My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) (11 page)

Her eyes widened when she found he wore no underwear. The moment her smooth fingers wrapped around his shaft, it was his turn to growl and flex his hips. Working her up to the point of madness was a double-edged sword because he ended up just as needy, as fucking savage as she did. Except while she could revel in the feelings, he had to keep a tight leash on his own emotions and body in order to prolong and intensify the experience for her.

“Bryan, I mean, my lord, I didn’t know you were pierced.” She ran her thumb over the thick hoop going through his urethra and the head of his cock. An intense tingle flooded his pelvis, and he swallowed hard. With a gentle touch, she pulled his dick out and made a happy, almost purring sound. “Uncircumcised as well. I’ve never been with a man like you.”

Leaning over, he gathered a handful of her hair and held her still. “Open your mouth.”

She blinked, her eyes burning from within like amber lit by flames. She opened wide for him, and he almost came all over her face right then. Such a tempting sight, lush and feminine yet with an inner strength he loved to tame.

With slow movements, he began to sink his cock into her eager mouth. All too soon he hit the back of throat, and she gagged.

“Do you know how to deep throat?”

She shook her head, then sucked him hard enough to make his toes curl.

Using her hair as an anchor, he began to slide her mouth up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip to let her play with the hoop. She reached up to touch him, and he shoved her mouth down on him until she gagged again. “Play with your nipples for me, girl. Hard, like I would.”

Her moan vibrated against his flesh, running through the piercing and making it hum like a tuning fork. She began to wiggle against the bench, her cries increasing in strength and intensity as her busy fingers stretched and pulled her now red peaks. It pleased him to see she was taking his directions seriously, pulling hard on those tips and making herself hurt for him. His body tightened, and he fought the need to come. Despite her not being able to deep throat him—his favorite way to fuck a submissive’s mouth—her talented tongue drove him to distraction.

No wonder the ladies liked her so much.

The mental image of his Kira licking another submissive to orgasm had him pulling out so the tip of his cock stretched her mouth. She was going to make him come, he was too close to the edge, but he’d be damned if she didn’t go over first. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, keeping his other buried in that amazing hair of hers, he found the slim remote to the anal plug and turned it on.

Immediately she yelped and tried to pull back, but he kept his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her closer until the ring on his dick pressed against the back of her throat. “Feel that? The lovely little plug stretching your bottom can do a variety of things. Including giving you a mild electrical shock.”

Her hands fluttered toward his hips, but he smacked them back down. “If I see you remove your hands from your tits before you come, I will shackle you to the wall and jerk off in front of you, leaving you with nothing but need and no relief.”

Shaking her head, she took in a deep breath through her nostrils and resumed her torment. With a smile, he turned on the vibrator inside the anal plug. Her low, deep groan was music to his ears. Because of her position on the kneeler, the vibrations would easily travel down to her aroused clit, resounding through the plump, delicious lips of her labia. Fuck, he wanted to sixty-nine with her, to spread her pussy over his mouth and drink her down.

As he rocked his hips, he gave himself over to the sensations of her eager sucking, her little whimpers and moans as he played with the vibrations going through her bottom. Easing his grip on her hair, he let her set a rhythm while he told her how beautiful she was, how precious to him. And by God, she was precious to him. Never had he been with a woman who took such joy from pleasing him. Oh, he’d been with submissives who were so well trained that it was a pleasure to be with them, but with Kira, he wasn’t just another Dom to help her get into subspace. His feelings, his pleasure was important to her, and despite the discomfort he put her through, she was only too eager to bring him to completion.

The edge of her teeth gently scored him, and he swore. The way her sucking became disjointed, yet more intense along with her now thrusting hips, let him know she was close to her own orgasm.

“Give over, love. Come for me, and I’ll pour myself into your mouth. And you will drink down every fucking drop like a good girl should.”

Her mouth went slack around him, and she trembled, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the edge of the bench. He briefly considered pulling out just in case she bit him while she came, but there was no way he could resist the lure of her mouth. Hopefully she’d continue to be outspoken and sassy in the future so he could shove his cock down her throat on a regular basis.

