Wilde (Bad Boys of Wildeside) Page 6

  “Five. Four. Three.”

  I spread my legs. Although I loved being tied up, he hadn’t gagged me before. Somehow I figured this morning wasn’t the time to try it. Not with a hangover and breath rank enough to topple a rhinoceros.

  “Good girl. Have you heard that the best cure for a headache is an orgasm?”

  No, I had not, but I wasn’t about to argue that point.

  He grasped my legs, pulling me down the bed until my hips reached the end and my legs dangled over the edge. Kneeling, he pulled my legs over his shoulders.

  “I don’t know why you’re worried about your breath, you snored next to me all night.”

  Oh God, how embarrassing.

  All thoughts of embarrassment fled in the next second as he spread the lips of my pussy and took a deep lick. Expertly, he played with me, teased me. Circling his tongue around my entrance, then dipping his tongue inside, only to pull it out and flick my clit. He pushed two fingers deep inside me. The thick digits filled me, and I let out a deep, shuddering breath. God, that felt so good. My core pulsed. I wanted more. Needed it. I grasped for something to hold, to anchor me. My headache dissipated, the rush of desire flooding my system.

  He drove me higher and higher, using his tongue to tease my clit as he thrust his fingers in and out of my slick passage. My breath came in harsh pants. I needed so desperately to come.

  Then he pulled back, leaving me bereft, floating on a sea of deep need. With a moan, I lifted my head, glaring down at him. Standing, he gave me a stern look. I immediately erased my scowl.

  “Hands and knees.”

  I rolled over, pulling myself up on my hands and knees. I turned to look over my shoulder as he disappeared into the walk-in closet. When he appeared again, he held a bottle of lube in one hand and an anal plug in the other.

  I turned my head back, letting it drop as anticipation filled me. We had been experimenting with plugs, and although I’d had some reservations in the beginning—I mean, come on, he was sticking things in my ass, who wouldn’t be slightly concerned about that? I now enjoyed being plugged. It added a whole other level to my pleasure.

  “Relax,” he commanded gruffly. There was a squirting noise as he squeezed out some lube. He circled my asshole with his finger, then dipped the wet digit inside me, pushing deep. I took a breath in and let it out slowly, working on relaxing my whole body. Not easy considering how turned on I was.

  A second finger joined the first. Oh God, so full. It was delicious. Wicked. And I wanted more. He moved his fingers slowly in and out. My clit throbbed, desperately wanting his touch. It wouldn’t take much to send me soaring. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and wanting more.

  “Deep breath in.” He pressed the plug against my hole. “Now out.”

  He slowly but firmly pushed the plug inside me. It burned. It hurt. But it was a good kind of pain. And by the time the plug was fully seated, I was panting, my whole body on fire.

  “Please, Wilde. Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Make me come. I need to come.” I knew he loved it when I begged.

  “Scoot forward.” There was a harsh note to his voice. I turned to look at him as he quickly stripped. I bit my lip as he revealed firm muscle covered in tanned, silken skin, wide shoulders and thick arms. A tattoo weaved its way down his chest, leading to rippling abs. He was hot, gorgeous, and totally out of my league.

  Not that I was complaining.

  His large, firm cock stood at attention, and I licked my lips in anticipation. Suddenly, he smacked his hand down on my ass.

  “Ow!” I jolted, reaching back to rub my abused cheek.

  “Pay attention. Move forward. And don’t you dare lose that plug.”

  Whoops. I had ignored his order. I scooted forward.

  “Spread your legs wide.”

  He knelt behind me, grasping hold of my hips. My heart raced. I loved how he took charge in the bedroom. How I was completely under his command.

  Wilde moved slowly inside me. He might be rough around the edges, a hard man, but he would never physically harm me. Emotionally, was a different story.

  “Faster, Wilde.”

  “Who’s in charge?” He stilled. Damn him.

  “You are. Sorry. You are.” I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth.

  “Damn straight.” He drove forward, pushing deep.

