips curved into what was no doubt a stupid grin. When he thought about their time together, he’d become aroused to the point of jerking off and even more excited about seeing her again. She would be here soon, so he should stop fucking around with playing dress up like some teenage girl going on a date.

  Striding over to the seating area tucked into a Moroccan-tiled alcove, he grabbed the printout of Kira’s e-mail and read it again. To his delight she’d gone beyond just listing her sexual preferences. She’d been rather honest about what turned her on, what she thought she might like, and what she was absolutely no way ever interested in. Or, as she put it, he was more likely to poop canaries than she was to ever want needle play.

  While the imagery was somewhat vulgar, he found her quite funny. It was hard to keep a straight face around her, but he couldn’t let her use humor to try to break the mood between them. He needed her to be out of her mind with pleasure, literally. If the pain associated with penetration was mostly mental, he’d have to somehow get her to check out and just feel.

  Not an easy task but also not impossible. He’d just have to try to get her deep into subspace, something that would take time, but he wouldn’t rush this experience with her. Kira deserved to have some joy in her life, to let her Master take her pain away. He’d fulfill all her desires, give her everything she could ever want or need.