Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1)

by Naomi, Soraya

  “Scream harder,” the man rasped to her as he clutched her hair and tugged her head back.

  A mask of pure ecstasy covered the woman’s features.

  Ivy bit her lip and continued her perusal.

  On the adjacent bed, a woman was fucking another woman with a strap-on while two men were sitting on the edge, watching them as they smoked an opium pipe and pumping their cocks while also occasionally kissing each other.

  “The master is one of the male employees of the club. That woman gets off on blood play. And all the ladies in the sheer purple lingerie work here. They can bend over in any position and do whatever the client wants,” William clarified to Ivy, who was entranced by the spell Sins wove.

  There were forty females and males walking around to indulge these aristocrats in every sexual fantasy they had. That was what Sins offered. In Sins, money could buy anything. And they all wanted to do it without judgment and without society finding out; therefore, some wore masks. But not all, which was why discretion was important. However, Charles didn’t foresee any problem with that since speaking about whom you saw there would betray one’s own attachment to the club.

  While Ivy observed every sensual move, William’s attention was fastened on her. On her reaction. And he spied the interest in her sparkling blue eyes. On a deep, visceral level, he loved watching her. She was shocked at first, but as they made their way around the perimeter of the room toward the bar, she was becoming engrossed. And she didn’t even think to scream or ask for help from anyone. No, she was moving closer and closer to William, plastered to his side and gripping his fingers.

  William dipped his chin in greeting to Silk as he kept a watchful eye on all the activities.

  The place was full but not noisy. There was a subdued erotic atmosphere with the occasional loud scream, spank, or whip being heard, just like Charles and William intended.

  William adjusted the knots at his wrists to elongate the rope between him and Ivy while she observed a blonde’s breasts being bitten by one man as another man came up behind her.

  “I want you both,” the blonde expressed ravenously.

  The men smiled, leading her to a vacant bed. All three stripped their clothes, tumbling onto the bed, naked, with the woman sandwiched between them. Limbs tangled and she squirmed in their embrace. Her leg was lifted from behind, and one man’s cock slid between her ass cheeks while the other sucked her breasts.

  Now that the rope was longer, William could stand behind Ivy. His arms wound around her middle, and he dropped onto the barstool, allowing her to stand between his legs.

  “A water and a whiskey,” he ordered when the bartender came to him.

  When the drinks were provided, he offered the whiskey to Ivy to make her loosen up. Without taking her eyes off the threesome, she took it and gulped it down.

  Coughing, she grimaced and whipped her head around to William. “What is this?”

  “Whiskey. Here, take a sip of water to soothe your throat.”

  Again, she did as asked, without hesitation, riveted by the three people who were still kissing on the sheets. In some way, she was aroused by the voyeurism.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked against the shell of her ear, starting to rub his palm low on her stomach.

  He got silence in return.

  “Ivy, tell me what you’re thinking or else you’ll join them on the bed,” he demanded, and she froze.

  “How can two men fuck one woman?” she answered, whisper-soft.

  William pulled her further into the cradle of his groin, letting her feel his hardening cock against her butt. He watched her gaze flicker – there was a flare of resistance at first – but then she began to lean back against him willingly, her ass rubbing against his balls as he sat with his legs wide.

  “Sweet Ivy, your sexual innocence is a fucking turn-on.” His fingers traced her lips. “A woman can experience pleasure in various ways. And a man can as well. He can put his cock in her mouth.” Her lips parted and William stroked his knuckle down her cleavage, to her navel, stopping at her pussy. “He can put his cock in her pussy.” Then his finger glided over her hip, to press against her back entrance. “But he can also shove it in her ass.”

  Ivy was enticed, not taken aback at all.

  “They”—he jerked his chin to the threesome—“are going to fuck her pussy and ass while she lies between them. And she’ll love it. She’ll come so hard, you’ll hear her scream within ten minutes.” Then, for his own perverse pleasure, he wanted to shock her, so he added, “Perhaps I’ll have two men share you?”

  “No! You can’t do that, William!” she protested with trembling lips.

  On the bed, the girl was being penetrated by both men now. Both slamming inside her as one nibbled her neck and the other kissed her mouth.

  “Ivy,” he murmured as he fondled his way up the split of her dress and inched closer to her core, sensing she was becoming intoxicated by the atmosphere. His palm was still rubbing her stomach.

  “Hmmm,” she all but purred, and his cock came to life.

  William knew in that instant that he would push her sensual limits. That he’d probably not be able to stop touching her. Things were bound to get tumultuous.

  He didn’t have this issue with his employees or other half-naked females. But Ivy did something inexplicable to him. Something he was positive she also felt or else the events of last night wouldn’t have happened; they wouldn’t have come together. Ivy had dark and hidden desires.

  She was becoming a distraction instead of simply being his leverage. For William, there was only one way to banish his wayward thoughts. He needed to fuck her. Hard and brutal. He wanted her sheathed on his cock. And he would go far beyond his original plan for her.

  He didn’t say anything else because his voice might have jolted her back to reality.

