My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked)

by Mayburn, Ann

“Yes, they do, but they happen a lot more to people who don’t recognize true danger.”

  Her hurt turned to defensive anger. “That’s really ironic coming from a man who just whipped me. Maybe you’re a prime example of my inability to recognize danger.”

  Fighting to keep his own temper under control, he moved down her body and started to work on her thighs. “Maybe I am. The question is are you strong enough to walk away from me?”

  She turned beneath him, coming to her knees with a painful groan and facing him with the sheet pulled up to her chest. “Are you dumping me?”

  He was all ready to say yes, to do them both a favor and end this now, but when he looked into her eyes, the thought of never seeing her again was beyond intolerable. “No.” He sighed and scooted her closer so he could hold her stiff body. “I’m afraid that’s no longer an option for me. But if you were wise, you would leave me.”

  “What do you mean?” She tried to push away to look at him, but he held her close, savoring her warmth and trying to keep from pressing too hard on her welts.

  “I mean, love, that I’m at your mercy.”

  She socked him lightly in the side. “I swear to fucking God, Buddha, and Superman, if you don’t start making sense soon, I’m going to take a whip to you.”

  “Perish the thought.” He hesitated, then chided himself that if he ever wanted her to be honest with him, he had to make that first step. “It means, Kira, that I would do anything to make you happy. Isn’t that what men do for women they fancy?”

  “You fancy me?” Her voice grew thick on the last word, and she buried her face against the side of his throat, rubbing her lips back and forth along the sensitive skin over his jugular.

  “No. I’m telling you that so I get the pleasure of having you constantly pass out on me.” He ignored her unflattering muttering. “What I’m saying is I’d like to see how this goes, but I can’t do that if I’m constantly worried that you’re going to allow me to push you too far. I can’t live like that.”

  She let out a long sigh and gently pushed back so she was on her knees again, facing him. She searched his face and finally nodded. “Okay, I’ll try. But how will I know when it’s too much? I mean, seriously, so far everything we’ve done together has been awesome from my side. Like better than drugs. If my friends back in Hollywood knew about you, I’d have to cut some bitches.”

  “Charming.”

  “Thank you.” She titled her head. “So where does this leave us?”

  “Well, I was hoping you might consider stepping out with me sometime.”

  A teasing grin curved her pretty lips. “Why, my lord, are you asking me on a date?”

  “Brat. Yes, I’m asking you on a date.” Fuck, if he didn’t feel like a schoolboy asking a girl out for the first time.

  She began to slowly take the pins out of her hair with her free hand, an exaggerated thoughtful expression crossing her face. “I don’t know… I mean, it could be quite embarrassing to have to kneel next to your chair during dinner. What would the waiters say? Would they leave a bowl on the floor for me, or would I starve while you ate?”

  “If you weren’t so sore, I’d beat you.”

  She laughed and shook her head, the mass of burning-ember hair spilling down her back and over her shoulders. “But no, seriously. If we’re out in public, would you expect me to treat you like my Master?”

  “I’d expect you to treat me like your man.”

  “My man.” She gave him a coquettish look. “I rather like the sound of that.”

  “Don’t get too carried away. If you act like a brat in public, I will punish you for it in private.”

  She fluttered her lashes at him and let the top of the sheet slip a bit, then winced. “Ow. My nipples are on fire.”

  “How is the rest of you?”

  Her gaze unfocused. “Good. I mean, I hurt, but nothing I can’t handle.”

  “I don’t want you to ‘handle’ it. I want the truth.”

  “That is the truth. Bryan, I’m not some delicate English rose. I’m more like a kudzu vine.”

  “A what?”

  “It’s a vine that grows down south in the States and is practically impossible to get rid of unless goats eat it. Look, my point is despite my being of the female persuasion, I’m not a girlie girl.”

  Her tough expression was adorable. “I find you to be very feminine, soft, and delicious.” He traced his fingertips over the top of her breasts before she swatted them away.

  “Hey now. We’re having an adult conversation here.”