  I dropped my head, my whole body trembling. Reaching around, Wilde tapped my clit as he drew out then pushed back inside me. Gradually, he increased his speed. Each time he thrust inside me, he jolted the plug in my ass, adding to my pleasure. Nerve endings sang and I struggled to keep myself in control.

  I waited for permission. I was so close to the edge; I was afraid I was going to come anyway.

  “Come, baby. Come,” he commanded.

  I didn’t need any more prompting. I screamed as I flew into bliss. The room spun as I trembled with the force of my release. A roar filled my ears as Wilde followed me over.

  Together we crumpled to the bed.

  Wilde

  I entered the bedroom to find her still sprawled on the bed. I walked over to her, washcloth in my hand.

  “Spread your legs.”

  My heart sped as she instantly obeyed me. I had never felt this way for another woman. Never cared for another woman the way I cared for Cassie. After I was done, I always walked away. I didn’t sleep with them. Live with them. Take care of them. But not with Cassie.

  Never with Cassie.

  I gently wiped her pussy then threw the cloth away. I didn’t care for people; I didn’t let them close. But somehow she was working her way in, growing more important each moment.

  “Take a shower. Get dressed. No underwear. I’ll make breakfast.”

  If possible, she grew even paler. I decided to make her eggs extra runny. I’m a bastard. Plus, it might help deter her from drinking that much again in one go. “I’m not hungry.”

  “You need to eat. It’ll help that hangover.”

  A sweet smile appeared. “That orgasm helped.”

  “I hope you enjoyed it. It’s the only one you’ll get today.”

  She pouted, and I couldn’t resist reaching out to tap her lip.

  “You’ve been naughty, remember? You get that one orgasm, and that’s it. You need to work off the price of those two bottles.”

  “You don’t care how much the wine cost.”

  No, I didn’t give a fuck about the cost. I did care that she’d drunk herself into a near coma without me around to watch over her.

  “You will keep hold of that plug until I remove it. After your friend leaves, you’ll spend the rest of the day naked and at my command.”

  “When aren’t I?”

  I stood and moved into the closet where I kept my bag of toys. I looked around; gradually her things were infiltrating my space. It should have irritated me, made me panic. Instead, it felt right.

  Grabbing the toy I wanted, I returned to where Cassie now sat at the edge of the bed.

  “Lie back.”

  “What’s that?” she asked as she dropped back.

  “A vibrating egg. This goes deep inside you. I have the remote.” I spread the lips of her pussy. They were still plump and slick from her arousal. I circled her entrance with my finger then reached up to tap the swollen bundle of nerves.

  “Wilde, oh God, it’s too much.”

  Grabbing the egg, I slipped it inside her. It was going to be hard for her to hold this considering how slick she was.

  “Are you kidding? What about Darcy?”

  “If you don’t want her to wonder what’s going on, you’ll have to act normal. Or get rid of her quickly.”

  The latter was preferable.

  “You’re killing me.”

  I grinned. “With pleasure.”

  Chapter Seven

  Cassie

  I couldn’t believe Wilde was doing this to me. I sat on the kitchen stool, using the excuse that I had a headache not to move. I w
as too worried the egg or plug would slip out and drop to the floor. How humiliating would that be with Darcy looking on?

  My friend was looking entirely too perky and happy as she sat next to me. How was it possible for her to look so good considering how much she’d drunk last night?

  Suddenly the egg buzzed on, and I jolted.

  “You okay, Cassie?” Darcy asked, clearly concerned. Shit. Could she hear the buzzing?

  Wilde, the bastard, had his back turned to me as he cooked breakfast.

  “Fine. How can you feel so good this morning?” I desperately tried to steer the attention to her.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never drunk that much before. Guess I don’t get hangovers.”

  Wilde turned and carried over a plate piled high with toast. “Next time you both decide to drink, you tell me first.”

  We nodded; now was not the time to argue.

  “Good. Eat.”

  I stared down at the runny eggs on my plate and nearly vomited then and there. My stomach had decided it’d had enough.

  Darcy dug into the food like a woman starving. The bitch.

