His Devil's Wish (Club Devil's Cove Book 3) Page 2

  “No, I think we’ll leave it in a little longer.”

  “Master Apollo, please!”

  “At least until I’m satisfied with the blowjob you’re about to give me.”

  He arched an eyebrow at the glacial look she slanted at him. “That was the first part of your prize, wasn’t it, kitten? Or do you see it as a punishment, rather than act of mutual pleasure?”

  “Of course not, Sir. It will be my honor.” Rose could feel the excitement inside her stomach. She wanted to give him pleasure, to serve his needs, but more than anything, she wanted him to lose that stellar control he always had.

  “Very well, Rose. The Devil’s Pen has been booked for us.” His gaze seared the top of her breasts that were threatening to spill over the edge of her corset. “But before we do, bare your tits, Rosebud.”

  Rose started. She raised wary eyes at him. She never bared herself in public areas of a club and although she’d accepted exhibitionism on her limit list, none of the Doms had ever pushed her. Master Apollo was in a totally different category, which was what had drawn her to him in the first place. He would push her boundaries without hesitation.

  “I examined all the participants’ limit lists, Rose and from what I can recall, none of them was opposed to exhibitionism.” He waited a moment longer. His tight smile warned her that she was testing his patience.

  She lowered her eyes while she struggled to build up the courage to bare her breasts.

  Ethan pressed his face into hers. “Let me warn you, Rose and you better listen because I’m not going to repeat myself. I give an instruction once. Either you obey or invite punishment. If you disregard a second order from me, I walk away, and the scene is over.”

  Rose swallowed. Man up, woman. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. Don’t fuck it up because you’re prissy.

  She reached up and with trembling hands pushed the cups of her corset down. Her tits popped out and bobbed up and down eagerly. Mortification colored her cheeks as she noticed the smile of appreciation curve his lips.

  “Beautiful, Rose,” he drawled, reaching out to caress her nipples. Her eyes flared as he rolled the tips between his fingers and pinched. At her gasp, he pinched harder and harder until she went up on her tiptoes, her breath hissing through her teeth.

  “Please stop. I beg you, I can’t hold it much longer,” Rose wailed as her pussy clenched painfully around the large vibrating egg inside her with every tug on her nipples. Her body was tense, preparing for the imminent climax.

  His eyes darkened, watching her eyes flare when he released her nipples suddenly, “Shall we?”

  Rose’s body slumped. She struggled to find her composure as her nipples continued to throb. She walked gingerly in her black stilettos in front of him, forced to take small steps and keep her knees close, to keep from orgasming. Every movement with the egg inside her was a test in climax control.

  Ethan was enthralled by her gently undulating, perfectly curved hips and never-ending legs in skintight leather shorts.

  Rose stood fidgeting when he closed the door and strolled toward the large wingback chair in one corner of the room.

  “Ah, I see my little kitten is suffering. Let’s get this done, my pet and then we can attend to that egg inside your pussy. But before you start, I want access to all your juicy bits. Undress, Rose but leave those fuck-me heels on.”

  He sat down while she undressed, watching her unveil her body in all its silken beauty. He pointed to the space between his thighs and unzipped his cock. She obediently went down on her knees, her eyes on the large tumescence he was cradling in his hand.

  “Begin, Rose and don’t rush it. I have every intention of enjoying this.”

  She leaned down and caught his satiny shaft in her hand, wrapping her fingers around its base. She curled her tongue over the smooth, bulbous head, lapping at the viscous drops oozing from the slit. Ethan laid his head back against the chair and breathed in a calming breath. He was amazed at the affect this woman was having on him.

  Her lips moved over the top and she sucked him into her mouth, twirling her tongue across the slit. She rolled her lips around the tip, like she was savoring her favorite ice cream, then slurped her way down and lapped at the frenulum at the bottom of his cock.

  “Fuck, Rose that feels so good.”

  A soft moan vibrated around his cock in reaction to his fingers flicking over her nipples. He rolled the taut buds between his fingers, with varying degrees of pressure; softly at first, then hard. Rose jerked, heat searing through her veins as her pussy throbbed fervently around the vibrating egg.