  The flush of her chest distracted him. “Mmm-hmm.”

  “I’m serious. I was a professional stuntwoman, Bryan. I’m tough. In fact I’d say I’m tougher than most men. I could probably kick your ass.”

  He rolled his eyes. “You’re misunderstanding me. I know how strong and courageous you are. What I want you to understand is that you don’t have anything to prove to me. It won’t make me think any better of you if you endure being whipped to the bone. In fact, it would make me downright ill to hurt you like that.”

  Her shoulders slumped a bit, and she toyed with the edge of a pillow. Looking away, she said in a soft voice, “But I want to please you.”

  Women had to be one of the most frustrating creatures God ever made.

  Or his ultimate joke on men.

  He reached out and stroked her hair over her shoulder, knowing that at the very least the touch of a Master always brought comfort to a submissive. And Kira was submissive. Maybe not to anyone else, but to him she would surrender most of her control. Not all, and he didn’t expect her to do that so early into their relationship.

  “Kira, you don’t have to guess as to what pleases me. Do as I say. And I say that if you don’t start using your safe word, I won’t scene with you anymore.”

  “You won’t see me anymore?” Her head whipped up, and her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

  “No, woman. I said I won’t scene with you anymore. As in I won’t play BDSM games with you, I won’t allow you in my dungeon, and I won’t allow you to put me into situations where I might hurt you because of your foolish pride.”

  “Oh.” She scrunched her brows down and gave him an adorable irritated pout. “I don’t have foolish pride.”

  He merely looked at her until she lowered her gaze. “Which brings us back to the present. Foolish pride aside, is there anything you need right now?”

  For a moment she was silent; then she let out a soft huff of air. “Fine. My nipples feel like someone has taken a cheese grater to them, my ass feels like it was dragged across the pavement, and I have a feeling all of these welts you left all over me are going to make wearing anything that touches my skin for the next few days painful. But you know what? All of that is trivial compared to what you gave me.”

  “And what’s that?”

  She closed the space between him, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting the sheet fall. “An amazing experience. Beyond anything I could have ever imagined. But I have a question for you.”

  “Go on.”

  “Well, if you’re asking me out on a date, meaning, like, we’ll be dating and stuff”—she ignored his snort—“I’ll be willing to make the terrible sacrifice of playing with women for your pleasure, but if I see one submissive touch you, I may need you to bail me out of jail for beating some skank ass.”

  “Charming again, but I happen to agree. Seeing you with Jessica and Shy tonight, watching how they enhanced your pleasure, it was very arousing for me. Consider yourself the lucky girl. The sole focus of everyone’s attention. But if it had been another man touching you, I would have whipped the shit out of him.”

  “Good, so we’re both territorial psychopaths, and I will make the ultimate sacrifice of being your sexual plaything.” She nibbled on his neck, sending bright sparks of pleasure through is body. “But, my lord, I haven’t been a very good submissive.”

  “No kidding.”

  “Hey!” She nipped his ea
rlobe. “I’m trying to offer you an amazing blowjob and maybe something more here.”

  He stroked her face and shoulders, avoiding the hot skin where his whip had struck. “You can’t offer something that isn’t yours to give.”

  “Oh, so we’re back in Master/slave mode now, are we?”

  “Love, the instant you call me ‘my lord,’ I know you want to play. So don’t use those words unless you’re ready for the consequences.”

  Her body softened against him, making his balls tighten. “My lord, would you please use the hole of your choice for your pleasure”

  Lust slammed, hard and fast, into him. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to make love to her, he wanted to have sex until she couldn’t walk straight, but he didn’t want to hurt her. “Kira…”

  “Please, just try. When you touched me after the whipping, it felt so good, but I wanted more. I wanted your cock inside of me, stroking me, making me come with you deep inside.”

  His muscles fairly shook with the tension of not taking her right there.

  “No. That would be a reward, and I won’t reward you for endangering yourself.” She pouted at him. “I want you lying on your back with your head hanging slightly off the edge of the bed.”

