My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked)

by Mayburn, Ann

  As always Bryan was a master at playing her body, and soon her cries of pain became moans of pleasure, his touch teasing and tormenting. She begged him to make her come, that she’d do anything for him. He reached back and pushed her knees up, the clothespins tugging at her labia in a new direction and awakening more nerves to this painful pleasure. Grasping her thighs together, he rammed his cock over her pussy, sliding between her slick, pinned lips, rubbing her clit. The collar around her throat pressed down as she raised her head to watch.

  “Come for me, my little slave.”

  His rough words pitched her into the abyss, and she came hard. Her whole body shook and jerked, the spasms of her release making her blind with pleasure. He patted her pussy, sending a shiver through her body, before pulling off the clothespins. This sent two lightning bolts of pain through her poor sex. He made hushing noises while she whimpered. A moment later, the pressure on her legs eased, and she opened her eyes to find he’d cut her legs free.

  Watching her carefully, he massaged her tight thigh muscles, all the tension melting away. Four good, mind-blowing orgasms combined with the endorphin rush of the pain had set her adrift, floating in the sky and only tethered to the earth by his will. She smiled at him, almost euphoric with happiness, and he grinned back.

  “Good girl.”

  He repositioned himself between her thighs and pressed forward. This time she welcomed the kiss of his prick against her entrance, the gradual push and filling. There was pain—how could there not be after four years of no sex?—but it wasn’t the horrible contraction-type pain. This was the pain of her body being forced to accommodate a man, her lord. She continued to drift, her limbs slack and her breathing deep.

  She felt so full, so good, so connected to him. He shifted against her, and she sighed.

  “Kira, look at me.”

  Opening her eyes was a struggle, but she managed and was rewarded by him smiling down at her. “I’m in all the way, love.”

  She contracted her vaginal muscles, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Oh, fuck yeah. He was in all the way, filling her and making her complete. Reaching up, he then unhooked her hands and drew them over his neck.

  “Hold on.”

  The slow drag of his cock out of her gripping channel was delicious torture, but nothing compared to the pleasure of his erection pushing back in again. He kept the rhythm easy, pinning her hips when she tried to respond, not letting her do anything but grasp onto his shoulders. The movement of his body beneath her hands, the scent of their combined musk in the air, and the fierce lust in his gaze started a quickening within her that demanded more.

  “Harder, my lord, please.”

  He didn’t move any faster, but he seemed to push farther until the head of his cock pressed against a dense area deep within her. She desperately took a deep breath of air and let it out when he withdrew, tingles racing through her. The rough scraping of his chest hair against her nipples, the ache from her labia where it had been clamped, and the fading welts from his whipping all marched into a painfully beautiful whirlwind that stole her breath.

  He captured her mouth in a kiss, sucking her tongue, murmuring wicked things against her lips, things he wanted to do to her, things he wanted her to do to him. Some of them shocked her, but others made her cunt clench in anticipation.

  “You feel so good. Hot and tight. Your little pussy is trying to milk my cock. My perfect girl.”

  Joy mixed with her pleasure, and she reveled in the ability to finally give this part of herself to him, to finally be able to enjoy sex again. Oh, how she’d missed the intimacy of looking into her lover’s eyes as her orgasm approached, something she did now.

  Fighting to get the words out as her body wound tighter and tighter, she groaned out, “My lord, may I come?”

  “Yes.”

  He sat up and began to drive harder into her, adding more pain to the mix. As doped up on adrenaline and endorphins as she was, he could have fucked her bowlegged, and she’d be begging for more. He began to massage her clit with his thumb, and she panted, straining against him, almost there.

  “Come. Give it to me. Your Master demands it.”

  He pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers, setting off her release again. This time it was hard, long, and earthshaking. He continued to thrust into her, his own breathing growing ragged. After a dozen hard poundings that made her feel stuffed full of his cock up to her throat, he stilled, then groaned and emptied himself deep within her. The jerk of his cock inside her body, the knowledge that she was giving him the most pleasure a woman could give a man, moved Kira in a profound way.

