Lang, Chloe - Wilde Surrender [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (4 page)

She gasped, looking into his dark, predatory eyes. “That you’re twenty-four-seven in the life. That you play hard and rough.”

“I don’t play. This isn’t some game for me, pet.” Regretfully, he didn’t remove his jeans. Instead, he put on a black vest and some military-looking boots. “Tell me more.”

Unable to hold back anything from him, she recalled what Jackson had said to the bartender that first night she’d arrived in Wilde. “I heard you had a girlfriend who left you for the roller derby.” A tinge of jealousy had her clenching her jaw.

His lips curved up into a smile. “Sally Jo?” Austin clicked on the stereo, and drum-laden heavy-bass music filled her ears.

Her heartbeats began to match the rhythm of the pulsing beat. “I don’t remember her name. Jackson thought you were pretty upset about her leaving.” Jessie wondered if the missing woman was the reason he’d been so resistant to joining his brothers in a plural marriage. The thought made her bottom out. She needed to know. “Did she break your heart, Master?”

Fully dressed in his BDSM uniform, he walked next to her. His all-consuming gaze made her shiver. Sitting on the stool at his feet made her feel so very small and feminine.

Time ticked by for a bit before he finally spoke. “I’m the one asking the questions, not you. Remember?”

“Sorry, Master.” She bit her lip. Was he going to have sex with her, or was he just going to punish her? She had no way of knowing. Unlike his apparent ability to see into her thoughts, his were closed off to her. Sex or not, she’d turned herself over to him to do with as he wished. Whatever happened in the next seven days, she wouldn't be making any of the decisions. Austin would. Something about that made her feel relieved and at peace. It also made her nervous and more than a little excited.

“That’s so like my lil’ bro…always running off at the mouth.” Austin cupped her chin, and liquid trickled from her pussy. She was very aware of her nakedness. “Stand up, pet.”

As Jessie obeyed, his hand remained on her chin.

“Good.” He lifted her up in his arms then placed her on the table facedown with her face in the rest. His fingers glided over her skin, causing expectant shivers to run up and down her spine. “Time to get this party started, pet.”

Austin restrained her wrists and ankles with the cuffs. Then she heard a clicking sound and felt the table rise up in the middle, causing her body to form an upside-down
V
.

“God, you do have a pretty ass.” He rubbed her bottom, igniting sparks in her entire body. “You’ve been very bad, pet. Not bratty, but disobedient. You understand why I must punish you?”

She wanted to feel the sting of his discipline. “Yes, Master.”

Even though she’d manipulated her way into his dungeon, Jessie hoped he might like delivering whacks to her. If he did, he might become more interested in her. She prayed he would. If she had a chance with forever with him and his brothers, she had to make this work. She vowed to be the best sub he’d ever known. He deserved nothing less. The thought made her pussy throb.

She felt the paddle hit her ass, causing her arms and legs to jerk against the table’s restraints as pain spread through her skin. The whacks came one right after another.

Two. Three.

She stared down at the floor below, feeling the tears escape her eyes.

Four. Five.

Her backside was on fire. Another whack.

She tensed bracing for—

And another slap came down on her ass. Unable to keep counting, she closed her eyes tight, as little yelps escaped her lips.

Then the paddling stopped. She opened her eyes and saw Austin’s black boots below. She felt his hand glide through her hair. “Your ass is nice and pink for me. Was that enough for you, kitten?”

Was he testing her? She had to prove to him in the next seven days that she could be the sub he desired. “No, Master. I deserve more.”

He murmured. “Yes, you do. Here’s a tip for you, pet. Relax and breathe.” His boots disappeared from her view.

“Thank you. I will, Master.” She tried to steady her shaky breathing.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

This wasn’t the large paddle any longer. The little stings it delivered to her flesh let her know it was the crop. Each time, Master hit her in a different spot.

Unable to hold back her tears, she sobbed into the face rest. Her mind was wonderfully fuzzy, and her body was on fire.

“Now, let’s try my open hand on that gorgeous ass of yours.”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Though the spanking still hurt immensely, his hand on her ass seemed so intimate, so perfect, creating warm feelings inside her.

“You’ve learned your lesson, pet?” His tone was deep but softer than she’d ever heard before.

Through sobs, she answered, “Y–Yes, Master.”

She felt his hands massage her burning flesh, delivering just a tiny bit of pain with a nice touch. “Good.”

Cravings rolled through her for him to be inside her pussy. The more she thought about how he would feel inside her, the more her clit throbbed and burned. Would he fuck her?

He applied something cooling and slick to her ass. “This is aftercare. Are you familiar with that term?”

“Uh-huh,” she uttered, unable to form real words at the moment.

Master unfastened the cuffs and guided her onto her back. She forgot about the pulsing heat from her ass when his fingers slipped through her pussy’s swollen folds. “You’ve got the cutest clipped cunt I’ve ever seen. Still, think a fresh shave is in order.” He placed her wrists and ankles back into the table’s restraints.