  She gave him a curious look and crawled over to the edge. He moved quickly after her, sliding off the silk sheet and helping her carefully turn over onto her back. For a long moment he admired her body, the lush softness, the pink welts, the deep red nipples still hard and begging for his touch.

  “Part your legs.”

  At the first glimpse of the pink within, he leaned over and laved her clit, quickly made the bud harden beneath his tongue. While pleasuring her, he pleased himself by touching the slightly raised welts, the differentiation between the heated skin and the cooler skin around the damaged areas. The harder he touched her with his hands, the more he ate at her pussy until her breathy cries echoed through the room. This was an important part of her training, making her body associate pleasure with pain. Almost like Pavlov’s dog salivating at the sound of a dinner bell, her body would become aroused by his painful touch.

  Sucking at her pussy lips, holding them between his teeth and biting down, he felt the telltale tension fill her frame, her shoulders lifting from the bed as the muscles of her stomach grew tight.

  Pulling away, he blew on her exquisite cunt and smiled as she moaned. “Lovely.”

  The taste of her filled his mouth, and his cock ached to be sucked. Kira gave him an accusatory look that he ignored, but wisely didn’t complain. Lifting her hair from beneath her, he let it flow down the edge of her bed. A few minor adjustments as to how far her head was tipped back, and he had her at the perfect angle for a good, deep throat fuck. In this position he didn’t have to worry about her gagging as much, only cutting off her air.

  Knowing Kira’s propensity for courting danger, she’d probably like that too. He’d have to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn’t pass out, a recurring theme in his life right now.

  He tapped her lips. “Open up, love. I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and fast. This isn’t for your pleasure. This is for your punishment.”

  A full-body shiver made her breasts wobble becomingly. “Yes, my lord.”

  She opened for him, and he paused to rub the precum on the tip of his dick around her lips, making them shiny and slick. The hot puff of air from her sigh made the nerve endings flare to life. Not giving her time to do anything more than tease the slit of his cock with her tongue, he slid into her mouth and paused.

  He pulled his prick away, stroking it until a fat drop hung from his piercing. “Put your hand on my thigh. I’m going to cut off your air with my cock, and if you begin to feel faint, I want you to squeeze three times in rapid succession. Do it now.”

  She did as he asked, and he shoved his way down her throat. She coughed and clutched his thighs with both hands but didn’t squeeze. While she struggled to take him, he reveled in the convulsions of her throat, gripping him in a manner similar to the strong contractions of a pussy when he’d fucked his sub to orgasm. It felt so bloody good, but he pulled back out and watched her take a deep breath and cough.

  “Take my dick into your mouth and suck on the tip of it like a pacifier. It will help your coughing.”

  He dipped back down so she could wrap her lips around the head. The hot, wet suction and feeling of her tongue stroking rhythmically had his balls tight with the need to come. Every now and then, she’d become fascinated by the hoop going through the head of his cock, making his toes curl with pleasure.

  Holy fucking shit, could his girl suck dick.

  The need to rut, to plunge his hips became overwhelming, and he stopped her with a pinch to her sore nipple. “Open your throat for me, Kira. Let me in. Please your lord.”

  She nodded and opened her mouth wide. He slid in slower this time, toying with her nipple and making her hips lift and lower. The way she was rubbing her thighs together would lead to her orgasming soon, and that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Open your legs.” He reached over and slapped her thigh, shoving himself even farther down her convulsing throat.

  The hard suction of her mouth as he pulled back made spots dance around the edge of his vision. Grasping her face between his hands, he began to plunge in and out, giving her a moment to breathe in between each thrust, then removing himself completely and making her lick his balls.

  Laving his sac, she then pleaded with him in a rough voice. “Please, my lord, please let me swallow your seed.”