  Her chest was heaving. It was evident she was tantalized by all the sex that was around them, and the alcohol was rapidly loosening her up. This was what he’d hoped for. This was the first step in his plan to get her to open up to him. And he and his dick didn’t mind the next step whatsoever.

  William’s fingers slid over the thin line of hairs running down her pussy, and he parted her lips to find her soaking wet. As Ivy continued to watch the blonde being fucked in her pussy and ass, all her weight fell back against William, and he kissed his way up the side of her neck and bit her earlobe, all while circling her entrance.

  Ivy gripped his arm that held her around her middle, absentmindedly tracing the chains in his tattoo. Her touch was sweet and utterly turning him on with all the debauchery surrounding them.

  She was being dragged into William’s fantasy, briefly forgetting her circumstances, driven by lust as well.

  William nipped her jaw, and when Ivy turned her head, he claimed her mouth, demanding entry that she had no choice but to give. He was pulling her against the rigid length of his erection and slid his finger inside her, one inflexible thrust, then his tongue invaded her mouth. Massaging and tasting. Teasing and tempting.

  William groaned as she opened her legs wider and he grazed her inner walls, thrusting his finger. In and out. Wild and rough. With a stiff cock pushing against her ass, his palm skimmed up to cup her breast, and he added another finger as she whimpered loudly and broke their kiss. Her forehead rested against his, and he wanted to demolish the intimacy she was creating while meeting his thrusts, yet, he didn’t want to stop. But William didn’t fuck in public.

  “You love my fingers inside of you. Have you fantasized about fucking me?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Come, Ivy. I don’t want people to see you anymore,” he growled and pulled her to the bed next to the threesome.

  William removed the rope from his wrist and propelled Ivy onto the bed on her stomach. He then knotted it to the bedpost, keeping it long enough so that she could move up and down the bed.

  She was watching him with half-lidded eyes as he untied the silver cords and
closed the curtains so that no one could see him with her.

  The sounds of sin and sex ricocheted around them.

  William crawled up Ivy’s body, bunching her dress up and removing it, along with the mask. She was still on her stomach, and he raked his teeth down her spine and the swell of her ass, biting her as he parted her cheeks and skimming his tongue up her pussy. Ivy moaned, sliding one knee up the sheet toward her stomach.

  William snaked his arm around her thigh that was cocked up, guiding her to lift a little, and when she did, giving him a magnificent view of her glistening pussy. Then he pushed his mouth between her legs from behind.

  “Oh, fuck!” Ivy groaned and pushed back against his face.

  William consumed her, trying to keep her bucking body somewhat still with his arm locked around her thigh, but it was impossible. He tasted, then licked. He fucked her hard with his tongue, sucking and biting, circling her clit.

  All the while, his cock was leaking, and he craved to release inside her sweet pussy. But first, he wanted to bring her over the edge. To the brink of sanity. Because what they were doing was insane. They were captor and captive wanting to fuck one another.

  When she rasped his name and circled her hips against his face, she peaked, quivering in bliss.

  Surprisingly, her moans didn’t bother him like they usually did with other women, but they spurred him on. William drew her entire clit inside his mouth and lapped her up and down a few times before she went slack. With legs wide open, breathless and depleted, she lay on the bed, unmoving.

  “Your turn,” he ordered as he kicked off his pants and kneeled up, stroking his cock.

  Ivy rolled over to her back. His fingers tangled in her hair as his other hand gripped the base of his cock. He placed both knees on either side of her face, resting the tip at her lips. Then he fisted her hair, and Ivy moaned instead of protesting.

  “Suck it, Ivy.”

  Her tongue sneaked out, and she licked the head of his dick. And when her lips parted, he plunged inside. Then he retreated to push back in while keeping a tight grip in her curls. Not even half of his thick length fit inside her mouth, but she relaxed her throat so that he could go deeper.

  He growled, and she whimpered and was writhing on the bed as he fucked her mouth relentlessly. Brutally. Ivy gagged as he hit the back of her throat, and when her teeth scraped his skin, he felt his balls tightening.

  “Ahhh! Baby, suck harder.”

  She took him into her mouth as hard and deep as possible, eliciting an explosive orgasm. He came with a roar of pleasure and slumped forward with both palms on the mattress, cock still inside her mouth.

  Little by little, he withdrew.

  Then, unexpectedly, the curtain opened. And it shifted their mood like an earthquake.

  Ivy snapped her legs shut and grabbed the dress to cover herself.

  “What the fuck!” On instinct, William shielded Ivy with his body, lying atop her.

  Her face was flushed with mixed emotions as she realized what they’d just done.

  William turned his head to find a brunette. “Go away! And close the curtain.”

  The woman, who was naked, arched a brow. “I’d recognize your growl of pleasure anywhere, William. And you promised me alone time if I’d come tonight. Can I join you?”

  William did recognize her, some lady he’d sweet-talked into an expensive membership. He’d fucked her ass in the garden at some party.

  Even so, he clenched his jaw, enraged that his moment with Ivy had been interrupted. This was going to ruin his plan.

  ”No! Leave! Now!” he thundered.

  The brunette recoiled, yet he saw ire blazing to the surface. Nonetheless, she backed away.

