My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked)

by Mayburn, Ann

  His tension gripped his muscles because of the undeniable danger this situation posed to both himself and Kira. She had to trust that he wouldn’t abuse her, and he needed to know that if it got to be too much, she would tell him and safeword out before any permanent damage was done, either emotionally or physically. Only that trust allowed him to do a little bit of edge play with her, where he pushed her farther out of her comfort zone than she’d ever been. Kira loved her adrenaline rushes, and add to that the endorphins he’d get going during her whipping…well, bloody fuck, she was going to fly deep.

  He couldn’t wait to give her this gift even as he worried about hurting her.

  Mistress Jennifer, tonight clad in an elegant gold-and-black cocktail dress and thigh-high black boots, stepped into his way as he paced, forcing him to stop and look at her.

  Arching one perfectly shaped brow, she gave him a wry smile. “You haven’t heard a word we’ve said, have you?”

  Across the room, Master Rory snorted. Tonight he wore his usual leather pants and tight black T-shirt. He was sitting on the small couch and sipping a dark lager that he lifted in Bryan’s direction before he spoke. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I really here? I wasn’t sure if this was a dream, because I was talking and no one was responding.”

  Closing his eyes, Bryan tried to let go of his irritation. These were his friends, generously loaning him their submissives. He needed to pull his head out of his ass and focus. “I’m sorry. What was it you were asking me?”

  Mistress Jennifer gave his shoulder a gentle push. “We said you’re going to have to work on calming your girl down. We’ve already sent Jessica and Shy in with the express purpose of making Kira feel as comfortable and relaxed as possible. Now you need to do the same. Relax and let all that negative energy go.”

  With a chuckle, Master Rory leaned forward and set his drink down next to Bryan’s single tail. “I’m sure Jessica will have Kira purring within minutes and more than ready for whatever you want to dish out. Jessica was working the door tonight as part of her service submissive training, and she made a note of who Kira was when she came in, to see if she wanted to play later. She’s exactly Jessica’s type.”

  Bryan managed to give the other man a small smile, and a bit of his stress drained away. At the very least he’d be able to give his girl some intense orgasms tonight, so it would be helpful to have the other submissives there just in case Kira went too deep. If that happened, she would take pain greater than anything she’d normally endure because of her mental state.

  The soft scent of Mistress Jennifer’s peach-based perfume reached him as she gave him a quick hug. “And you know Shy is an expert at talking dirty. She can make the filthiest suggestions sound like poetry.”

  Master Rory held Bryan’s gaze, his expression completely serious. “I’m not worried about your girl. It’s you I’m worried about. I’ve never, ever seen you this stressed-out before a scene. I’ve seen you work a submissive into a frenzy with your whip without breaking a sweat. Now you seem as tense as a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs. I’m just asking you to take a moment to center yourself, for your sake and hers.”

  Bryan was tempted to dismiss what the other man said; then he reminded himself that Master Rory was one of the club’s resident experts on helping introverted submissives find the courage to embrace their sexual self and gain self-confidence. The man could read body language like no one Bryan had ever met, and seemed to have an instinctive feel for what a submissive needed. If he was telling Bryan he needed to relax, then Master Rory meant it.

  The soft slide of Mistress Jennifer’s hair tickled his cheek as she leaned over and rested her chin on his shoulder. In a very odd way, Jennifer had become almost a bratty older sister to him. She was one of the first Dominants at Wicked to approach him when he’d joined. More importantly she’d never asked about the scandal, something that at the time had been a miracle. He was the BDSM poster boy for a “cautionary tale on blackmail,” and people couldn’t resist asking over and over and over again what had happened. It got to the point where he’d just say “I’m not discussing that” and walk away. There was no doubt she knew about it, but she had the class and kindness to not mention it.

  She gave him a light hug. “You’ll do great. I have faith in you.”

