My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked 1) (18 page)

Isaac moved past her and looked over his shoulder. “Welcome
to my home, Lucia. If you’ll follow me, your room is this way.”

She startled when she realized this wasn’t the entrance to a
floor but rather to his house. It wasn’t unusual for luxury hotels to have a
set of floors that they sold as condos. That must be the case here. How much
would something like this cost? Probably more money than she’d see in a
lifetime. Isaac headed down a hallway leading to the left, and she followed him
past three sets of doors before he finally stopped and opened one.

“I’ll give you a little bit to get comfortable.” He almost
reached out to her, but then fisted his hand and kept it at his side. “There is
a room service menu in the top drawer next to the bed. Order anything you
want.”

“You’re not going to eat with me?”

He shook his head and stepped back. “No. I have work to do.”
With that he turned and went down the hallway, heading in the direction of the
foyer.

She stared at his retreating figure before berating herself
for sounding so needy. It wasn’t like she’d never eaten alone before. Heck, she
did it all the time back in her tiny apartment. She didn’t even really want him
around right now. If he was going to act like this, he could shut himself in
his office all night. In fact, she wouldn’t eat breakfast with him either.

Wandering into the room, she let out a soft gasp and stared.
Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the Washington Monument in the
distance. Night had almost totally fallen, but the horizon still held a hint of
twilight blue. The room itself was done in soft purple and gray shades,
soothing and feminine without being overwhelming. A massive bed with a
pearl-gray silk duvet cover sat to her right. In front of the windows was a
gigantic white fur beanbag chair big enough to be used as a couch. A purple
silk blanket lay folded on the floor next to it.

She tugged her bags in, then absently closed the door behind
her, taking in the room from a new angle. A door led off the main room to the
left, and she hoped it held a bathroom, because she really needed to use one.
Behind the door there was indeed a bathroom. She took care of business before
giving it a closer inspection. One glance at the multiheaded space-age-looking
shower convinced her that she needed to get clean ASAP.

After shedding her clothes, she stepped into the stall and
spent some time examining the keypad before pushing any buttons. There was a
command called Mist, and she pressed it to see what would happen. A few seconds
later, a mist began to rise from tiny jets located at the bottom of the shower
stall. Delighted, she tapped another command for Rain and picked the setting
Gentle. Instantly a soft rain fell from the showerheads over her. She laughed,
slicking her hair back from her face. For the next half hour she entertained
herself in the shower, playing with all the different settings before finally
remembering to wash herself. She didn’t know where Isaac got his shampoo, but
it made her hair feel like silk even while it was wet.

The last drops of water rained down as she turned the shower
off before stepping out and grabbing a huge fluffy towel that smelled faintly
of lavender. She quickly dried herself and went into the bedroom to get
dressed. Using the thick towel, she dried her hair and contemplated her next
move. The shower had relaxed her and cleared her mind a bit, allowing her to
think about the situation from a less emotional place.

Something about meeting her parents had changed things
between them. Her hands froze as she wondered if her father had given Isaac the
“be good to my little girl” speech. She groaned and buried her face in the damp
towel. Of course he had. He’d been giving that speech to any man she brought to
the house since her first date when she was sixteen. No wonder Isaac had been
quiet. Any man who got that lecture from her dad wouldn’t look at her for the
next few days. None of them would ever tell her what it was about, but they’d
all had the same reaction of distancing themselves from her.

She fell back onto the bed with a sigh that turned to a moan
when she felt how soft and comfortable it was. The mattress conformed to her
body, and the silk comforter felt delicious against her bare skin.

So, her father had said or done something to either scare or
intimidate Isaac. From that point on he’d been cold to her. She would have
thought he no longer wanted her, but for a moment outside of his car in the
parking lot he’d been different. She replayed the scene in her mind and tried
to isolate what had set him off.

After thinking it over she finally figured it out. He’d
basically ordered her to do something, and she’d defied him. Sitting up she
smiled and pulled her suitcase up onto the bed, then dug through it and planned
her unconventional seduction.