  “Remember, Rose, no climaxing for you. No matter what I do,” Ethan warned gruffly.

  With her hand as a guide, she fed his cock deeper into her mouth, sucking as she pushed down, stretching her lips wide to accommodate his girth. She kept going until his bulging head nudged the entrance of her throat, before she started working him up and down, pumping his shaft with her hand.

  “On your feet, kitten,” Ethan ordered and assisted her to rise without pulling her mouth from his pulsing shaft. “I want access to your little pussy.”

  Rose moaned as he tapped her clit with his fingers in varying degrees of pressure until her hips jiggled, trying to avoid the added stimulation.

  Ethan pressed two fingers into her slit, pushing the egg deeper as he curled them forward in search of the spongy ganglia in front of her vagina. She moaned around his cock when he found it and brushed his fingers over it. She gagged and lost concentration in her desperation to keep from climaxing.

  “Don’t stop, kitten. I love the heat of your mouth around me.”

  Rose sucked and pumped his hard cock into her mouth, whimpering and moaning around his length the entire time. The sensations he evoked with his fingers inside her shot like wildfire through her veins. Her loins throbbed as the pressure intensified, her clit . . . ooohh fuuck . . . she screamed when he twisted his hand to brush his finger over the tip of her clit while rubbing his fingers rhythmically against its spongy twin on the inside of her pussy.

  She glanced at him, her eyes pleading as tears began to run down her face from the pressure of his cock against the back of her throat. Spittle slipped from her mouth and hung from her chin. He pulled her off him and got up from the chair.

  “I need more. On your back on the bed and drop your head over the side. I want your legs spread wide for me.”

  “Please, I beg you, let me come, Master Apollo,” Rose pleaded in a hoarse voice.

  “No. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock when you do. Do not come, Rose. Remember my warning,” Ethan cautioned her. “Open wide, push out your tongue and don’t tense your throat,” he coaxed and buried his turgid length down her throat.

  Rose gagged and then jerked at the unexpected brush of his fingers over her clitoris. Her pussy clenched and released, her body turned into a furnace of heat—a warning of her impending climax. She clawed at his legs, feeling the saliva dripping from her mouth. She breathed harshly through her nose, concentrating on keeping her throat relaxed while also trying to keep her orgasm back. It was hell, but she exulted in the power she held over him in that moment.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Rose. Keep it like that. Here we go; I need to come.”

  He began pumping his cock down her throat while simultaneously tapping his fingers on her clit. She moaned as her muscles tightened painfully. A hard slap on her clitoris warned her to keep her throat relaxed, when it tightened during her struggle, but all it did was increase her need for orgasm.

  Ethan continued to fuck her throat with long, even strokes, going faster with each plunge and watched her hips dance in his grasp as he pressed his fingers deeper inside her very wet pussy.

  He growled and thrust faster, pinching her clit and then gripped the string of the vibrating egg with his other hand.

  “Do not come, Rose,” he warned and yanked out the egg with one hard pull. Her scream got swallowed up by his pounding cock as sh
e released a splash of heated juices all over the bed.

  Her body jerked, and her hips rose higher. She climaxed; helpless against the flux of heat that incinerated her at the same time Ethan ejaculated down her throat.

  Rose struggled to surface from the roaring tumble she took into the sea of euphoria. She coughed and gasped for breath as Ethan pulled his cock from her mouth. She sat up, cursing herself when she watched him zip up his cock.

  “A pity, Rose. I was looking forward to fucking your pussy.”

  Rose stared in disbelief as the door closed behind him.

  “You’re fucking kidding me!” She screamed after him. She spied the vibrating egg on the bed.

  “It’s entirely your fucking fault!” She picked it up and hurled the offending sex toy with all her might at the wall. It bounced back onto the carpet and rolled under the bed, leaving Rose frustrated at losing out on a night of debauchery with Master Apollo.

