My Wicked Valentine (Club Wicked 1) (19 page)

Right before she reached her peak, he withdrew his hand and
spanked her ass, hard. She wailed, the burning of her bottom nothing compared
to the need to have him fuck her. That’s what she wanted and needed—a good hard
pounding to take away all the negativity of the day. She needed Isaac to take
care of her, and she trusted him enough to surrender to him.

Despite all of his bullshit, he’d done everything he
possibly could to take care of her today. Flying out on his helicopter, hiring
a private investigator, and going to her parents’ house with her had all been
something only a man who truly cared would do. Despite what he said, she knew
that he wouldn’t hurt her. She could give him everything, even her will, and he
wouldn’t abuse her trust. All she needed to do was relax and feel, let him
guide her, and do everything he asked.

Something inside of her relaxed, and he made a soothing
sound as she went limp against the bench, compliant to his touch. The next
smack stung, but the pain just added to the buzzing of her body. He murmured
softly and stroked her. The faint trail of his fingertips over her body felt
wonderful. She gave herself over to the sensation, her world narrowing down to
the feel of his fingers. The next thing she knew, the belt around her waist was
being undone.

He helped her off the spanking bench, and she almost fell
before he pulled her against his chest. On unsteady feet she stumbled back out
into the living room now illuminated in moonlight from the two-story windows.
Just the act of walking made her moan, and she swore her pussy had never been
this tender.

He stopped her before the long white leather couch. Taking
her shirt in both his hands, he ripped it off her. Her breath caught at the
brutality of the move, and her nipples immediately beaded to rock-hard pencil
erasers. She wiggled out of her shorts, standing only in her panties before
him.

“Always ask before you take off your clothes. Do you
understand me, Kitten? Your body is mine to play with, mine to touch. Even your
pleasure is mine to take and give as I see fit.” Unable to speak, she nodded
and gasped when he palmed her breasts. The heat she saw in his gaze burned her
soul. “You are the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen. So soft, so perfect.” He
scraped his nails over her skin, drawing a shiver from the pit of her stomach.

“Undress me.”

She swallowed hard, and her hand shook as she fumbled with
the buttons of his shirt. As his torso was revealed, she grew steadier and
moved quicker, wanting to see all of him. She felt like a greedy child
unwrapping the biggest box of chocolates she’d ever seen. After pulling his
shirt all the way off, she looked up at him. “May I touch you?”

His voice came out in a rough growl. “Yes.”

She traced her fingertips over the thick muscles of his
chest, admiring his dedication to keeping his body in shape. The flat discs of
his nipples attracted her attention, and she lightly ran her fingertips over
each, enjoying when they drew tight beneath her touch. He made a strained
noise, but she continued to stroke him, to memorize his body.

Moving behind him, she caressed his arms, the firm mass of
his shoulders, and his magnificent back. His body was like a study in muscle
from one of her biology classes. Pressing her breasts against his back, she
reached around his waist and undid the buckle of his belt before opening the
button and slowly unzipping his pants.

Instead of going to his front, she knelt behind him and
pulled his pants down from behind. As his clothing dropped, she began to lay a
gentle trail of kisses down each exposed inch of rugged male flesh. The crisp
hair on his legs tickled her lips, but she loved the way his body turned rock
hard beneath her touch. It gave her a sense of power to know she was pleasing
him, arousing him.

Dragging her tight nipples up his body, she hooked her
fingers into his dark briefs and pulled them down, revealing an ass that made
her already wet panties soaked. Tight and perfect, the muscles of his buttocks
extended up to his lower back. With a soft moan of appreciation, she ran her
hands over his hard cheeks, caressing them and watching as he tightened beneath
her worship. And it was worship. She’d never been so focused on a man before,
and she found his undivided attention incredibly arousing.

Not wanting to lose contact with his warmth even for a
moment, she walked around him with her fingertips trailing over his skin. He
was so big and solid. She felt very feminine next to him. Looking at him was
too overwhelming, so she closed her eyes as she came to his hip. Her breath
came out in erratic bursts as she stroked the hair leading from his navel to
his groin. Before she got very far, something hard yet rose-petal soft bumped
against her hand.

