Wonderland: King of Diamonds Page 14

  “Your wish is my command, my Queen.” Karn brushed his lips over Annie’s. She shivered as he moved his mouth along her jaw line and then down her neck to her collarbone. She smelled of warm vanilla, a scent that made him hungry for more of his woman.

  “Maybe that’s too slow,” she murmured as he flicked his tongue over the curve of her breast.

  Karn chuckled, enjoying giving his mate pleasure. “I wish for you to never forget our joining.” He removed her glasses and set them on the table beside the bed.

  “How could I?” Annie asked then gasped as he pulled down the strapless bodice of her dress, exposing her large and beautiful breasts.

  His lips found one nipple and he flicked his tongue over it while tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Annie moaned and arched up into his caress. She slipped her fingers into his hair and held on as she squirmed.

  The feel of Karn’s mouth on her body was so exquisite that Annie didn’t think she could take much more without having his cock deep inside her. His mouth left her breast and he licked a trail down her stomach to her belly button. He flicked his tongue inside, causing wild sensations to skitter throughout her.

  He raised his head and drew her dress down, over her mound and thighs, slipped it completely off and let it slide off the bed onto the floor. He returned to her belly and worked his way to her mound. When he breathed deep of her scent, Annie’s cheeks heated.

  “I cannot get enough of your woman’s musk.” He gently pushed her thighs apart and eased himself between her legs so that his face was just above her mound. “And your taste, it is like the finest of wines.”

  “Karn.” Annie arched her hips. “Please, Sire. I can’t wait.”

  He smiled, taking pleasure in Annie’s wish to be dominated in the bedroom. “Spread your thighs wider, kitten.”

  She did as he bade, and his cock hardened even more.

  Annie trembled as she waited for Karn’s tongue upon her. But instead he nuzzled the curls of her mound then licked the insides of her thighs, his rough cat-like tongue making her crazy. He would near her pussy lips, then back away again, causing her to whimper.

  When he finally stroked his tongue over her clit, Annie almost came. “Sire, I’m so close now.”

  “Do not climax without my permission, kitten,” he murmured as he thrust two fingers inside her core.

  She whimpered as he moved his fingers in and out of her pussy and licked her folds, moving his tongue around taking her to the brink and back again, never quite allowing her close enough to reach orgasm.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said as he rose up, away from her pussy.

  Annie needed her arms around him, to feel his weight upon her. “I want you inside of me.”

  “My fingers?” he said in a teasing tone.

  Annie bit her lip then said, “Your—your cock.”

  He gave a soft laugh. “Say what you want me to do.”

  Annie squirmed. She was sure he meant the “f” word, and it was something she’d never been able to say out loud. “I want you to—to…” She hesitated for a moment then blurted out, “I want you to fuck me.”

  Karn growled and knelt between her thighs. With a wave of his hand, he spelled away his clothing so that he was entirely naked. “I will fuck you, my Queen. But first I will make love to you.”

  Annie held out her arms, drawing him to her as he lowered himself. With one hand he moved his erection to her core and drove his cock inside her. She moaned at the feel of his huge cock stretching her, filling her.

  She closed her eyes, but then Karn said, “Open your eyes, Annie. Watch me make love to you.”

  Without question she obeyed, and her eyes locked with his. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he slowly thrust in and out. The feel of him moving within her was almost more than she could take. Karn’s unique masculine scent mingled with her woman’s musk and his skin was hot and damp against hers. He kept his head up and watched her face.

  “My sweet kitten,” he murmured as she drew closer and closer to climax. “I love you so much sometimes I think it is more than my heart can bear.”

  At his words Annie started to tremble, ready to tumble over the brink. Before she could beg him to let her reach climax, Karn said, “I want you to come now, Annie.”

  Orgasm flamed through her like fire licking her skin from head to toe. She felt her climax throbbing around his cock and felt it burn through her body in flash after flash of heat.

  “Come for me, Karn,” she demanded, her voice uneven. “I want you to come now.”

  With a tiger’s roar Karn thrust once, then twice more, and shouted as he came. His cock pulsed inside her core and he pressed his hips tight against hers.

  He rolled onto his side, keeping his cock inside her, their bodies fused together.

  “You’re mine,” Annie said with a smile. “All mine.”

  “You are a rare jewel, the most precious of gems,” Karn said as he gently brushed her hair out of her face. “You are the greatest treasure in my kingdom, my Queen of Diamonds.”

  Epilogue

  Awai Steele paced the length of her condominium, her heels sinking into the deep, lush burgundy carpeting. She preferred not to wear a bra and the silky material of her blouse rasped her nipples, making them taut with hunger. Her short skirt brushed her upper thighs and the star at her belly button swung against her flat belly.

  The condo smelled of carpet shampoo, pine cleaner, and fresh paint. It was bare of all furnishings, everything put into long term storage.

  Because tonight they would come for her.

  Awai snapped her leather whip, the crack loud and satisfying. It was exactly a year since Annie vanished, two years for Alexi, and three years to the day that Alice had disappeared.

  Without a doubt Awai knew she was next.

  “Let them come,” she murmured and snapped her whip again. She didn’t know who had taken her nieces, but whoever they were, they would pay dearly if the girls had come to any harm.

