My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked 1) (12 page)

Isaac turned them farther, and she saw a large white X
suspended from the ceiling by thick chains and a big steel pole anchoring it to
the floor. There was also some kind of pulley system tucked discreetly behind a
lush stand of ferns in sleek silver vases. She leaned her head back against his
chest and tried to take it all in. The mixture of the primitive rock with the
ultramodern look shouldn’t have worked, but it did.

Her gaze skittered back to the X, and she tensed. “So,
umm…is that for me?”

He laughed softly against her head and rubbed at her neck,
loosening tight muscles. “There is nothing to be afraid of.”

She started to protest she wasn’t afraid but decided
antagonizing him at the moment might not be the smartest thing she’d ever done.
Still, apprehension had her pulling away from him and crossing her arms over
her chest. It seemed so stupid, but up until now she hadn’t really considered
that he might really hurt her. Letting someone she barely knew restrain her
sent a jitter of unease through her. True, she didn’t see any instruments of
torture lying about, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t torture her with just his
hands.

He regarded her in silence, his posture easy, and when she
looked into his eyes, all she saw was understanding and strength.

“You know I won’t do anything to you that was on your list
of nos. You also know I promised to make you orgasm with just one kiss, and I
don’t lie. I would never do anything that doesn’t bring you pleasure. One,
because I’m not a sadist, and two because breaking your trust is one of my hard
limits.”

Her body warmed at his words, and her apprehension faded to
a manageable level. Besides, both Laurel and the bodyguard she’d met downstairs
knew she was here tonight, and Mrs. Florentine knew as well. She highly doubted
her mentor would ever put her in a situation where she’d be sliced up like a
lab experiment.

“It’s just a little overwhelming is all.”

He opened his arms. “Come here.”

She did as he asked, sighing when he held her tight and
close. The scent and the warmth of him surrounded her. She relaxed inch by
inch. Though she felt the press of his erection against her, he didn’t try to
do anything more than run his thumb over an exposed section of her back in a
soothing manner.

“Sometimes I forget that you’ve never done anything like
this. I look into your beautiful dark eyes, and I lose myself.” He leaned down
and nuzzled her cheek with his, the slight stubble scraping across her skin in
a pleasurable manner. “I swear to you, Lucia, that I will bring you pleasure
like you’ve never felt. Sensations that will be beyond anything you’ve
experienced. The only thing I require from you is to enjoy everything I’m
offering. Your desire is my desire. Your need is my need. Let me take care of
you.”

She drew in a deep breath and looked up at him, trying to
smile. “When you put it that way, I’m about ready to skip over to that thing
and haul myself up.”

“Brave, Kitten.” His warmth left her back as he stepped
away. The tight roll of his ass in his leather pants made her bite her lip as
he sauntered over to what she thought was called a St. Andrew’s cross. “Come on
over. It won’t bite.”

Now that she’d calmed down, some of her usual spirit
returned. She wasn’t a blushing virgin, and while she’d never done anything
quite like this before, she had enough experience to hold her own. The
arrogant, almost amused smile on his kissable lips added fuel to her returning
fire.

She lifted her chin and loosened the stays of the robe. With
miniscule muscle movements, she shrugged it off and let it slide off her arms
to a silken pool at her feet. His gaze went dark, and the feminine part of her
soul purred in pleasure at the predatory shift in his stance. She lifted her
foot and kept her toe pointed as she stepped out of the circle of golden cloth
with a roll of her hips.

Having grown up in a large Hispanic family that loved Latin
dancing, she had a fair bit of experience in how to move her body, and she used
that now. Each step was controlled and concise, an elegant flow from ankle to
hip. Her breathing increased the closer she got, because it seemed like Isaac
was going to pounce on her when she finally reached him. Oh, he may have
control over the situation, but she had a feminine power all her own, and she
used it to tease him, to dare him to take her, touch her, make her his.

When she reached him, she froze, unsure if she should touch
him. They remained less than an inch apart, but he made no move to close the
distance. Instead he looked into her eyes, and the bottom of her stomach
dropped. The intense hunger in his gaze almost frightened her. She’d never had
a man look at her with such overwhelming passion before.