Screwing up her courage, she opened her eyes and gasped. He
had a wonderfully thick cock, big enough to please any woman. She swallowed and
circled the base of his shaft with her hand, unable to grip it entirely in her
fist. She’d never been with a man this endowed before, and she wondered if he
knew how to use it. In her experience, having a big dick didn’t make a man a
good lover. Well, it helped but it didn’t make up for lack of skill. Then again
he’d proven himself very knowledgeable in how to please a woman, and her need
grew.

Stroking him from base to tip, she squeezed out a small bead
of precum and smeared it over his thick mushroom head. He grew even harder in
her grasp, and she licked her lips, loving how her touch aroused him. There was
something powerful about pleasuring him, something that made her stand a little
straighter and relax further into the sensual spell he’d woven around them.
Even the throbbing of her abused bottom became part of her desire.

He grasped her wrist and pulled her away. “I want you
sitting on the couch, naked.”

She did as he asked and held her arms out to him, but he
shook his head. “Spread your legs wide. I want to see all of you.”

A hot flush burned from her chest all the way to her ears.
She’d never found her pussy particularly pretty. It wasn’t like the pictures
she’d seen in men’s magazines where all the women seemed to have everything all
neat and tucked up inside. Her inner lips protruded past the outer, and her
clit was a little more pronounced than the models she’d seen. And she certainly
got wetter than anyone she’d ever watched in an adult movie. Even now her honey
coated her inner thighs. Would he be disappointed? Did he like really wet
pussies?

She must have taken too long, because he grasped her nipples
in both hands and pinched them, hard. “I said show me that pretty cunt.”

Now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness the moonlight
provided more than enough illumination to see by. Reluctantly she parted her
legs a tiny bit and scooted down on the wide sofa. He groaned and she spread
her legs a little bit farther, torn between wanting to look at him to judge his
reaction and being afraid of seeing his disappointment.

“Wider.”

Her thigh muscles trembled as she opened her legs a bit
more.

“I said wider.”

Anger mixed with her embarrassment. “I am wider. God, why do
you want to see me so bad?” Even as the words came out of her mouth, she got a
sinking feeling in her gut. “I—uh—I mean, I am, Sir.”

His cock bobbed, distracting her and sending a renewed flush
of blood to her already throbbing clit. “Do not move.”

Before she could question him, he left the room, heading
back in the direction of his dungeon. She wanted to look, to see what he was
getting, but if it was some type of punishment toy, she really didn’t want to
do anything else to arouse his anger. Her legs trembled as she imagined all
sorts of scenarios, each more unusual and scary than the next. By the time he
returned, her breathing had sped until she was almost panting, and her legs did
indeed shake.

“Kitten, look at me.” She looked at what he held in his
hands but couldn’t make out more than some kind of long shape and the shine of
metal. “Look at my face. Now, deep breath in, slow breath out.”

Her lungs expanded on his command, and he talked her through
her panic, bringing her back down to earth. “Good girl. You know I’m not going
to push any of your hard limits, and you know that I won’t hurt you. What are
you scared of?”

Embarrassed, she looked away. “I don’t know.”

He sighed and motioned to her. “I thought we were going to
be honest with each other, and you’re a horrible liar. Stand up.”

The comment about being a liar stung, but there was no way
in hell she was telling this sex god about her body issues. She did as he
asked, and her nipples tightened to stiff peaks as he walked over to her, his
big dick leading the way. He grazed his knuckle down her cheek and cupped her
chin with his free hand, forcing her to look at his face. Metal clanged as he
tossed whatever he’d brought from the playroom, and with his free hand he
slowly caressed the sides of her stomach and ribs, drawing chills from her
already overstimulated body.

“You have one more chance to be honest with me before I go
back to my study and resume my work.”

She’d been ready to fight him, to endure whatever he thought
of as punishment, but the idea of him leaving her sent a bolt of pure panic
through her system. “I’m not pretty…down there…okay?”

