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

behaved.
    Unfortunately—and fortunately—he didn’t think that was going to happen very often. No matter who she ended up with, Kira would always be a handful. It would take a great deal to make her bend to anyone’s will. But he had a feeling that once she accepted a Master, that lucky man would be her one and only. Until he got her to acknowledge his Mastery—and mean it—he’d have a hell of a fight for dominance on his hands. Especially since she had an Irish temper to match her flaming-red hair.
    He’d always loved a challenge.
    Kissing his way over her hip, he took his time to brush his lips against each freckle. They were actually rather cute. Gave her an innocent air he wanted to corrupt and defile in the most delicious ways. Speaking of delicious, her cunt smelled divine. Musky like a woman but with a hint of almost sweet to it.
    Threading his fingers through the hips of her panties, he slowly drew the green silk down her legs. When she lifted her foot to step out, he lightly smacked her hip and earned an indignant yelp. “Stay still. I want them around your ankles so you can only open your legs as much as your panties allow.”
    He leaned back so he could inspect her and sucked in a deep breath. She had one of the prettiest pussies he’d ever seen. A very thin strip of neatly trimmed strawberry curls exposed the rest of her shaved cunt to his sight. Small but with extremely puffy outer lips, her clit hid between her swollen labia, barely visible. His cock tried to punch a hole in his pants, and he made a vow he would not give up until those plump lips were being spread by his thrusting dick.
    Unable to resist, he leaned forward and sucked one outer lip into his mouth, nibbling on it while she gripped his shoulders and gasped. A hint of her liquid arousal met his tongue, and now it was his turn to groan. She tasted as sweet as she smelled.
    Eating her would be like eating candy.
    He pulled back and blew a warm breath on her mound. “I can see why the girls like you so much. Your pussy is as sweet as can be.”
    She gave a breathless laugh. “Vegetarian. We taste sweeter.”
    “Interesting. Kira, I want you to start playing with your nipples, as hard as I played with them. If I feel like you’re doing a half-arsed job of it, I’ll stop, and you will not like that one bit.”
    She licked her lower lip and looked down at him with passion-glazed, dark eyes. She was such an unusual combination, warm sherry-brown eyes, soft auburn hair, and those freckles. As long as she didn’t speak, she could carry off the virginal-young-woman look rather well.
    At the first stroke of her nipples, she thrust her hips at his mouth. Eager for a better taste, he delved between her labia, seeking out her clit. The hard little nub brushed his tongue, and she groaned. “Oh, Bryan, that feels so fucking good.”
    Well, looks like it wouldn’t be hard to get her to talk dirty. That would help in the long run. Communication was essential between a Master and submissive. Even though this was only temporary, he still wanted a connection with her.
    But right now he just wanted her to come.
    Pulling her sex open with his thumbs, he began to rhythmically lick her pussy from her perineum up to her clit. One of the things God had blessed him with was a long tongue, and he knew how to use it. He almost fingered her but stopped himself and caressed her inner thigh instead.
    Looking up, he caught her standing still, her hands cupping her breasts and her face slack with pleasure.
    Displeased, he gave her inner thigh a hard slap that made her moan. “Play with those pretty fucking tits, love, or the next slap is going to be on your clit.”
    Groaning deep in her throat, she began to rub her palms over her nipples before twisting them like he had. He used his thumbs to hold her open again and got to enjoy the sight of her pussy clenching down on an imaginary cock, seeking something to grip. Poor girl. It must really be frustrating to want