  Rory stood and ambled toward the one-way glass on the door, blocking Bryan’s view of the courtyard. “Your girl should be coming out anytime now. If she wishes to involve Jessica, let my girl know she has my full permission to do as she wishes. This will be the first time Jessica has done anything before an audience, but it is one of her greatest fantasies. If your girl is willing, I’d greatly appreciate it if you let Jessica play with her during the whipping.”

  “Of course, and thank you for lending your girl to me.”

  Rory smiled at him and winked. “I’m a bit nervous myself. Jessica has chosen to try out her seduction skills on Kira. Jessica has no idea just how appealing she is, and I hope Kira likes her. It would do Jessica a world of good to have that kind of affirmation.”

  The thought of the pretty Asian woman who was currently training with Rory flitted through Bryan’s mind, instantly followed by the fantasy of watching her eat the fuck out of Kira’s pussy. Desire roared through his veins, and his cock went from semierect to achingly stiff in the space of three heartbeats. He loved watching women pleasure each other. The idea of kissing Kira with the scent of another woman’s pussy on her lips made him want to growl with lust.

  Jennifer left Bryan’s side and strolled over to Rory, working her boots in a way any man would appreciate. “Shy would do better as moral support. You need to put her in a position where she can give Kira something to focus on and can alert you to any problems that you may miss.”

  Anger mixed with anxiety made Bryan irritable. Was Jennifer implying that he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing? That he was some novice who didn’t know his own fucking sub’s signals? Kira would safeword out if it got to be too much. He had to believe she would. Still, the implied insult stung and pricked the bubble of his anger.

  “Fuck off. I know my girl.”

  Both Rory and Jennifer turned, each giving him a look that set his teeth on edge. Jennifer actually looked hurt. Bryan felt like a major asshole. They were just trying to help, and he was lashing out at them because of his own worries. Self-doubt wasn’t something he usually felt, at least not about situations involving BDSM, but right now, he was really wondering if he’d be able to get Kira to go into subspace.

  It wasn’t that he doubted his skill. It was that he really, really cared about Kira, and that made this whipping different. This wasn’t a submissive he might casually encounter here and there at Wicked. This was the woman who’d turned his careful world upside down and made him feel madly, dangerously alive. She deserved the absolute best experience, and he was worried that she wouldn’t like it and would leave him. Yeah, lots of women said they wanted edge play, up until the point that the first sting of the whip landed.

  He looked at Jennifer and Rory, making sure he met their gazes in turn as he said, “I’m sorry. That was unnecessary. Thank you for your help, and thank you for giving me your support. It means a lot to me.”

  Jennifer beamed at him, and his chest lightened. Beneath that icy Mistress persona, she had a very gentle heart and was easily hurt. “It’s okay, sweetie. Love does strange things to us.”

  “I’m not in love,” Bryan muttered, and Jennifer hid a giggle behind her hand.

  Rory shook his head. “Take a deep breath and let some of that energy out. Trust me. I get this way before meeting with a new submissive for the first time. If your sub detects your volatile emotions, it won’t help reassure her.”

  “Can I have a moment alone, please?”

  They nodded, and each squeezed one of his shoulders as they passed. When the click of the door sounded behind him, Bryan went over to the table and picked up his whip, running his hand over the medallion on the hilt. He’d had his family
crest put there in what at first was a sardonic joke over his parents’ terror that their family would be forever associated with BDSM.

  Self-righteous pricks.

  Now, as he rubbed the raised surface with his thumb, he took pride in who he was and where he came from. While his parents weren’t the best examples of humanity to come from the Sutherfield line, he had ancestors who were just as scandalous, if not more so, than he was. Yet generations later, it was their good deeds that lasted after they’d died, not gossip about a chambermaid getting knocked up or the fourth Lord Sutherfield having not one, not two, but three gay lovers who all lived with him at the family’s hunting lodge.

  He’d have to tell Kira tales about his family’s history; she’d find it hilarious.

  Warmth suffused him at the knowledge that she’d found out the worst about him and she still wanted him. Not just wanted him—needed him. Her trust in him was staggering. The warmth grew, invading his heart, chasing away all self-doubt.