She pushed away from him or at least tried to. He wrapped
her in a hug, pulling her to his chest and stroking her back. “Who told you
your pussy wasn’t pretty?” There was an angry rumble to his voice that made her
smile against his chest hair.

“God, I can’t believe I’m discussing this with you.” She
halfheartedly tried to put some space between them, but he tightened his grip.

“Don’t you know how beautiful you are?” He gripped her sore
bottom, his nails creating little pinpricks of pain. “When you walk into a
room, every man turns to look at you and wishes you were his. There isn’t one
part of you I don’t find amazing.”

She curled her fingers into the light hair on his chest and
nuzzled her cheek against him. It was so much easier to talk in the dark where
she didn’t have to see him. “Next to you I feel inadequate. I mean, you have
the body of an Olympic swimmer.”

He chuckled, and the vibrations moved through his hard
frame. “I’m actually a pretty crappy swimmer.”

Feigning a gasp of shock, she looked up at him. “That’s not
possible! You’re perfect at everything you do.”

He gave her a sad smile. “Not everything.”

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned up and gave
him a gentle kiss on his soft lips. “I think you’re perfect.”

Their gazes locked, and the air between them grew heavy with
expectation. He cupped her face and brought their mouths together, devouring
her lips. Oh yes, this was what she wanted. To not have to worry about how he
wanted to kiss her, to let him take the lead. He bit her lower lip hard enough
to sting, and she gasped. Taking advantage of her open mouth, his tongue slid
in and stroked hers in a seductive dance.

The muscles of his shoulders turned to rock, and he growled.
“You taste so good. Let me taste all of you, Kitten.”

Her body vibrated with need. The thought of his talented
tongue between her legs made her knees weak. “Okay.”

He swatted her behind, and she yelped. “Hey!”

“Is that how you answer me?”

Licking her lower lip she looked at him through the veil of
her lashes. “Please, Master, would you give your humble slave the pleasure of
your tongue.”

His gaze flared, and she took in a deep breath. “Stay
standing.”

Confused, she watched him pick up the bar with two
strappy-looking things hanging off it.

“What is that?” He glanced at her with raised eyebrows, and
she flushed. “I mean, what is that, Master.”

“Say it again.”

“What—”

“No, call me Master.”

The word took on new weight and meaning in her mind. She
forced herself to meet his eyes. “Master.”

“Who do you belong to, Kitten?”

The logical part of her mind yelled she didn’t belong to
anyone, especially to a man who would dump her in two weeks’ time. But the
hedonistic side of her nature shut the door on logic and opened her soul to the
enigmatic man watching her so closely.

“You, Master.”

Without another word, he knelt before her and began to strap
one of the restraints around her upper thigh. When it was cinched tight, he
moved to her other leg and tapped it. “Widen your stance.”

Using his shoulder to balance herself, she did as he asked.
The cool air brushed over the wetness of her cleft, and she tried to close her
legs, but he bit her inner thigh hard enough to sting. “Keep your legs open, or
I’ll tie you up, stick vibrators all over you, and make you orgasm until you
can’t take it anymore.”

She gasped as heat flared in the pit of her stomach.

He chuckled and secured the other strap on her upper thigh,
right below her bottom. “Well, I see that idea intrigues you.”

She tried to move her legs, but the short bar that spanned
the distance between the backs of her legs kept them open. “What is this
thing?”

“It’s a spreader bar. There are all different kinds, but
this one keeps you open to me without hindering my access.” He swirled one
finger through her wet folds, and she groaned, glad she had his shoulder to
brace herself on. “Now, we know you enjoy vibrators, but what about anal toys?”

The tip of his finger brushed over her clitoris, and she
keened softly. “I’ve never done that kind of stuff, Master.” The more she said
it, the easier it became. Master. Her Master.

“No one has ever taken you anally?”

She shook her head and tried to tilt her hips to make him
stroke across her throbbing button again. “No, Master.” Her mind piped up that
good girls didn’t let men play back there, but the emerging submissive side
clapped with glee at the thought of her Master touching that forbidden area.