“I’m going to help you onto the St. Andrew’s cross. Because
this is your fist time, I’m only going to bind your hands and feet to the wood
with silk ropes rather than the leather restraints I usually favor.”

She tried to seem nonchalant as she nodded, but inside she
quivered in both fear and anticipation. Without a doubt he would give her a
mind-blowing experience. She just hoped he lived up to his hype. Then again,
he’d never actually kissed her yet. God, all that sexual play between them, and
they’d never once locked lips. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to share his
breath, to have him inside of her.

That thought had her stepping onto the cross and lifting her
arms up. It was slightly angled, so she was leaning with her back and butt
pressed against the cool surface of the cross instead of straight up and down.
She looked up at him, and he reached above her to test a chain. As he did his
shirt raised up, and she caught a glimpse of his tight, muscled stomach with a
trail of dark hair leading to his groin. Thank God he wasn’t one of those guys
who removed every bit of hair from their bodies. She liked the softness of
chest hair brushing against her nipples, of cuddling with someone who felt like
a man.

He reached behind her and pulled out a padded headrest from
behind the cross, adjusting it until it fit her so that it cupped the back of
her head. She startled when the first thing he tied down was her head to the
headrest on the frame with a black cloth over her mask. Dim light shone through
the fabric, so she could faintly make out Isaac’s form as he moved around her.

Good Lord, this man knew how to set the right mood.

Next he bound her wrists and her ankles. He traced a finger
down her calf, and her whole body ached for him.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t supposed to touch me except for
a kiss.”

His dark laugh at once scared and aroused her. Holy crap,
she was kinda glad she couldn’t see him, because when he laughed like that, he
sounded downright sinister. “Kitten, I’m wearing leather gloves. I’m not
actually feeling the silk of your skin gliding beneath me, just the slide of
leather over a warm, lush surface. You are so incredibly soft. I wonder if
you’re as soft inside and out. Is your pussy swollen and wet? Your clit hard
and begging to be sucked?”

She panted as he traced his way around the body jewelry on
her leg. “Yes.”

He reached above her knee and stroked the inside of her
thigh. Barely touching the skin but driving her crazy. She restlessly moved
against her bonds and tugged at them, but they held fast. “You’re still too
much in your own head, Kitten. I need to help you tune everything out except
your body and really listen to what you want. Moan, scream, yell anything you
want, and I’ll be the only one to hear it, but you won’t hear yourself.”

His soft leather pants brushed against her body as he walked
around her, and she marveled at how much that little touch sent her whole body
tingling. It was like she had some kind of energy around her, and it loved his
power. Normally she would have giggled at such a weird thought, but damned if
she couldn’t sense him moving closer to her head. A second later the headphones
rested on her ears, and she smiled.

A deep, heavy bass beat came through the headphones, a
restless rhythm that would be perfect for having sex. God, the thought of Isaac
moving his hips to that sexy beat had her aching to be filled.

Something wet splashed over her belly, and she flinched,
then said, “Hey, what is that?”

At least she thought she said it out loud. The headphones
were of such a high quality that she couldn’t hear anything but the music. It
was like being inside a dark club as she watched him as much as she could
through the veil. He was an indistinct masculine shape, broad shoulders, flat
stomach, and very strong hands.

The answer came in the form of a leather-covered finger
spreading the taste of rich red wine in her mouth. She sucked on his finger,
licking every drop she could from its surface, wishing it was his big cock
instead. All too soon his hand was gone, and she strained to see or feel him.

He rubbed his hands over her belly and spilled the wine
lower until it dripped down the insides of her thighs. The liquid felt like a
fleeting caress every time he poured, and she tried to see if he was drinking
from the bottle as well, flavoring his kiss with wine.

She would love to take the decadent liquid from his mouth,
to drink from him like a cup.