  They lay pressed together, their bodies cooling and their breaths returning to normal. He slowly withdrew, tensing as she clamped down on him. “Mother of God.”

  “Oh, thank you, my lord.”

  She rained kisses down on every inch of his skin that she could. When she reached his pelvis, she recalled his harsh demands about licking her honey off his balls. Eager to please, feeling sensational and wanting this sense of ecstasy to never end, she moved onto the bed until her face was level with his balls and began to lick.

  His cock twitched, filling more and more with each stroke of her tongue. Soon he was jerking his dick as she took his balls into her mouth one at a time, rolling them with her tongue. Her own body responded as if she was the one receiving oral sex, her pussy once again craving to be filled. Now that she knew she could have sex, finally, she was ravenous for it.

  She wanted more.

  Turning away from him, she went to all fours, her face down on the sheets and her ass up in the air, and gave a little wiggle. “Please, my lord. Take me as you wish.”

  He didn’t question her, just moved into position behind her and guided himself into her eager pussy. “Bloody hell, woman. You’re still as tight as a virgin.”

  She couldn’t respond, too caught up in the long, slow slide of his cock into her waiting sheath. He reached her end sooner in this position and slowly pulsed his hips back and forth, rocking inside of her. “Touch your clit.”

  While she did, he traced and pressed on the healing whip marks covering her ass and hips, sending a harsh burn through her pleasure, a toe-curling sensation her mind quickly converted to pleasure. He pulled out and in, driving her higher, making her mad for him. Working her poor overstimulated clit, she whimpered with each thrust, tilting her hips to take more of him, to give him everything.

  He increased the pace, shifting until he found an angle that made her writhe beneath him. His thrusts became harder, rougher, and she cried with the need to come.

  “Having a hard time, love?”

  “Yes, my lord. I’ve come so much I don’t know if I can do it again.”

  “You can, and you will.”

  He spread her ass cheeks and spit down the crack, spreading the lubrication over her anus. Everything inside her tightened, her breath stilling as he continued to fuck her but also began to push his thumb into her ass. What must it look like from his position, to watch his thumb slide into her tight pink hole, all shiny from his spit?

  It must have looked pretty fucking good because his erection swelled within her, and his breathing became ragged. He removed his thumb and thrust in two fingers, stretching her with a burn that lit a fuse inside her. A few more hard thrusts of his fingers and she pushed up onto her hands, slamming herself back into him.

  The orgasm started deep in the pit of her belly, a terrific tension that threatened to break both her body and mind if not released.

  “I’m going to come, my little slave. Going to fill you up again with my seed.”

  The thought of him feeling as good as she did, of being on the same precipice with her, gave her the edge she needed to finally come. She screamed as her release blasted out of her body and into her mind, blinding her with pleasure. He gripped her hips and ground himself against her buttocks, kneading her flesh while his cock jerked inside of her, spilling more semen into her, marking her as his in the
most primal way possible.

  She collapsed, her arms giving out, and Bryan grunted as he rolled off her. Reaching out, she then laced her fingers with his and held his hand. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, and she let herself be carried away by the tide of fading endorphins and complete relaxation.

  Chapter Twelve

  The tiny seed pearls dangling from the edge of Kira’s mask tickled her skin with their cool kiss. Tonight her outfit for her first trip back to Wicked as Bryan’s submissive consisted of a sheer black robe and some chain-and-harness contraption Bryan had picked out. It made her feel like she was constantly being touched as the chains rolled with her movements. A section of chains draped over her bare breasts, and she rather liked the way her lord’s gaze would grow darker as he examined her chest with a proprietary look. More silver chains hung between the pearls on her black silk mask, and they reminded her of what it felt like to be chained to her lord’s magnificent play bed.