Let him try to ignore her now.

* * * *

Lucia wandered about the apartment in her completely
scandalous outfit. Well, maybe scandalous was a bit of an overstatement. She
looked down at her breasts jiggling with each step beneath the ultrathin tank
top she wore and was glad there weren’t any stairs in his apartment. A pair of
silky pink shorts rode low on her hips; a good inch of her belly showed. Her
long hair hung loose, and every once in a while she felt it brush the small of
her back. While this outfit may not be lingerie, she still worked it for all
she was worth as she searched for Isaac.

After going back through the massive living room, she
noticed a light coming from beneath one of the doors. It took a ridiculous
amount of courage to cross the room and knock on the door.

“Come in.” Isaac’s voice came from the other side.

She opened the door and stepped into a comfortable office.
The dark green carpet complimented the cherrywood finish on all of the
furnishings and bookshelves. Isaac sat behind a massive desk with his jacket
off and his shirt slightly unbuttoned. She could see the soft patch of hair on
his chest and wanted to run her fingers through it. Her body grew heavy with
desire, and when she sashayed across the room, his gaze turned dark, and he
became still.

“I had a question for you.”

Giving her a weary look, he pushed back from the desk and
folded his hands over his stomach. “What is it?”

She stopped and sat on the edge of his desk, crossing her
legs, all too aware of the peep show she was giving him of her bright purple
panties. “Why are you acting like such a jerk?”

“Pardon me?”

“You heard me.”

His dark brows drew down. “I’m not acting like a jerk.”

“You know what? You’re right. You’re acting like an
asshole.”

He glared at her and fisted his hands, finally showing her
some true emotion. “I would watch what you say to me.”

“Why? It’s not like we have any real relationship outside of
the club. I’m just here as a platonic houseguest.”

The muscles of his neck flexed, but he managed a stiff nod.
“Correct.”

She swung her leg, making her breasts sway. His gaze locked
on them, and her nipples grew to hard points. Evidently they were clearly
visible, because Isaac shifted to adjust his dick.

“Well, I’ve decided I want to try out BDSM for real. I
really like it, but I want more, not the pretend Master thing you’re giving me.
I want a man who is capable and worthy of owning me. Not a fake Dom.”

He leaned slightly forward, and the look he gave her almost
scared a squeak out of her. “I would once again advise you to watch your
words.”

With a sigh, she parted her legs and stretched. “Or what?
Are you going to bore me to death?”

“Don’t push me.” He took a deep breath, and his voice came
out with a slight growl. “You don’t want the results.”

But that was just it. She did want the results. She wanted
him to exert his will over her, to make her give up control and let him lead
her where he wanted. Most of all she wanted him inside of her, moving with her
and taking her. And dammit, he was going to give it to her even if she had to
provoke him into it to get past whatever her dad had told him to make him back
off like this.

“Ooh, big scary man.” She looked at the ceiling and tapped
her lip. “Do you think you could put in a good word for me with that Texan at
the bar the other night? He had nice, big hands.”

“Last warning.”

Giving him a smirk, she slid off the desk and wiggled her
bottom. “I always did want to ride a cowboy.”

Even though she knew he was going to move, his quickness
still surprised her. One moment she was standing, and the next thing she was
over his shoulder and being carried out of the room.

“What the hell?” she yelled and tried to shimmy out of his
grasp.

His firm hand smacked her on her bottom hard enough to
really sting. “Keep quiet, or I’ll be forced to gag you, which will piss me off
even more because I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, not a ball
gag.”

Her long hair fell in her face, and she tried to sweep it
aside to see where they were going, but she couldn’t see much beyond the
ground. They left the light wooden floors of the living room and crossed over
into the tiles she recognized as belonging in the kitchen, then onto wood
floors again. Her bottom throbbed where he had spanked her, but that brief
flare of violence had only made her wetter. One of his firm fingers traced up
her thigh, and she let out a sharp gasp when he took a nip at the side of her
hip.