  Unable to deny himself any longer without making his dick explode from too much blood filling it, he fisted the base of his shaft and began to thrust into her mouth again. With his hand in the way, he kept from totally cutting off her air while being able to enjoy the hot clench of the back of her throat for brief periods. Kira began to thrust her hips into the air as if someone were fucking her, and she gripped his thighs hard enough that he wondered if he’d be the one wearing the bruises for once.

  In and out, the slick massaging of her clever tongue, the visual treat of her breasts jiggling with his thrusts, all those wonderful sights and sensations mixing together in a way that drove him mad with lust. Fuck, he loved real breasts. The way they moved made him want to take her all the harder. The bright red tips of her tits begged for his touch, and he grabbed a handful of her breast with his free hand, stroking his thumb over the nipple.

  Now her hips snapped, and the groan that vibrated through her mouth and into his shaft undid him. He quickly removed his fist from around his cock and placed his fingers against her throat, a second before he pushed all the way in. The combination of her struggle to take him, the feeling of his cock against his fingertips separated only by the thin walls of her throat, and the scent of her need all blended together into an amazing electricity that burned. Everything inside him stilled, coiled like a spring, and then released in an explosion of lust. The first spurt of cum down her throat felt so fucking good. He rocked in and out with each blast, pleasure suffusing all the nerves and cells of his being.

  Panting, he eased out until once again only the head was between her lips. She gently laved him, nuzzling his balls with the tip of her nose and making a happy, purring sound. He pulled himself away and almost stumbled as his knees wobbled. Laying back on the bed next to her, his semihard cock resting on his stomach, he let out an exhausted laugh.

  “You could give lessons on how to suck a dick.”

  The mattress shifted as she crawled next to him and draped herself over his body. “My lord was pleased?”

  There was no doubting the smugness in her tone, but damned if she didn’t have the right to feel proud of her skills. “Yes, Kira. You pleased your lord very much.”

  She pushed herself up and smiled down at him. “Would my lord like to return the favor?”

  “Nope.” He laughed at her irritated look. “Are you free tomorrow?”

  “I have some things to do in the morning, but my afternoon is free
.”

  He traced his fingertip over her back, pleased to note the balm was doing its job and her welts had returned to smooth, if red, skin. “Come over to my house at 4 p.m.”

  She fluttered her lashes at him. “Are you asking me on a date?”

  He pinched her butt. “Brat.”

  “Ow. Well, okay, but keep in mind that I’ll be a little tender tomorrow.”

  “Mmm, I love it when you’re tender. Makes everything that much more intense for you.”

  “Sadist.”

  “Yep.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Leaning back against his motorcycle, Bryan let the sun’s warmth beat down on him, loosening his muscles and relaxing him. Today was the day he’d make his first attempt to help Kira accept him into her body, and he wanted it to be perfect. He’d set up a surprise for her, something he hoped would bring her joy. They’d need to ride on his motorcycle to get there, which was why he was currently outside detailing his bike until it gleamed. He’d picked his black Harley-Davidson Low Rider, imagining how it would feel to have the wind in his face and Kira holding on to his back.

  She’d blown him away last night, and every time he thought about it, he got that tightening in his chest.

  If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was falling in love.

  Rubbing the seat of his bike, he turned that thought over in his mind, not sure if he liked it. If he fell in love with Kira, he’d be exposing himself to great risk. She was wild, unpredictable, and not someone he could ever imagine controlling outside of the dungeon. Not the kind of woman who would ever be satisfied playing it safe, that was one thing he was sure of. Kira always had been and always would be a risk taker, something he absolutely wasn’t.

  The memory of her fainting on him last night sent a bolt of muscle-tightening apprehension through him. She’d been flying way down in subspace, to the point where her mind checked out altogether. For a brief, horrible moment, he thought he’d hurt her, really hurt her, and he’d mentally crucified himself for it.

  As soon as he’d carried Kira to the staging room, Mistress Jennifer and Master Oak, one of the many members who were also doctors, met him. They quickly determined that Kira was fine, just sleeping. She’d briefly surface if they forced her but only to swear at them for waking her up. Thank God, because if she hadn’t, he would have been in a world of misery.