  “What’s wrong, Cassie? Don’t you like my eggs?” Wilde smiled at me.

  I stared at him suspiciously. It wasn’t like him to smile so much. Anyone would think he was enjoying my pain. I slowly sipped my coffee and attempted to make small talk as the egg buzzed on and off. My nipples had hardened to tight nubs. I’m glad I’d worn a loose summer dress. Damn it, had Darcy slowed down? It felt like this breakfast had been going on for hours.

  Time continued to tick on, second by long second. I licked my dry lips, certain I couldn’t hold on much longer. Just as I reached the end of my endurance, Darcy pushed her empty plate away.

  “More?” asked Wilde. I glared at him and he gave me an innocent look.

  Bastard.

  Darcy shook her head. “No, thanks, I’m full.” She stood and I let out a deep breath.

  “You okay, Cassie?” she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder. Just then the egg buzzed back on and I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure swamped me. “You still feeling sick?”

  “Yes, Cassie, are you still feeling ill?” Wilde asked.

  The man was a sadist. He had to be. I attempted a weak smile at Darcy. “I am feeling a bit off. Sorry if I’ve been acting oddly.”

  I was so hot and horny I could barely breathe properly, let alone hold a normal conversation.

  “No problem. You stay here. I’ll see myself out. Thanks for breakfast,” Darcy told Wilde before leaving.

  Thank God.

  I felt rude not walking her out. But the total humiliation should the plug, or egg slip out kept me in my seat.

  Once she had left, I laid my arms on the table and leaned my head down. The egg buzzed on again, and I moaned. “I can’t believe you did that to me.”

  “The day has only just begun. Strip.”

  Just as I’d suspected all along, he really was a complete asshole.

  Wilde

  I sat at my desk, but couldn’t concentrate on my work. How could I when there was a delicious tableau laid out before me? Cassie lay on her back on my desk, completely naked. Her legs and arms were in the air, tied together with rope. Her ass and pussy faced me, and I could see her glistening folds.

  Although I had removed the egg and anal plug soon after breakfast, I had kept her on edge all day, teasing, torturing, playing.

  Did I feel guilty? Not at all.

  Did I want her? Hell yes.

  I reached out and swirled my finger through the juices coating her lower lips. She shivered and moaned.

  My cock strained against my pants.

  “You have the most beautiful pussy.”

  “Please, Wilde. Please.”

  “Are your arms hurting? Is the rope chaffing you?” I asked immediately.

  “No,” she cried out. “But if I don’t come soon I’m going to explode. Death by denial. Do you really want that on your conscience?”

  I ran my hand down her thigh and then smacked her ass. “I could let you come.”

  “Yes. Please.”

  I could tell she was struggling to remain polite. I could only guess at what nasty names she was silently calling me.

  “But I’ll have to come up with some other suitable punishment to compensate for letting you come.”

  I moved around the desk so I could see her face. Her gaze latched onto mine.

  “Anything.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Careful, baby. I might just take you up on that. Somehow I don’t think you’d appreciate some of the punishments I could come up with. Perhaps I’ll go upstairs and get a paddle or a riding crop.” I reached out and squeezed her stiff nipple. She whimpered. Leaning over her, I lapped at the abused bud. “I think these definitely need tending to, don’t they?”

  Quickly, I undid the rope around her wrists and ankles. I checked the skin to make sure it hadn’t been damaged. Perfect.

  “Wait here. In five minutes, you may come up to the bedroom.”

  She nodded, and I kissed her, unable to resist those plump, red lips. Turning, I strode from the room. Ridiculously, I had to stop myself from rushing.

  Upstairs, I pulled out my large bag. Reaching in, I grabbed a light flogger, lube, and a riding crop. I moved the to the armchair, placing the implements on the small table beside it. When Cassie walked in, eyes wide with trepidation, my heart raced. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating.

  “Come here. Kneel on the chair, facing the back. You may hold onto the back of the chair to steady yourself.”

  She moved slowly, her eyes on me, then positioned herself on the chair.