The world twirled as he lowered her from his shoulder.
Before she could orient herself, she was being pushed to her knees. Yanking her
hair from her face, she found herself kneeling on some type of weird
contraption. It had a kneeler like they had at church, but there was a long
section branching off in a T shape. From what she could see, there were all
kinds of whips, floggers, and chains hanging from the rich cream-colored walls.

They were in what had to be his personal dungeon. She’d read
about them online, but she’d never expected this much…stuff. The space itself
was bigger than her kitchen and living room put together, and it was crammed
from floor to ceiling with equipment. Instead of the black-and-red creepy
dungeon look she had expected, this room was done all in shades of beige, gold,
and cream with of course excellent lighting.

Recessed in the wall next to them were glass shelves
displaying all manner of implements. Some she recognized, like the variety of
beautiful glass dildos, but others left her gaping in confusion. There was even
what appeared to be a gynecological instrument, and she shuddered. No way in
hell was that thing going inside her. Below that were a series of drawers that
held only God knew what. A rill of fear moved through her, and she swallowed
hard, regretting her brainless decision to piss Isaac off.

She was so distracted by her surroundings she’d almost
forgotten he was there until he wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled her
back, making her arch uncomfortably. “What’s your safe word?”

Her mind struggled to make sense of what he was saying. She
searched his face, trying to judge his emotions as her trepidation chased away
some of her desire. If he was really angry at her, she didn’t want to be in
this room with him, this place where he could inflict so much pain on her.

She struggled to see his face, her back arching farther, and
he loosened his grip and allowed her to look at him. Instead of his usual cold
mask, his sharp features blazed with emotion, and her heart softened while her
body warmed. There was no anger there, only a lust so savage it made her pussy
throb. “Penicillin,” she whispered.

“Use it only if you have to. Don’t disappoint me.”

He released her and fiddled with some knobs attached to the
bench. The top part lowered, and he pushed her down so her arms were extended
out and her body supported by the bench. She tried to look up to see what he
was doing, but the angle was wrong. Something looped around her waist, and she
jerked up, only to be pushed back down by a firm hand.

“Kitten, you should have listened to me.” He paused and ran
his finger along the edge of her tank top; then his touch traveled lower. “I
assure you I’m going to enjoy this.”

He slammed his hand down hard on her arched bottom, and she
cried out in shock.

“Wait—what—”

Another hard smack had her trying to fight the belt. He
smacked her again, but his voice came out even as he said, “Did you really
think you could manipulate me into taking you?”

Warmth spread through her in delicious waves, matching the beat
of her heart. She flushed and bit back a moan when he rubbed his hand over her
butt. Her body ached to be filled, and she rubbed her thighs together, her
swollen pussy sensitive to the slightest touch. The scent of leather mixed with
his spicy aftershave filled her nose when he leaned down and trailed his lips
across her cheeks in a butterfly-soft touch.

“Legs apart.” She hesitated, and he whispered into her ear,
“Open your legs, or I will stop right now and leave you like this. Needy,
wanting. Only I’ll secure a vibrator in that pretty cunt that will keep you on
the edge of orgasm without giving you relief. Now be a good girl and do as I
asked.”

Embarrassed but incredibly aroused, she spread her legs as
much as she could while still kneeling. His hand slipped between her thighs and
cupped her mound, pressing against her clit and making her arch.

“So wet for me.” He slipped a finger between her panties and
flesh, stroking through her aching folds. “And so hot. You like the spanking
bench, don’t you?”

She moaned and clenched around him. “
Ay, sí, eso siente tan bonito
.”

He laughed softly and continued to stroke her with
maddeningly slow caresses, getting near her hard bud but never quite close enough.
“No, you’re not nearly hot enough for me yet.” He brutally shoved two fingers
into her, and she groaned, bucking against his hand. Then his clever fingers
found a spot deep within her sheath that felt like he was pressing on her clit
from the inside. Pressure built and built within her until she was making
incoherent noises of desire.