Her moans increased, and he reached down, rolling the hard tip of her nipple between his fingers before using his nails and pinching down. That seemed to be the edge she needed because her muffled wail filled the room even as she sucked frantically at him.

Oh fucking bloody hell.

With a roar of his own, he shuttled his cock in and out of her mouth, reveling in the scent of her pussy, the grip of her hands on his hips, her pants and whimpers. The burn exploded from the base of his spine, traveling up through his balls before shooting out of the head of his cock, pouring cum into the hot, wet cave of her mouth. She stilled and swallowed, taking every drop like she’d been told.

After the last spurt had been sucked, he reluctantly pulled away from her. She stared up at him, dazed and with a very satisfied smile curving her lips. “Good job, Kira. You’ve pleased me very much.”

She licked her lips. “Thank you, my lord.”

Tucking himself back into his pants, he nodded to her. “You can stand up now, and we’ll get that anal plug out of you.”

He immediately noticed how slowly she moved, how her face tensed in anticipation of pain. “Love, I promise I’ll be so gentle you won’t feel anything but pleasure. It won’t hurt as much coming out as going in.”

She gave him a strained smile and stood, then cried out and slumped against the kneeler.

“Kira?” He moved quickly to her side and pulled her up, supporting her body with his. “Are you all right?”

Chapter Six

Kira wanted to scream in frustration. This evening had been so good, so perfect, and her fucked-up body had to ruin it. She knew she’d pushed herself too far, should have let him know the bench was hurting her hips, but she didn’t want to stop. He’d been close to coming and so had she. Plus, she’d wanted to please him so badly, to show him that his time with her wasn’t one-sided, that she could give him back some of the amazing sensations he gave her. Plus the fucking awesome adrenaline surge that came with the orgasm had dulled the pain to the point where she really hadn’t noticed it.

Trying to keep her voice smooth, she pushed at him. “I’m okay.”

With a low snarl, he said, “Put your hands on the kneeler.”

She complied, wincing as her lower back seized up. A moment later, he pulled the anal plug from her bottom and she shuddered, confusing sensations of pleasure and pain mixing with the fading rush of endorphins. His warmth briefly left her back, but he quickly returned.

“You promised me you would use your safe word to keep me from damaging you.”

“I’m fine.” She tried to rise on her own, and her back seized again in a way that pulled an unwilling groan from her. “Just give me a second, and I’ll be right as rain.”

Cursing, he helped her stand and kept an arm around her waist. “Kira, stop lying to me. I hate it, and I’m already more than a little fucking pissed right now, so I suggest you stop trying to bullshit me and tell me the fucking truth.”

She took a deep breath and let it out, hating to have to admit to a weakness. “I’m a little sore.”

“Where?”

“My lower back.”

They slowly walked across the room, Bryan letting her set the pace. Thankfully she didn’t have those horrible cramps that kept her doubled over in agony, only the feeling of a shard of glass stuck in her tailbone. Probably pinched a nerve or something like that.

“Really, it’s no big deal.”

By now they’d reached the stairs. He was quiet, a tense storm waiting to break. When she glanced up at his face, the rage and the disappointment she saw tore at her soul. But what hurt the most was the hint of guilt she saw in his gaze.

“Kira, hold on to the wall. Because of your lies, your blatant disrespect to my wishes, you’ve lost the right to wear my collar.”

She did as he asked, suddenly meek and afraid. When he unbuckled the collar, she had a very real fear he was going to kick her out, that things were over between them. After all, she had broken her promise to him to tell the truth.

Fuck, what was wrong with her?

All she knew was that when she was on her knees before him, reveling in the sensations he was giving her, she felt more alive than she had in a long time. It almost reminded her of the sensation of riding a big wave on her old surfboard, a pure rush of intense emotion combined with physical sensation. But unlike surfing, where she had to keep her mind focused, with Bryan she’d been able to let go and just exist.

No one had ever been able to make her feel that way before.

“Please, Master. Please don’t give up on me. I’m so sorry. I wanted to make you come. Please don’t make me leave.”