  Chapter One

  Present day . . .

  “I will find a way to bring you home, my son.”

  Ethan Brodie knew all about hopelessness. He’d come close to giving up many times over the past seven years.

  The photograph of the little baby boy he was staring at, was a time machine. One glance, and he was taken back sixteen years, with his life stretching before him; all his decisions lay between his present self and his past, still unmapped at that time. It seemed surreal that those day-to-day decisions had brought him to where he was now—broken and alone.

  If only he hadn’t gone to the frat party that fateful day, they would have never met. He wouldn’t be where he was now, with despair and regret as his only companions.

  Love did strange things to a man, especially at a young age. Star struck and blind to all warnings his friends and family had offered him, Ethan had been in that boat at the young age of twenty-three. He’d fallen head over heels in love with Delia Simpson. Within two months of that fateful meeting, little Jaxon had been conceived. Ethan had been over the moon; Delia—not so much, but she had decided to keep the baby and married him.

  “Fuck, what a disaster,” he muttered as he traced the face of the baby in the photo.

  Delia came from a poor family and was a classic case of rags-to-riches. In the beginning, it had been hard, especially as Ethan had been in med school, specializing at the time and money had been scarce. She didn’t have the patience and her demands had sent Ethan tumbling neck deep into debt to give her the lifestyle she’d desired.

  Seven years, of what had turned into a loveless marriage, had eventually taken its toll on Ethan. The only thing that had kept them together, was Jaxon and then, that too hadn’t been enough—not for Delia.

  “I guess the signs were there. I just refused to see them,” Ethan sighed.

  Delia had started going out more and more, leaving him to care for Jaxon, on top of double shifts at the hospital. He hadn’t been surprised when she’d asked for a divorce a year later. It had been amicable, both having realized their relationship had run its course. The only concern had been Jaxon, but Ethan had relaxed when she gave him shared custody.

  “Yeah, all a lie to keep me pacified.” He said bitterly. “God, I’ve missed all this time with him. And today, he’s turning fifteen years old.”

  Delia had remarried within two months of their divorce, to Prince Khalid Saud, who was the heir to the House of Saud in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia. By the time Ethan found out, Prince Saud had whisked his child and his ex-wife out of the US. Jaxon had been eight years old then.

  Ethan had been unable to make any contact, or come near Jaxon, since then. He had tried many times but was denied entry into the country. The only time, three years ago, when he had managed to get into Riyadh, under a disguise and a false passport, had almost ended in his demise.

  Prince Khalid Saud hadn’t taken kindly to the threat he’d posed to his own selfish regime. As a direct descendant of the royalty, his power was all encompassing. No one opposed him. He had promptly thrown Ethan in jail, where he’d been tortured for six months. He could still hear his grating voice some nights when he woke up from recurring nightmares.

  “Maybe now you will understand that you are not welcome here, Brodie,” he smirked. “Not that it matters. You can barely walk. I don’t think you’ll see the next full moon rising.” Khalid turned to his guard. “Take him into the desert. Leave him for the scavengers.”

  Rhone and the team had fortunately arrived to find him by then, but until Khalid had him moved from prison, they had no idea where to find him. They had been trailing Khalid and tracked Ethan three days later. The desert nomads had found him half dead in the dunes and taken him in by then. It had been a few days before he had been fit enough to fly back to the US.

  “All for nothing. I didn’t even get to see Jaxon.”

  “Excuse me, Doctor Brodie, I did knock . . .”

  Ethan looked up; his mind was still swirling with memories that haunted his existence. He’d come to accept that maybe he won’t be a part of Jaxon’s growing up years. Delia and Khalid had ensured that he was completely cut off from his son’s life.

  “Doctor Brodie? Are you okay?”

  Ethan blinked to clear his mind and nodded curtly. “What can I do for you, Paige?”

  “I can come back later. It’s not that urgent—”

  “You’ve got my attention now,” he cut his director of nursing staff short. He knew that she was strict, and the nurses walked wide circles around her when she was in a bad mood.

