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

come, he was too close to the edge, but he’d be damned if she didn’t go over first. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, keeping his other buried in that amazing hair of hers, he found the slim remote to the anal plug and turned it on.
    Immediately she yelped and tried to pull back, but he kept his hand fisted in her hair and pulled her closer until the ring on his dick pressed against the back of her throat. “Feel that? The lovely little plug stretching your bottom can do a variety of things. Including giving you a mild electrical shock.”
    Her hands fluttered toward his hips, but he smacked them back down. “If I see you remove your hands from your tits before you come, I will shackle you to the wall and jerk off in front of you, leaving you with nothing but need and no relief.”
    Shaking her head, she took in a deep breath through her nostrils and resumed her torment. With a smile, he turned on the vibrator inside the anal plug. Her low, deep groan was music to his ears. Because of her position on the kneeler, the vibrations would easily travel down to her aroused clit, resounding through the plump, delicious lips of her labia. Fuck, he wanted to sixty-nine with her, to spread her pussy over his mouth and drink her down.
    As he rocked his hips, he gave himself over to the sensations of her eager sucking, her little whimpers and moans as he played with the vibrations going through her bottom. Easing his grip on her hair, he let her set a rhythm while he told her how beautiful she was, how precious to him. And by God, she was precious to him. Never had he been with a woman who took such joy from pleasing him. Oh, he’d been with submissives who were so well trained that it was a pleasure to be with them, but with Kira, he wasn’t just another Dom to help her get into subspace. His feelings, his pleasure was important to her, and despite the discomfort he put her through, she was only too eager to bring him to completion.
    The edge of her teeth gently scored him, and he swore. The way her sucking became disjointed, yet more intense along with her now thrusting hips, let him know she was close to her own orgasm.
    “Give over, love. Come for me, and I’ll pour myself into your mouth. And you will drink down every fucking drop like a good girl should.”
    Her mouth went slack around him, and she trembled, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the edge of the bench. He briefly considered pulling out just in case she bit him while she came, but there was no way he could resist the lure of her mouth. Hopefully she’d continue to be outspoken and sassy in the future so he could shove his cock down her throat on a regular basis.
    Her moans increased, and he reached down, rolling the hard tip of her nipple between his fingers before using his nails and pinching down. That seemed to be the edge she needed because her muffled wail filled the room even as she sucked frantically at him.
    Oh fucking bloody hell.
    With a roar of his own, he shuttled his cock in and out of her mouth, reveling in the scent of her pussy, the grip of her hands on his hips, her pants and whimpers. The burn exploded from the base of his spine, traveling up through his balls before shooting out of the head of his cock, pouring cum into the hot, wet cave of her mouth. She stilled and swallowed, taking every drop like she’d been told.
    After the last spurt had been sucked, he reluctantly pulled away from her. She stared up at him, dazed and with a very satisfied smile curving her lips. “Good job, Kira. You’ve pleased me very much.”
    She licked her lips. “Thank you, my lord.”
    Tucking himself back into his pants, he nodded to her. “You can stand up now, and we’ll get that anal plug out of you.”
    He immediately noticed how slowly she moved, how her face tensed in anticipation of pain. “Love, I promise I’ll be so gentle you won’t feel anything but pleasure. It won’t hurt as much coming out as going in.”
    She gave him a