My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) by Ann Mayburn Page A

flush of red to her cheeks, the way her mouth softened, then drew tight. But most of all he treasured the dreamy quality that began to enter her gaze.
    When he had her fully under, deep in subspace, she would barely be aware of the world around her, including the pain of sex that might be mostly psychological. He mentally flipped through all the devices, the painful pleasures he could offer her in this room. Even if he spent every waking moment of the rest of his life down here with her, he would never get enough of her submission.
    He’d promised his good girl an orgasm, but he’d bet his family estate back in England that she’d never come like he was going to make her come.
    “Open my pants and take my cock out.”
    She smiled at him like someone had given her a pony for her birthday. Her joy affected him on an emotional level. Could he be falling for this woman whom he hardly knew? The very idea was so unlike him, so outside of the realm of how he lived his life that he dismissed it right away.
    He controlled everything, including his heart.
    “Yes, my lord. With pleasure.”
    That bit of sass only made it all that much sweeter when she reached inside his pants with an almost greedy expression. He’d bet right now the pain in her bum, the discomfort from her nipples, everything had faded beneath her need for him. The thought of being able to take her beyond herself was a heady thing, a power he craved. When she was with him, she would have nothing to fear because he would make every bit of misery into joy through the strength of his will.
    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