  Funny; she’s always meek as a lamb in my presence.

  Suddenly, it irritated him. He’d been waiting for her to show him the same spunk, but all he got was an overly accommodating demeanor. The slight tilt of her chin and the sparkle in her eyes drew his attention. A sense of familiarity stirred in the back of his mind.

  “I need to discuss a few things with you, as I had indicated in the e-mail I sent you last week, requesting this meeting.”

  “Ah, yes. It’s been a hectic week.”

  “Which, is exactly the problem, Doctor Brodie. We’ve been running full capacity for the last six months and it’s not letting up. We’re under-staffed and need more hands. The nurses have been doing double shifts and they are tired.” Her voice sharpened and for the first time, he noticed the strength and determination everyone saw in her.

  Ethan ran his hand over his chin. He’d built the clinic steadily over ten years. The clinic was sought after for its cancer research, treatment and rehabilitation facilities. The research took a substantial chunk of his time, forcing him to delegate other management functions to others.

  It was time to appoint a clinic manager to take over the general management functions completely. He wanted to concentrate exclusively on R&D. His eyes narrowed on Paige Scott. She’d been working at the clinic for a year now and he had never seen her look any different than she did today.

  She was always dressed professionally in smart pants suits—June or December—her chestnut brown hair always pulled back in a tight bun. He’d love to see her hair loose. The overhead lights added a gold shimmer that enriched them to a deep rich color. She’d been wearing the same pair of large tortoiseshell glasses since the day he’d interviewed her. She was pretty, but he had a suspicion she did her best to hide her true beauty.

  Instinct pushed him to peruse her closer. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen her in a different environment. Ethan tried to imagine her with her hair loose, minus the glasses, but found it difficult to conjure up a picture. He had no way of knowing how long or thick her hair was.

  “Why do you hide behind clear view glasses, Paige?” he asked, observing her start at his direct question.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” Her mouth flattened.

  He was amused when she stiffened. Another flash of recognition spiked his mind.

  Fuck! Where have I seen this woman outside of here?

  “Ahem,” she cleared her throat when she noticed the flare in his
eyes. She knew after a year of working for him that Ethan Brodie hated lies and deceit. She had a sneaky suspicion he was on to her. She shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

  “The nursing staff, Doctor?” She skirted the subject, praying he would let it go at that.

  Ethan stared at her for a while longer; his gaze felt like it penetrated her soul and wrapped itself around her most inner thoughts.

  “I looked over the statistics you sent me, and I agree. We do need more staff; however, our growth rate also requires organizational restructuring.”

  Paige was taken aback, although she shouldn’t have been. It was part of what she’d wanted to discuss with him. Ethan Brodie was intelligent and usually one step ahead of everyone.

  “One moment,” Ethan said as he buzzed his PA. “Gloria, please ask Hank to bring me Ms. Scott’s personnel file. Yes, now.”

  “Doctor Brodie?” Paige’s stomach felt like it had tied into knots.

  “Let’s finish discussing the nursing staff, Paige. I expect you have a proposal for me?”

  “Of course,” Paige beamed and flipped open the folder she’d brought with her.

  For the following fifteen minutes she talked nonstop, detailing statistics and comparative research on clinics of comparable size. Ethan listened attentively but his eyes were on her face the entire time. Her hands and face expressed her every thought. He found it fascinating.

  Strangely, he also found her captivating. There was strength—a fierceness that she kept hidden from the world around her. His eyes narrowed as her voice tinkled in the background with a husky undertone that he suddenly found captivating. He tried to pinpoint exactly what it was that had made him sit up and notice her.

  She looked up. Her charcoal gray eyes shone with life. Passion. Paige Scott was a passionate woman hiding behind a professional façade.

  Ethan had been a Dom for fifteen years and knew the signs. She might be strong and in charge of every aspect of her career but deep inside, she had the desire to be controlled. In front of him sat a submissive. He had a feeling he’d scened with her before. There was something eerily familiar about her attitude, the little nuances that a Dom found spellbinding.