  They’d spent the last two and a half months at either her place or his, making kinky, hot love every night and usually spending the days together as well. Kira’s sister had initially been none too happy with the arrangement. Mary Kate made it a point to stop by often and poison the atmosphere with her presence. Bryan put up with it to a certain point, then very politely asked to speak to her sister in private. They hadn’t had any problems after that, and Mary Kate had actually had them over for dinner at her home so Bryan could meet Kira’s nieces and nephews.

  Kira had already told her parents about the sex-tape scandal, though Bryan didn’t know that. They’d been shocked, but when she’d shown all the charities he supported, all the work he’d done with setting up his own company and how he worked together with Jesse to help bring technology to third-world countries, they’d been impressed. Unlike Bryan’s parents, her mom and dad were very liberal, and it took a great deal to shock them. After all, they had her as a daughter, so they couldn’t exactly cast stones about people being caught doing things society didn’t approve of. Not to say they loved the pictures of twenty-one-year-old Kira smoking a joint while sunbathing topless with her boyfriend, but they hadn’t disowned her over it.

  It also helped that her mother went faint at the notion of her daughter dating a lord. Kira was pretty sure her mother would have forgiven Bryan for pretty much anything, including murder, as long as she could say her daughter was dating royalty. Because everyone knows royal blood can’t be bought.

  Shaking her head to clear it of her mother’s voice, she returned her gaze to her lord. They were in the main private dance section of the club, and boy howdy, was it rocking. The dance floor was what had once been the ballroom of the mansion. Now, the four levels above it had been cleared to the roof, and wrought-iron railings let people look down below. As if that wasn’t crazy enough, there were four clear plastic cubes suspended over the dance floor, each attached to a different level of the club by a wrought-iron walkway, creating a lattice-like effect as she looked up. People were able to enter the rooms and have sex where everyone could see them, illuminated by the lights of the dance floor below.

  Tearing her gaze away from a lesbian threesome, a Domme and two subs by the look of it, Kira stared out over the writhing bodies of the crowd. There were blue pillars in the middle of the floor that had velvet ropes the submissives could hold on to as their Master or Mistress did as they wished.

  And wow, they wished a lot.

  The scent of sex permeated the air, mixing with the smell of warm leather coming from Bryan’s thigh next to her face. Around her neck lay what she liked to call her “in a committed relationship” collar from Bryan. The collar was actually a torque made of rose gold. Where the two heavy pieces of metal came together in the center, a large emerald dangled against the hollow of her throat. It amused her that the collar they used at home, the one she was comfortable with, was so much rougher than this one.

  A leather strap with spikes and diamonds instead of delicate spun gold.

  Mistress Jennifer strolled up with Shy in tow. “About time you two surfaced for air.”

  The women wore somewhat matching ensembles. Purple latex dresses in a pretty shade that reminded Kira of deep purple petunia petals. Where Mistress Jennifer’s dress covered her from throat to almost her knees, portions of Shy’s dress had been roughly cut out to reveal her pussy and nipples to the crowd. There was something extremely erotic about seeing Shy’s pussy on display while her Mistress’s body remained covered. It made the submissive look even more vulnerable than before.

  Kira had been to Jennifer and Shy’s home a couple of times with Bryan for dinner. The two women had been delighted that Bryan had finally found “his woman” and treated Kira like family. In an odd way, Jennifer and Shy were Bryan’s family. They were his best friends, and he’d spent many a holiday with them.

  While they hadn’t played anything more kinky than poker together yet, the offer had been made to arrange a playdate for her and Shy together. Hell, Kira had wanted Shy since the time she’d helped Kira through her first whipping. What a mind-blowing night that had been. She glanced at Shy’s face, memories of the other woman saying naughty things sizzling through her thoughts and body. Shy winked, and Kira looked away, embarrassed she’d been caught staring. Kira glanced up at Bryan, hoping he hadn’t noticed, but that notion soon got blown out of the water.

  “Kira, you’ve been rude and ignored Mistress Jennifer while staring at her submissive. Go greet Mistress Jennifer. Beg for her mercy.”

  She started to stand, but Bryan put his hand on her shoulder. “No. Crawl over, and after you have apologized, ask the good Mistress if you can have permission to kiss Shy’s cunt. If you want to stare at her pussy, let me give you a better view.”

