Lang, Chloe - Wilde Nights [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (10 page)

“Sub, strip.”

Her nerves popped inside her like kettle corn. “I–I’m…not…really…”

He cupped her chin with one hand and pinched her nipple with the other.

“Ouch.” Her nipples were sore for all the former training, and this tweak woke them up, causing them to throb.

“It wasn’t a question, sub. You just earned yourself several whacks to your pretty, little ass.”

“Yes, Sir.” She intentionally didn’t move to undress to see what Sir would do, though she was nervous to defy him too much.

He let her chin fall and pinched both her nipples until she yelped, bringing her part way out of her malaise. “I ordered you to strip. Do it!”

“Yes, Sir.” She undressed mechanically. Her mind was still juggling so many thoughts and memories. She wanted Sir to give her space and take charge.

Sir studied her.

Denver had been so wonderful to listen to her talk about her mom’s death and her father’s coldness. Though he’d not said much, he’d shown her such tenderness it was the perfect salve.

But when he was Sir, she felt his hot blood, boiling with a sharp possessiveness. That, too, was its own kind of healing. Not salve, more like necessary surgery.

Sir’s voice was like an idling engine in his chest. “You’re completely naked, and I can’t see even the tiniest shiver in you, sub. Not good.
Not good at all. I’ll fix that.” Soon, she knew he would put the pedal to the floor and take her on a delirious ride.

Sir walked around her, touching and pinching along the way. He stepped in front of her and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth past her lips, not asking for permission, but demanding entrance. There was nothing soft about this. Her lips ached and swelled. Though she wanted their kiss to go on and on, Sir released her.

She felt her eyes brim up with tears. He knew exactly how to make her feel better. She wasn’t lost to her suffering. His gaze locked on her and held her like the strongest restraint. The urge to look down pulled at her. But she didn’t want to. Not yet. She wanted to push him. Show him she could take more. Much more. She craved Sir’s punishments.

“You going to show me who is boss or not?” she asked.

Growing desire poured into Jessie from Denver. His craving for her surrender was thick in the room. She bit her lip. She needed him to unravel her.

“You need to control your mouth, sub.”

She mustered as much bravery as she had, and said, “Control, Sir. I bet you want to fuck me. Don’t you?” Tonight she wanted to be wild, and she wanted Sir to be the one to tame her.

“Best to hold your tongue.” His voice seemed to gush with anger and hunger, yet he didn’t move to touch her. She wondered how deep his desire was for her. Was it enough? Her parents had lost their love. It’d happened months before her mother’s death. She feared the same might happen to them, as well.

My dad is coming to Wilde.
That thought flattened her out. She wasn’t about to try to explain the pictures to her dad. Ever.

Whack!
Sir’s slap to her ass pushed out the offending thoughts.

“Get out of your head, sub.”

Jessie needed Sir’s touch. Why wasn’t he spanking her more? One slap wasn’t enough. She needed more. She’d pushed for punishment but wasn’t getting it. Why? Was she trying too hard? Or because she wanted it he was holding back.

“Sir, what are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever it takes, Jessie. Whatever you need, but stop trying to run the show with your smart mouth. It won’t work. The more you push for pain, the more I hold back. Got it?”

She gulped. “Yes, Sir.”

“First, I want you restrained.”

Her heart thudded like a hammer in her chest. “Please, Sir.”

He moved to her ear and growled, “First, you must earn the pleasure, love.”

“What do I have to do, Sir?”

“Obey. Make me proud. Then, I will reward you.”

“Sounds really nice, Sir.”

“Tonight, leave everything to me. I’m going to guide you to a place of pure bliss where old failures and disappointment fade away. All that will be left inside you will be hot shivers.”

She liked the sound of that. He guided her to his bedroom. He tied her on her stomach to the four corner posts on his bed.

She turned her head to the side on the pillow and looked at the very sexy Sir. He was shedding his clothes. “You’ve done this before?”

“Chatty little, sub, aren’t you? Yes. I have done this before. By the way, you will be punished for your sassiness and disobedience.”

That thrilled her. She wanted to feel the sting on her ass. “Then get it over with, Denver.”

“Keep talking like that, and I will put a ball gag on you. Call me ‘Sir’ and nothing else, sub, until I say this session is over.” His tone was more dangerous and threatening. She’d pushed him too hard.

She mustered her most submissive tone. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He blew out a lungful of air. “Believe me, I want to drill my dick into your hot pussy right now. This is not about me. It’s about you. Besides, I know you’re not ready for my cock yet.”

She gulped. Heat rushed deep into her insides. “I think I am, Sir.”

