My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) (17 page)

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.

A sharp, extremely loud
crack
snapped through the air behind her, followed by one more. He was either trying to freak her out or warm up and freak her out anyway. Bracing herself, she widened her stance and tucked her head down a bit.

“Jessica, my submissive is far too tense. I need her relaxed before I begin in order to avoid injury.” Bryan’s voice dropped an octave, becoming a sensual growl that vibrated through Kira’s soul. “I will enjoy the sight of you pleasuring her.”

Shy moaned. “Oh my. This is going to be lovely. I hope you don’t mind if I touch myself while they work on you.”

Kira snorted softly. “I bet if you put one finger on your pussy without your Mistress’s permission, you wouldn’t be sitting for a week.”

“Oh, I’d be sitting, but not in a good way. She’d strap me to a vibrating horse saddle and make me ride it until I was screaming with the pain of overstimulation. Then she’d make me lick her pussy, just like Jessica is about to lick yours. Lucky bitch.”

Well, this certainly answered the question as to whether Bryan would approve of her playing with Jessica. Her lord was one of those men who loved women, loved to look at them, loved to watch them together. Kira shouldn’t be surprised. Look at his art collection. All beautiful women over the ages, each an example of her times ultimate female beauty. Guess her Rubenesque body turned him on as much as his chiseled abs turned her on.

Tilting her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of the beautiful Asian woman before Jessica disappeared out of Kira’s line of sight. Bryan remained out of her view, and she wondered if he was touching himself while he watched them, aroused by his submissive taking pleasure at his command. Right now she had no power in the decisions being made for her, and the thought gave her a delicious shiver.

Shy remained silent but had begun to lightly stroke Kira’s fingers and arms, tickling touches that made goose bumps rise on her skin. Being the center of this much attention was overwhelming, and Kira clung to the stone, grateful for its support. Shit, Bryan hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was so turned on she could come with a press of her legs.

Jessica began to kiss her way down Kira’s back, pausing over scars and murmuring low in her throat. When she reached Kira’s bottom, she made a pleased sound. “You smell delicious. Bend forward more. I want you to open yourself for your Master to see. He is watching you right now, transfixed by the sight of your beautiful body beneath my hands. Let’s give him something to remember.”

Kira bent forward, and Jessica held her pussy lips open. Shy made a whimpering sound and rubbed the tips of her breasts over Kira’s fingers. Behind them Bryan groaned a moment before Jessica’s tongue lapped at Kira’s slit. Going on tiptoes, Kira struggled to keep from instantly coming. She had a feeling having any orgasm without Bryan’s permission would be bad. Still, it was hard as hell to keep from undulating her hips against Jessica’s skilled mouth.

Shit, could that woman eat pussy.

Long, slow licks followed by the other woman’s tongue circling Kira’s increasingly swollen clit had her dancing on her toes. Jessica would pause every few seconds to lean back, and Kira was pretty sure she was showing Kira’s pussy to Bryan. Jessica began to massage the skin around her entrance, bringing more blood to that area and awakening new nerves. When her full lips wrapped around Kira’s clit and sucked hard, Kira couldn’t help but scream out her pleasure.

“Jessica, move.”

Before she could mourn the loss of Jessica’s mouth, a tiny bite of pain hit her right butt cheek, something akin to being stung by a bee. She almost lost her grip on the statue, but Shy was there, steadying her and giving her a much-needed anchor. Another stinging pop, this time on her left cheek. It was almost like getting bit by her lord, those sharp nips that hurt like a motherfucker but faded to warm pleasure when he finally touched her.

Two more pops coupled with a long, stinging stripe against her upper thighs. Oddly enough it wasn’t a hard strike, more like a caress. Her fear drained out of her as he worked her body, the blows coming harder, her pussy getting wetter. Soon she was panting and crying out with each kiss of his whip.

Shy smoothed Kira’s hair back again. “You look so beautiful. There isn’t a man or woman watching this scene that doesn’t want to be yours or possess you.”

Kira imagined what they looked like to the people watching above, her pale skin now probably red and pink, his muscled chest flexing and straining with each strike of the whip. Shy’s body arched next to hers, pale and tiny with a little heart-shaped ass. Kira wondered if Shy was as aroused as she seemed to be.