“Don’t you understand? I can’t keep you safe, can’t trust you if you won’t be honest with me about your body. What if I’d really messed something up, Kira? What if I’d reinjured you? Don’t you know that would kill me?” He met her gaze, and her heart lurched at the absolute seriousness in his gaze. “For a sadist to scene with a submissive who won’t use her safe word is a travesty waiting to happen.”

He jerked the collar off, giving her only a glimpse of black leather and sparkle before he shoved it in his pocket. Even in his anger, he was a magnificent specimen of male flesh, all cut muscles, defined abs, and those hard nipples that drove her crazy with need. How could she let herself fuck up something so potentially good? He leaned back against the wall and stared at her, his dark eyes blazing with emotions that stripped her raw, whipped her soul until she bled.

With a grunt of effort, she began to lower herself to her knees, desperate to earn his forgiveness. “Please don’t leave me, Bryan. This is all so new to me. I didn’t know that it would be this bad. I thought I could handle it, and I didn’t mean to lie to you, honestly. Please don’t go. I’m sorry I disappointed you—”

Before she’d made it two inches, he was at her side, lifting her back up. “How badly do you hurt? You better be fucking honest with me, love.”

“I”—she swallowed hard—“I think I might have pinched a nerve in my lower back.”

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No.” He lifted his head and gave her a skeptical look, his jaw and body tight with tension. “No, really. I’m okay. I’ll go to my massage therapist tomorrow, and she’ll fix me up. This isn’t the first time this has happened.”

He took in a sharp breath, his nostrils flaring. “What is the most comfortable way for me to carry you?”

“I don’t need to be carried.”

“Really? Then take those stairs on your own.”

She glanced at the stairs, knowing he’d see in an instant the pain they would cause her. “Umm, give me a minute.”

Gritting his teeth, he placed his hand around her neck, reminding her of his collar and making her sad all over again that she’d lost the right to wear it. “If you ever want to earn my trust, you must stop lying and telling me half-truths. Would you like it if I lied to you about being in pain?”

Chagrined, she shook her head. “No, I’d hate it.”

“Exactly. Now, tell me the best way to help you up those stairs.”

She looked at the dozen steps leading up to the main house. “If you let me hold on to the railing on one side and your shoulder on the other, that should do it. I’m not sure if carrying me would make my back better or worse because of how my spine would move.”

His jaw tight, he nodded and slung her arm over his shoulder. Slowly, surely, they took each step. The whole way he was beyond solicitous, coaching her when she faltered, praising her when she took a step. His words flowed over her, wrapping her in warmth even though she was still naked except for her garters and stockings. By the time they made it to the top, her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her lower back ached.

“Thank you, my lord.”

“Kira, I’m so fucking pissed at you right now.” He brushed back a strand of hair off her cheek, his gentle touch at odd with his words. “I would highly suggest that for the next few hours you do everything I say.”

“But I thought you wanted me to leave?” Her voice trembled on the last word, and she tried to push away, to keep him from seeing the tears. Now that the endorphins were fading, she felt vulnerable, cold, and very alone. Her back ached, her bottom hurt, and her soul was an icy ball in her chest.

“Just because I’m angry doesn’t mean I want you to leave.” He cupped her chin, the gentle touch undoing her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and he brushed one away with his thumb. “That doesn’t mean I will tolerate such lies from my submissive, but I will work with you on being honest. We’re still very new to each other.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.” She shuddered when he gathered her into his arms, warming the ice in her veins.

“I know, love, I know.” He sighed and rubbed her back. “Can you walk?”

“Yes, but slowly.”

He led her through the quiet mansion, and she wondered what time it was. Reality had a way of slipping by when she was with him. It was kind of disturbing how lost she became in Bryan, how his charisma, his pull became the center of her universe. She hadn’t felt that way since…well, never. Bryan made all the previous relationships she’d had feel like practice for the main event. She tried to steel her heart against him, to tell herself that his concern and caring were merely that of a Master to his submissive. For all she knew, she’d feel like this with any Master.