He stepped over to the sink and filled a bowl with warm water. She anxiously watched him collect a can of shaving cream, a towel, some cloths, and a straight-edged razor. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“Let’s make sure there’s not a stray hair anywhere on your hot flesh.” He dipped one of the cloths in the steaming water. Then he wiped down her body from the neck down, taking extra care on her pussy. Next, he applied the shaving cream to her underarms. She had no hair there, but he obviously meant to make sure for himself. His gaze became intense, like a surgeon’s, as he scraped the razor against the sensitive skin under her arms. Being a bit ticklish, she jerked.

“Be still, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” She willed herself motionless.

Methodically he continued his work. When he’d finished with her underarms, wiping it clean with a fresh cloth, he nodded. Then Master bent down and licked her there. Everything went tingly inside her and her pussy ached.

Next he applied cream to her chest.
Oh God!
Her nipples burned, and her clit throbbed. He guided the razor over her chest with an amazing skill. Just hard enough to awaken every cell, but easy enough not to mar her skin permanently. As he circled her nipple with the blade, Jessie stopped breathing. Then he flipped the razor over, sliding the dull side over her tiny bits of flesh. She blew out a gust of air.

Master wiped all the shaving cream off with a cloth. “Gotta taste those gorgeous tits.” He leaned down, and she watched him swallow one of her breasts and his hand dive between her legs. Feeling his tongue dance over her taut nipple and his thumb pressing on her clit was the final straw that pushed her to orgasm. She bucked against the restraints.

“Ride that climax, pet.” His lips moved to her other breast, and his thumb pressed harder on her clit. With his other hand, he firmly pinched the free nipple.

This was like nothing she’d ever had before. Master knew how to touch her in a way that kept her rolling with undulating waves of release. Her womb spasmed, and her pussy drenched his hand in her cream. And still he kept pushing her with perfect pinches, licks, and touches—making her orgasm last and last.

“You came without my permission, pet. Now, you will suffer.” He shifted his position until his lips were less than an inch from her pussy. “You want me to drink the cream from your cunt?”

“Yes! Please, Master!”

He blew a hot blast of his breath on her pussy’s throbbing flesh. “Beg me to do it.”

Frenzied by the climax, she screamed, and screamed, and screamed. “Lick me! God, please! Lick me, Master! I’ll do anything…”

“Yes, you will.” She felt the flat of his tongue on her folds, and every nerve sparked hot. She could hear him slurping up her juices with abandon.

“Feels…soooo…” She closed her eyes as the onrush of sensations overtook her. Her head spun wildly, making her marvelously muddled. When Master teethed her clit, she screamed again. He’d turned her body into an erupting volcano. As what felt like molten lava rolled through her, tremors shook her from deep inside her channel. “O–Oh, God!”

Her release had drifted to tolerable until he’d begun his oral assault on her pussy. Now, multiple orgasms fired to an unbearable state of pleasure. Again, she screamed and thrashed in her restraints.

Master ordered, “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and lost herself in the cowboy’s deep, dark orbs. There was no way she could resist such fervency and might. No mere mortal could.

He pressed on her clit with his thumb, resulting in an even hotter burn through her entire flesh. She’d never known a climax to be so crushing.

“Pain works very well on you, pet. But pleasure, when unrelenting, can be punishment, too.” With those thundering words, he continued using his tongue and fingers to make good on his promise.

Her screams became shaky sobs as he inundated her body, drowning her in steamy smothering sensations that delivered not only multiple orgasms—but exponential climaxes.

After what seemed like forever, he stopped his wicked tortures, removing his hand and mouth. He unfastened her restraints and lifted her up in his arms. Trembling, she couldn’t even reach around his neck. He’d squeezed out every ounce of energy inside her.

Though she wanted him to be inside her, to possess every part of her, she didn’t think she could take more. He walked her out of his dungeon and turned right, carrying her into a lush, tranquil bathroom. Though at any other time she would study every detail of the space, she couldn’t now. Her mind could barely focus.

Through her shaky breaths, she said, “M–Master?”

“Shh, pet. Don’t worry.” Though holding her, he somehow was able to still turn on the faucet of the deep tub in the floor. “I know you’ve suffered enough for tonight.”

“I–I can…take…”

“You did very well for your first round. Don’t be a bratty sub now.”

“Yes, Master.” She had to please him. Too much depended on her winning him over.

“Best save your strength and gusto for round two. We’ll be moving out of the introductory course and into intermediate in the morning.”

As Master lowered her into the warm water, she drifted off, wondering what he planned for her tomorrow.

* * * *

Austin finished washing Jessie’s soft body. His cock was throbbing like never before. He’d wanted to thrust his dick inside her candied pussy, but he knew she was totally spent by his treatment.

She’d fallen asleep in the bathtub, looking like a sexy water nymph. He was so tempted to kiss her lush lips, but he knew he couldn’t. Ever. One kiss and he would be a goner. Instead, he opened the drain to the tub, and urged Jessie to stand. Her eyes fluttered. He didn’t want her to come fully awake, so he lifted her softly to a standing position. “I’m going to dry you off, pet.”

He toweled off her long silky hair first, and then wiped down her body. When she was completely dry, he wrapped her up in fresh thick towels. She was so tiny, so precious. No wonder his brothers had fallen so hard for her. Lucky bastards.