  The curtain fell closed again, and Ivy was beating her fist against his chest.

  “Get off me!”

  Was that jealousy he noted in her fuming eyes?

  William rolled over and rubbed his hand down his face. His best course of action would be to take her to his apartment right now. No talking; give her time to process why she allowed him to go so far.

  After he untied her from the bedpost, she threw on her dress and ignored him.

  “Let’s go.” His tone was direct, and she followed him as he opened the blue curtain along the wall, exposing another door, which he unlocked with the key from his pocket.

  They strode through another corridor and William explained, “Only Charles and I use this hallway that leads to the elevator. The customers use the staircase that takes them from the gaming club to the two underground floors.”

  Why he said it, he didn’t know. She didn’t even acknowledge his existence as they returned to his bedroom in his apartment.

  Ivy curled up on the bed, retreating into herself, and William decided not to restrain her just yet. She blocked him out with her back to him as he lay beside her.

  Eventually, her breathing evened out while he stared at the ceiling, considering the night’s events.

  CHAPTER 9

  Dawn broke, and the first rays of sunlight streamed through the ivory curtains.

  Wakefulness started to pull at William’s mind. Was someone stroking his hip? In the distance, there was a faint rattle, and his eyes flew open just in time to witness Ivy kneeling on the floor beside his bed, pulling his keychain from his pants pocket.

  For a split second, time was suspended. William’s sleepy gape was confused, and Ivy’s blue eyes were round with fear. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep without restraining her. He could, however, believe that she had the guts to defy him, even knowing how explosive he could be, and seized her chance to leave.

  Abruptly, she lurched from the room, escaping with the keys, and he bolted up.

  “Ivy!!!” He ran down the hall after her as she sprinted forward.

  She made a sharp turn to the left and, with trembling hands, tried to fit the key in the lock, but it didn’t work. Then the next one didn’t work either. The keychain had four keys. At this rate, she’d never be able to open it in time.

  William lifted her off her feet with his arm around her waist and stepped backward.

  “Let me go!” Ivy yelled and kicked air, making William lose his balance.

  She held the keys in a death grip to her chest as he tried to pry them from her.

  William stumbled onto the sofa and rolled over, trapping Ivy beneath him on her stomach, their furious breathing filling the room.

  “Give me the keys,” he hissed into her ear.

  “No!”

  They were pressed under her, and he couldn’t retrieve them in their current position.

  “Ivy, I swear to god, I’ve been patient and nice up to this point, but if you don’t give me my keys back, then I’ll force you to work at Sins tonight. You’ll be fucked by anyone and everyone!”

  “You asshole!”

  Where did this lady learn to cuss so freely?

  “Last chance. Give. Me. The. Keys.” William pushed up on his elbows so she’d have room to slide her hand from underneath her.

  She didn’t move a muscle.

  “You’ll regret your decision.” Cool fury underlined his clipped words.

  He was crushing her with his weight, and from her contorted expression, he knew she was in pain. He also realized she’d be too weak to truly hurt him if he got off her quickly and then grabbed the keys from her. So, hastily, he moved off of her and kneeled on the floor, wedging his hand between her chest and the sofa, where she was holding the keys. His other palm gripped her bicep. But her finger was curled into the keyring.

  “Let it go or I’ll break your finger,” he warned.

  She didn’t move, so he tugged at the ring.

  “Shit!” she cried out in pain and reclined back, releasing the keys.

  William snatched the keychain from her and pocketed it.

  Ivy slapped both sides of his head and attempted to scramble backward on the sofa.

  He dragged her to the floor on her back and rolled on top of her wi
th his legs between hers, holding both her wrists in one hand above her head. Then he curled his ankles around hers to stop her from moving entirely.

  “Jesus Christ, you don’t give up, do you?” he spat. “You display some pretty unladylike behavior.” William wondered where she’d learned to be so feisty. Of course, he understood that her circumstances warranted her violent conduct, but he was startled at the ferocity of her actions. He’d never met a woman with such a will to fight.

  “Now, you’ll work at Sins tonight.”

  “I will never do that…” she trailed off.

  And he realized exactly why. “You won’t get a chance to ask for or scream for help, because I’ll gag you.”

  She stared at him, and it was impossible to read her. William hated how confusing she was and how he couldn’t seem to predict her next move. The only upper hand he had with her was sex. So he used it, rotating his hips against her core and latching on to her waist. The dress was bunched up right above her hips, so she was lying with her naked pussy against him.

  Her hidden desire needed to be awakened, just as he’d done in Sins the previous night. He wondered who’d taught her to suck cock and seduce men.

  She was obviously not a virgin, yet she clearly hadn’t been satisfied with her previous partners or else she wouldn’t react so easily to William. She brought out a wide array of conflicting emotions in him, but he still wanted to watch her ride his cock. Sometimes he didn’t know whether he wanted to strangle her or fuck her brains out.

  “Tell me, Ivy. What did you think would happen after you had the key? Did you honestly believe you could hide from me?” William unfastened his pants and took out his hardening cock. “I’ll find you anywhere.” He rubbed the length of his dick against her pussy and smiled when she let out an involuntary moan.