My Wicked Devil (Club Wicked) by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online

of a belly, even while sucking it in. Not to mention her big ass. If she was back in Hollywood, they would have been appalled at how out of shape she’d gotten.
    The tabloids would have had blown-up pictures of the cellulite on her thighs all over their Web sites, along with the caption of Guess Who Got Fat!
    Actually, she wasn’t that out of shape. She exercised and ate relatively well, and her body had decided to become curvy, just like her mother and grandmother.
    She hoped he liked curvy.
    He didn’t say anything or even move. He was like a shadow at the edge of her vision.
    With trembling fingers, she took off her bra, sliding it down her arms and revealing her breasts. The nipples were tight and long, and she worried if he liked big nipples. Feeling unsure, confused, and no longer aroused, she crossed her arms over her breasts. Taking off her panties was too much, too exposing. She couldn’t do it.
    Moving like a ghost, he came closer. The front of his suit coat and shirt filled her vision, and his body heat licked against her. “Do you want me to take them off?”
    She nodded and shivered when his hands skimmed down her arms.
    “You have beautiful breasts. If you agree to be my submissive for the duration of your training, I will enjoy punishing them.”
    “Punishing?”
    “Put your arms behind your head. And before you sass off, save us both time and do as I say. If you can’t follow a simple command, you need to get dressed, walk out that door, and never come back.”
    She stared up at him, not believing his nerve. When he merely gazed back at her with bored indifference, she grudgingly did as he asked. He stopped her and rearranged how she had her hands so she was lifting her hair off her neck in a graceful arch. Making a pleased sound, he brushed her cheek with his knuckles, causing her to want to turn toward his touch.
    “You have a lovely neck, long and elegant. It is one of your best assets.” His tone became lower, deeper. Heat teased her body. Being near him was like admiring a fine work of art and having the art admire you back. “And now, since you were such a good girl, I will show you what I mean by punishing your breasts.”
    Before she could prepare herself, he slapped her breast. Not hard, but it was still a slap, and that was kind of insulting. She’d taken and given plenty of punches and kicks during her time as a stuntwoman and action star. That was different. Slapping was like…punishment pain. An almost scolding gesture that conveyed his power over her. No one had ever done that to her. She glared up at him.
    He wasn’t even looking at her face, instead fully focusing on her breast. Then he slapped the other one, and a stinging warmth suffused her flesh. Grabbing both of her nipples, he pinched and pulled hard enough to bring her up on her toes. Electric arousal burned through her, merging with her pleasure but not mixing. Instead she was slammed between pain and pleasure like a Ping-Pong ball.
    It became a game in her head, a dare to see how much she could take. In a way this feeling of enduring was like the survival sports she’d used to love. Rock climbing and being almost to the top, her muscles burning and shaking but pushing herself a little bit harder to get the reward. In this case the reward was finally being able to love someone with all her body and heart.
    He held her there, straining on her tippy toes. “If at any time you have pain from your body that is bad, the kind that could lead to reinjuring your pelvis or is an indication of something wrong, you will tell me right away. Am I clear?”
    Sensations spiked from her breasts to her clit and back again. Gentling the pressure on her nipples, he tugged and rolled them between his fingers. A different kind of energy flowed from him now, not as sharp but more confining.
    “There now. That’s a good girl.”
    He stopped touching her altogether, and she watched him wet his fingers before grasping her nipples again and