  Shock and desire lit Kira’s body in flames. She and Bryan had done a lot in their time together, and he never failed to amaze her with his ability to make her feel wonderful. She’d done kinky things with him that would have shocked her in the past, but now she couldn’t imagine living without. Before she knew it, she found herself crawling across the floor, too well trained to her lord’s will these last ten weeks to disobey him.

  Someone nearby laughed, and she heard a woman ask Bryan if his girl was available to play with. His answer got lost in the growing crowd, and Kira’s cheeks burned hot with humiliation as she knelt before a bemused Mistress Jennifer. Parting her legs, she placed her hands on her thighs and lowered her gaze to the Mistress’s boots.

  “Please forgive me for my rudeness, Mistress.”

  With a soft laugh, Mistress Jennifer shifted her stance, widening her legs and projecting a power that floated over Kira’s skin like snowflakes. Very different from her lord’s burning presence, but pleasant.

  “I believe your Master had further instructions as well, girl.”

  Pressing her hands against her legs, Kira tried to hide their nervous trembling. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, making her antsy. The crowd seemed to press in around them, drawn to her distress. Only the knowledge that Bryan was behind her, watching her, protecting her, gave Kira the courage to say the words. “Mistress, may I please have the pleasure of kissing your submissive’s cunt?”

  The toe of Mistress Jennifer’s boot gleamed as she raised her foot and used it to lift Kira’s chin in a limber move Kira envied. This angle also revealed Mistress Jennifer wasn’t wearing panties, and her lovely pussy was covered with a fluffy down of blonde hair.

  “You may.” Shy shifted forward, but Mistress Jennifer stopped her with a slap to her exposed right breast. “Still.”

  Returning her formidable attention to Kira, Mistress Jennifer smiled. “As I was saying, you may, but Shy must keep her thighs pressed together as hard as she can. If you can make her orgasm despite the tight fit, I will let you pick out the size of the anal plug she’ll have to wear for the rest of the night. If she can keep from coming for four minutes, then she gets to pick out the size of anal plug you will wear. And let me assure you, Kira, Shy will
find the biggest hunk of metal she can to shove up your ass.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Kira’s butthole clenched at the very idea, already sore from being pounded by Bryan last night as she shook with a series of full-body orgasms that left her speaking in tongues.

  “Does that work for you?”

  “Of course, Mistress.”

  The Dominatrix gave her a dry smile. “I was talking to your Master, girl.”

  Swallowing hard, she tried to ignore the laughter of those around her, whispers at how precious the innocent ones were. Most of the voices sounded friendly, but there were a few catty tones here and there that set her on edge. Bryan must have given his agreement because Mistress Jennifer gathered a handful of Kira’s hair and forced her to scoot over and kneel before Shy. Kira had to brace her hands on the other woman’s hips for support as Mistress Jennifer tightened her grip on Kira’s hair.

  “Stick your tongue out, girl. Oh, and Shy, after Kira picks out the plug she wants you to wear, I’m going to fist your ass, so you better hope she picks a big one.”

  Up this close, Kira could actually see Shy’s pussy swell and quiver at Mistress Jennifer’s words. While the idea of being fisted was intriguing when it was happening to Shy, Kira would run screaming her safe word if Bryan so much as mentioned it.

  “Shy, pull your dress up and hold it at your waist.”

  Kira stuck out her tongue and shifted as Mistress Jennifer proceeded to use her face like a sex toy on Shy. There was something so impersonal about it. Kira wasn’t sure how to feel. Usually she liked to take her time with a women, to work them up slowly, but the spicy musk of Shy’s sex coated Kira’s tongue, and she pressed her face closer, coaxing a groan out of Shy. The lack of control rankled her, and she struggled not to jerk away, not to fight the other woman’s hold. If Bryan had been the one holding Kira’s face to Shy’s body, it would have been different, but Kira didn’t have the same bond with Mistress Jennifer.