  With a smile he shrugged off his shirt and tossed it over a chair before moving to the door leading to the courtyard. He dimmed the lights to their lowest setting, giving his eyes time to adjust before he opened the door and began what he hoped would be one of the best scenes of Kira’s life.

  * * * *

  Movement came from the corner of Kira’s eye, and she turned and found a beautiful, nude Asian woman wearing a sparkling crimson and black mask approaching her. She quickly realized it was the maid who’d greeted her at the door, and a warm rush raced through Kira. For a second she worried how Bryan might react to her desire for another, but hell, he’d sent her here. He had to know how she’d react. The memory of the first time she saw him, his raw hunger as he watched two women pleasure each other, made her bite her lip.

  From the other direction came a lithe, almost pixielike blonde with perky breasts and tiny nipples. Unlike most of the women at the club, she wasn’t wearing a mask, and Kira found it strangely intimate to look at her without the mental protection that little scrap of cloth brought. It somehow made the other woman more real. Both of them stopped a few feet away, and the blonde girl spoke first.

  “My name is Shy. My Mistress Jennifer has instructed me to assist you in getting ready for your whipping.”

  The Asian woman took another step closer. “My name is Jessica. My Master, Rory, has requested I attend you as well.” Another step, close enough so the silken ends of her long, dark hair brushed Kira’s arm. “I begged him to after I saw you tonight.”

  Kira’s gaze was drawn up as dim, golden lights began to burn behind the panes of three rows of windows. She thought she detected movement and said in a low voice, “Are there people up there watching us?”

  Jessica laughed softly. “Yes, there will be an audience. Lord Bryan is a legend with the single tail but only rarely uses it. He must really like you.”

  Shy giggled and grabbed Kira’s hand. “Come on, darling. We have to get you ready or my Mistress will beat my ass in a less than pleasant way.”

  They tugged her over to a small screened-off section of the room and quickly stripped her. Next they both grabbed bottles of lotion and proceeded to rub it into every inch of her body, their soft hands eliciting a hunger that was like a refreshing bath after the intense flame of need for her Master. Her hair was upswept and held off her neck by silver pins. By the time they doused her in a shimmering silver powder, her pussy had left a trail of wetness between her thighs.

  Jessica groaned. “How I would love to taste you.”

  Shy gave one of Kira’s nipples a hard pinch. “How I would love to suck on these, but our bodies and our pleasure belong to our Masters and Mistresses.”

  Feeling bold and incredibly aroused, Kira ran her finger between the swollen lips of her sex and gathered some of her honey. She held her fingertip out to Jessica. The other woman’s nostrils flared. Raising the finger to her own mouth, Kira sucked her taste off and smiled at Jessica.

  “Yum.”

  Shy shook her head and stifled a giggle. “Oh, you are bad. You better get out there.”

  Kira’s playful mood vanished the moment she stepped into the viewing area. Naked, terribly exposed, she wanted to cover herself with her hands but remembered how Bryan wanted to see her at all times. Since he was the man holding the whip, she should probably obey him.

  As if her thoughts had summoned him, he stepped up behind her, his bare chest pressing against her pale, sparkling skin. “You look beautiful, a daughter of the moon. I can’t wait to bring some color to all that creamy skin.”

  “My lord.” She leaned back into him, comforted by this familiar position as his body curved protectively around hers. Warmth began to ease her trembling, and she took a deep breath. The way he held her, the way he touched her, made her feel so cherished. She’d forgotten how nice it was to have someone want her like this. Well, she’d never actually been with anyone that aroused her until she was mindless with need. That honor belonged to Bryan alone.

  Lord Bryan. Her Master…however temporarily.

  Bryan nuzzled her ear, his short goatee tickling her skin. “I want you to go up to the statue in the center of the room. Grasp the statue’s hands and use the curve of her body to brace yourself. Don’t let go until I tell you.” He slipped his hands between her legs and rubbed her swollen sex in a shockingly proprietary manner. “Hmm, I see your handmaidens got you nice and wet.” He pressed one finger against the entrance to her sheath, making her jerk against him. “Which one would you like to have lick your pussy if I decided to let you have that pleasure with your pain?”