The pressure of his hand on her inner thigh had her shifting
her hips in an effort to get him to move. To her disappointment he left the
apex of her legs and made his way back up to her chest. He wrapped his hands on
the delicate metal chains that made the link between her breasts. With one hard
jerk, he broke it, and the diamond bra fell from her chest. She hoped he liked
what he saw, that her dark nipples weren’t too big or too small for his liking.
Maybe he was the kind of guy who only liked the unreal gravity-defying actions
of implants. What if he thought her boobs were too floppy? What if he—

Her worries splintered into jagged thoughts of pleasure when
something clamped down on her nipple and began to vibrate. She knew she
groaned, could feel it deep in her throat, but she couldn’t hear it. Something
about not being able to hear her own passion allowed her to let go a little bit,
to let him take more control.

Licking her lips, she then moaned in pleasure as a second
vibrating clamp was attached to her other nipple. Then he began to torment her,
varying the rhythm, so her body never got used to it. Her hips snapped when he
grasped her breasts in both hands and pushed them together. Her empty pussy
clenched when his breath heated her throbbing nipples. With a start she
realized that she’d closed her eyes and didn’t even remember doing it.

His strong hands continued to massage her breasts, tweaking
one nipple or the other. Then his touch moved lower, stirring through the wine
still on her belly, and tapped unerringly on her swollen clit hidden behind the
almost invisible diamond panties. All her breath left her in a gasp, and she
cried out as he slowly massaged her through her panties and his leather gloves.
Round and round his thumb went until she thought she might die.

If she’d known it would be like this, she would have sought
BDSM out years ago. Then again, would she feel like this with anyone but Isaac?
No, no one had ever affected her with such intensity, and she reveled in the
thought that her reactions were turning him on.

The pressure of his hand disappeared, and she cried out,
needing his touch. Wanting his hands on her body, his beautiful blue eyes
watching her, his dick deep inside of her and filling her so good.

Cool air hit her overheated cleft, and a moment later
something small and buzzing was placed directly on her clit. She screamed and
fought the silk scarves tying her down. With a slight jerk, the frame she was
strapped to began to move and tilted back until she was lying down. Still the
relentless vibrations drove her higher and higher until she wanted to scream.

He removed the clamps from her nipples. She felt so hot, so
swollen and hungry for him. The vibrator being held in place by her panties
buzzed on. He must have had some kind of remote control, because the buzzing
would stop altogether as she neared orgasm, only to slowly build her up again
until she thought for sure this time he would let her come.

She pleaded with him, begged him to take her, to do all
kinds of wonderfully bad things with her. When that didn’t work, she began to
yell at him, then beg him, then threaten to cut his dick off if he didn’t make
her come. Finally she just screamed her frustration. Either her pleas moved
him, or he was afraid she was going to pass out, because he simultaneously
pressed his lips to hers and held the vibrator down on her clit.

Every inch of her body exploded with pleasure. It felt so
fucking good. Wave after wave of bliss tore through her from the top of her
head to the tips of her toes until she became electrified with pleasure. She
had no idea orgasms could be this good or this long. Instead of ending, her
body continued to contract, and her brain flooded her with even more feel-good
chemicals.

His mouth caressed hers, and she moaned, opening for him as
the vibrator drew more jerking aftershocks from her overstimulated body. This
was what she wanted, this connection with him. His taste, his touch, his will
had made her feel this way. As she finally began to wind down, the buzzing on
her overly sensitive clit hurt. She fought against the discomfort and endured
it for the opportunity to finally kiss Isaac. He nibbled over her lips and had
her desperately seeking to deepen their kiss.

With a low growl he bit her lower lip hard enough to sting,
then gently licked it.

The vibrator turned off completely, and she shuddered when
he removed it. More wine spilled onto her belly, and she gasped when the warm,
firm length of what had to be his tongue dragged along her stomach, pausing to
lick the wine from the indent of her belly button. She yearned to be free, to
be able to stroke his dark silken hair, to urge his mouth lower to clean away
the wine that surely mixed with her fluids running down the curve of her
bottom. When he pulled away, she sighed, partially in contentment and partially
with need. Amazing that after such a strong orgasm the act of him drinking wine
from her body had tightened her belly and heated her flesh. Usually after she
came she was done for the night, but with him, she wanted to keep going, to see
what else he could do to her or make her feel.