“Quiet.” Sir’s commanding tone was so controlled it scared her. “I know you want punishment. Hell, you need it tonight. You’re not to analyze, study, plan, contrive—anything. You’re only to trust and to feel. I know what you need. You don’t. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jessie licked her lips, wantonness causing droplets of moisture to pop up on her skin. She opened her mouth to say something then closed it tight. She needed to back down as he’d ordered.

“Now you’re getting it. Do what I say and you win. Don’t and you lose.”

How could he see so deeply into her? However he did, it had her pussy aching.

Sir patted her ass. “We’re both going to enjoy this, sub.”

Her insides fractured with desire.

Did he enjoy unhinging her, getting underneath her old layers?

“Now that I have you properly restrained, I want to touch
my
pretty cunt.” She felt him reach between her legs and thread his fingers in her pussy’s creases, causing everything to go soft and hot inside her. “Good. You’re wet, but I want you soaked and drowning.”

“Please, Sir.” Jessie trembled at his promise.

Sir brushed her clit, and sparks fired up and down her body. “Lots to learn, sub. Lots to learn.”

She wanted to learn enough to free herself from The Masters’ Chambers VIP rooms. She wanted to prove to the Wilde brothers she could do it, but especially to Sir. Even Austin. Desire flooded her body, taking her to the limits of her control. When Sir captured her clit between his fingers and squeezed, her pussy quaked and electricity fired through her body.

Sir continued fingering her sodden folds, spreading her out, driving his digits into her pussy. His sensual push and pull drove her higher. Dizziness and mania spun her around, and her pussy was contracting from Sir’s finger torture. She bit down on the pillow.

“Jessie, as before, you cannot orgasm until I give you permission. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” But she was already getting close, so close.

“Good girl. Now, listen to me. I will touch you anywhere and any way I want to.”

“B–But…”

He removed his thumb from her clit and stopped licking her neck. Immediately, her ache for his touch grew.

“What just happened, sub?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“You do. Tell me, now.”

“I didn’t follow your instructions, Sir.”

“Right. And?”

“You stopped touching me.” Sir was taking her on a journey, and she wanted to see it to the very end.

“See, you did know.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jessie’s body vibrated. She could still feel bits of her anxiety about her dad coming to Wilde, but bit by bit Sir was replacing those thoughts with growing desire inside her.

Slap!
Sir hit her ass with his open hand. His first smack to her left ass cheek sent a buzzing sting just under the skin. The second slap to her ass warmed up her bottom. Thankfully, the third shattered her thoughts about her dad, leaving her in a wonderful subspace in her head.

She chewed on her lip, weakly attempting to hold on to her defiance. Wasn’t happening. She’d been introduced to a whole new way of being, and she loved it. Had it been inside her all along? Probably.

“Good girl.” He untied her from the posts but left the ropes on her wrists and ankles. “Sweet sub, the only reason I’m untying you right now is because I want to taste your lush mouth. But don’t think you’ll get to stay that way for long.”

He rolled her onto her back. His mouth feathered her lips, and his kiss brought her to the edge of release.

She couldn’t orgasm now. He’d told her to wait. But it was hard to hold back. She wanted to put her arms around his neck, but he held both hands to the bed. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist. She wanted him inside her pussy so bad she thought she might lose it. Sir adored her. She knew it, and that pleased her very much.

“Let’s get your punishment over with. Sound like a good idea to you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Again, he rolled her over and tied her spread-eagle, face down to the bed.

Sir spanked her ass with a masterful hand that conveyed fiery bites. Tears flooded down on the pillow from the sensations he was bringing out in her.

Jessie delighted in the chance for Sir to take her body, but she feared he wouldn’t stop there. No, he would try to seize everything inside her. The argument about her keeping her job leapt from the fog. An image of her boss frowning floated to the surface. It didn’t make sense to her that he hadn’t fired her. The guy was no push-ov—

Whack!
The image disappeared as the heat spread through her backside.

He tapped her lightly on her ass with his open hand. “Stop drifting, sub. Stay with me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He delivered several more slaps until her entire bottom burned and stung. “You’ve got so much to learn.”

“Yes, Sir. I do. But I have a good teacher.” Jessie’s body throbbed and vibrated. Sir’s dominance turned her internal furnace to high heat.

“Yes, you do. You can handle much more than you know. Next time we go to the club, I’m putting you on display. Do you understand what that means?”

Giddiness took hold of her. He was pleased with her. “Y–Yes, Sir. I do.”

“That overworked mind of yours needs peace and quiet.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Let’s use Dallas’s colors to see where you are. What state are you in, sub?”

“Green, Sir.”

Sir grazed her back lightly with his hand. “That’s excellent, love.” His tone was filled with caring.

Crazy as it was, she could no longer deny that she was in love with four men. Jackson made her feel beautiful. Phoenix told her over and over how smart she was. Dallas made her feel proud. And Sir? He made her feel protected.