  Her body went loose with desire at the sinful picture he painted. “Jessica, please.”

  “Rory’s submissive? Good choice. She is an exhibitionist, so I may need to strap you down before she eats you into a coma.”

  There was nothing she could do but groan at his words and press her ass against his rock-hard cock. “My lord, I’ll do anything you wish as long as the night ends with me being in your arms.”

  “Such a sweet girl. If you get scared or overwhelmed, I want you to keep that thought in mind. No matter what happens, you will end the night in my bed, exhausted and sent into a state of bliss, cradled in the arms of your lord.” A bit of steel entered his voice. “Now, stop stalling and assume the position I told you to.”

  Almost faint with lust, she made her way quickly across the stone floor—well, as quickly as she could. The room itself was immense, and she realized Bryan would need a good deal of space to use his whip. The knowledge that she was soon going to be in burning amounts of pain dampened her enthusiasm, and by the time she’d placed her hands into the cool grip of the statue, her legs were shaking.

  It made her more fall than lean onto the stone surface of the woman’s arched body. She embraced the solid feeling of the cold alabaster against her heated skin. Her bottom half was exposed to the room, but at least she had a place to rest her face. Tightening her grip on the statue’s hands, she prepared herself to take as much as she could for his pleasure.

  Bryan’s voice rang out behind her, obviously addressing the audience. “Shy will be joining my girl. She can talk an angel into sinning, so I expect my lovely submissive will find it all that much harder to keep from coming against my wishes. This is my girl’s first time ever being whipped, and it is for pleasure, not punishment. You are in for a rare treat.”

  Kira raised her head as much as she dared and caught a glimpse of the slim woman approaching the statue. Shy brushed her hand over Kira’s hip in a soothing gesture as she passed. Climbing the alabaster fall of the statue’s hair on the other side of Kira, Shy leaned in and laid her hands over Kira’s.

  “Easy, pretty girl. You’re fair going to shake off that thing, and then he’d strap you in place. Do you trust your lord?”

  “Right now he’s scaring the piss out of me.”

  “Look at me.”

  Kira raised her head, and Shy smiled down at her over the shoulder of the statue. “There we go. Oh my,
pretty girl. You show everything on your face. It’s either because you’re new to the scene or because your Master likes to be able to see your feelings. Regardless, it will make watching you lose yourself in the whipping all the more sweet.”

  Kira laughed, a somewhat hysterical giggle punctured by the snapping of the whip, the echoing of that crack of air rebounding off the stone walls. “Well, if I pass out before anything happens, let me know how it went.”

  Laughing, Shy stroked Kira’s hair off her cheek. “I promise you won’t want to miss this. God, if I wasn’t as gay as the day is long, I would so be into your lord. When he whips someone, it is beauty and power in motion, all focused on you. He can draw feelings out of you that you’ve never imagined. I’m here kinda like your seat belt, ready to catch you in case you go down too deep.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Shy leaned closer, the soft mint scent of her breath brushing past Kira’s face. “You’ll see. Trying to explain it is like trying to explain color to someone born blind. You have to see it to believe it.”

  “Should I be reassured or scared?”

  “You are a brat, aren’t you? I bet you give your lord a run for his money.”

  Feeling chastised, Kira wiggled her bottom as she assumed a looser stance. Sometimes forcing the body to relax made the mind also stop freaking out. She’d had to do this once before, when she’d been doing a fight scene while skydiving. Her chute had failed; then she’d gotten tangled in her partner’s harness. They managed to get unstuck quickly, but for about three seconds, she’d frozen in terror.

  Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly and chided herself for getting so worked up. Adrenaline filled her, and she wanted to move, to run, to do something with all this energy. A soft whimper managed to escape her when her muscles refused to relax.