  “Stick that ass out.” I ran my gaze over her. She was so beautiful. I ran my hand over one full globe then smacked it sharply.

  I moved to her other buttock and gave it a sharp tap. Back and forth until her ass glowed with a pink shine.

  Just what I wanted.

  I picked up the lube and anal plug, covering the plug generously. “Breath out.” She’d already had the plug today, so I didn’t stretch her with my fingers first. I watched with satisfaction as the plug entered her. Once it was firmly seated inside, I picked up the flogger.

  I lightly flicked the strands over her ass and down her thighs then along the top of her back. Gradually, she grew more and more relaxed.

  “It’s almost like a massage,” she said drowsily.

  That was perfect. I wanted her relaxed. Placing the flogger down, I picked up the riding crop.

  “Cassie, listen to me.”

  “Yes?”

  “I don’t want you drinking without me around again, understood?”

  Turning her head, she stared at me. “Why?”

  “Because when you drink your inhibitions are lowered, your reactions are slow, and you could do something to put yourself at risk because you’re not thinking clearly.”

  “I wouldn’t have burned the house down, Wilde. I promise.”

  “I know, baby. But I want you to promise me this. It’s important to me.”

  “Okay. I promise.”

  “Good girl.” I saw the way those words warmed her. “Now hold on, this will sting.” I smacked the riding crop over her ass. Not too heavily, this was her first time. But she still yelped and jumped.

  “Ow, Wilde.”

  “Two more.”

  “Shit.”

  I gave her two more quick flicks of the crop. She gasped then groaned. Reaching between her legs, I cupped her mound. Cream coated the palm of my hand.

  My baby liked pain more than she was willing to admit.

  “Move to the bed. Hands and knees.” I didn’t want her to lie on her sore ass. “Don’t lose that plug.”

  I stripped then grabbed the bottle of lube. She turned her head to watch me, her eyes dreamy, as I coated my hard dick.

  “I’m taking your ass tonight.”

  “I know.”

  “No objections?” I asked as I moved closer. I gra
bbed two pillows and placed them under her stomach. “Place your head on the bed. Get comfortable.”

  “I want you to take me. Take all of me. But I get to come, right?”

  “Hm, let me think about that.”

  “Wilde,” she cried. “This is cruel and unusual punishment. I’m sure there are laws against this sort of thing.”

  I snorted. “You wish. But I’m feeling generous. So yes, you get to come.”

  She gave me a worried look. “That was easy. Who are you and what have you done with Wilde?”

  “Ian. Call me Ian tonight.” Normally, I hated to be called Ian. The only people who had ever called me by my first name were my family. Immediately, I pushed those memories from my mind. They didn’t belong here, in my bed.

  “Okay, Ian.” She smiled at me, before lying over the pillows.

  I pulled the plug, reseating it inside her as I reached down with one hand and tapped her clit. I pinched it lightly, and she groaned. I ran my fingers over her slick folds. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have her.

  I removed the plug. Grasping hold of my dick, I gave it a tight squeeze, hoping it would help me gain some control. I had never felt this way with another woman—so out of control. I guided my cock to her asshole. “Deep breath in. Now out.” I pushed my way inside her. She was tight. Snug. Hot. So damn good I nearly came then and there.

  “Ian, oh God. So tight,” she cried out.

  I tapped her clit more firmly.

  “I want to come.”

  “Then come, baby. Come.” I pushed two fingers into her pussy as I settled myself in her ass.

  Cassie sobbed as she came. Her ass pulsated around my cock. I had to grit my teeth against the extreme pleasure. God, I hadn’t realized how fucking good this would feel.

  “Move, Ian. Oh, please, move.”

  I didn’t want to tell her that I was attempting to bring myself under control, to stop myself from coming too quickly. I pulled out. Back in. Out. In. I grew mindless with pleasure.

  And I didn’t last nearly as long as I’d hoped.

  As I reached that plateau, dark spots danced across my vision.

  She completely rocked my world.

  Chapter Eight