  After Annie vanished, Awai spent the year preparing for today. The first thing she did was put all of Annie’s belongings into storage with Alexi’s and Alice’s possessions. Then gradually throughout the year, Awai sold her advertising agency along with all her shares of stock, her condo, and her Mercedes SL600. Every penny Awai owned, totaling well over five million dollars, was in an account earmarked for a women’s shelter that aided victims of domestic violence. If Awai didn’t return within a specified amount of time, the funds would go to the shelter. Her estate and her nieces’ belongings would be taken out of storage and given to the same facility.

  Awai paused in her pacing and moved to the expansive window that stretched along two sides of the large common room. Her view of San Francisco was magnificent, and tonight was no exception. City lights glittered in the darkness and so did the lights along the Golden Gate Bridge. No doubt she would miss this view, wherever she was going, but she missed her nieces more. A constant ache had taken residence in her heart and soul, and she wouldn’t rest until she found Annie, Alice, and Alexi.

  Awai was only a few years older than her nieces, being their aunt by marriage. Long ago she had married the girls’ uncle, John Steele—

  And the bastard had nearly killed her.

  A hard and cold knot expanded in Awai’s gut like it did every time she thought of the asshole. She had been young, innocent and fresh out of high school when she met John. He had wooed her with his charm and expensive gifts, and had seduced her into his bed.

  Awai ran the leather strap of her whip over her palm as her thoughts turned back to that horrid time in her life and her triumph in making a new life for herself.

  Once she escaped the bastard, she’d promised herself that no man would ever dominate her again.

  Awai raised her chin, no longer seeing the city lights, but instead the light of her past. With her intelligence and drive, Awai had worked her way quickly to the top of her profession in the advertising business. Eventuall
y she had started her own firm, and it wasn’t long before she was drawing in larger and larger accounts until her agency was one of the premier advertising firms in the state of California. She became known as a ball buster, the woman with brass ovaries. She didn’t take shit from any man, and her staff was populated almost exclusively with women.

  She had also started an extensive training program in the domestic violence shelter. With Awai’s financial backing, the center taught women the skills necessary to enter the workforce. Frequently Awai hired women from the shelter in positions such as receptionist or filing clerk. Gradually, as they learned the ropes, many of the women were trained in more demanding tasks and worked their way up through the advertising agency.

  Awai shifted and lightly flicked her whip, allowing it to curl like a sensuous caress around her bare legs and the leather straps from her heels that wrapped around her ankles and calves. There was another side to her life that no one knew about outside of her niece Annie.

  Almost every evening, Awai left her daily concerns and entered the world of BDSM as a Dominatrix.

  Awai treated her submissives well, making sure they enjoyed the erotic play, and always keeping the relationships safe, sane, and consensual. She had chosen to become a Domme simply because she had made that promise to herself…that no man would dominate her again.

  Yet something was missing. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but she didn’t feel complete in her role as a Domme. The feelings confused the hell out of her because she was never confused. Awai knew what she wanted in life and went after it with a vengeance. So why was her role as a Domme not entirely satisfying?

  As if I wished to be the one tied up and at a Dom’s mercy.

  She shrugged away the errant thought. What the hell’s the matter with me?

  Awai moved away from the window, a sense of melancholy rolling over her. She was known as a take-charge dynamo, and these feelings of confusion were pissing her off. Yet as she thought more and more about her roll as a Domme, and of her missing nieces, she felt both angry and brooding…and regretful.

  Awai snapped her whip in the empty room, the crack of leather jarring her back into her role. She would take charge and let the bastards who stole her nieces know who was boss.

  When will the bastards get here? she wondered as she stared at the front door. It was well after ten—only two hours left until midnight and then the anniversary of all her nieces’ disappearances would have passed.

  Awai frowned at the stately mahogany door. Could I have been wrong?

  No. She wouldn’t allow doubt to make her feel insecure. Everything in her gut told her that they would be coming for her, too.

  Since there wasn’t any furniture left in the condo, Awai moved to the wall beside the door. She slid down the wall until she was sitting in the plush burgundy carpeting and set her whip beside her. Awai’s short skirt hiked up to her waist and her thong pulled tight against her clit. It had been days since she’d had a fuck, and for some reason the last one hadn’t been as fulfilling as she’d hoped.

  A wild fantasy had gone through her mind as she’d had sex with her sub. A fantasy of riding a powerful man, his cock filling her pussy while another man slid his cock into her ass. And yet a third grabbing her by her hair and forcing her to suck his cock. She was totally at their mercy while all three men fucked her.

  At the memory of the fantasy, Awai couldn’t help but slide one hand down to her pussy. As she visualized the scene again, she moved aside the thong and fingered her clit. With her free hand she pushed her blouse above her pert breasts, exposing her nipples to the cool air in the condo.

  She started out with small circles around her clit then thrust one finger into her pussy, and then spread her juices over her folds. Against her will, she found herself back in the fantasy of the three men. This time one of the men was eating her pussy while another one kissed her, and the third sucked her nipples.

  The thought of three gorgeous men focused on her pleasure, and in turn her pleasuring them, sent Awai into orbit. Her orgasm came hard and fast and caused her to moan as ripple after ripple of her climax continued to flow through her until she came a second time.

  After she slipped her hand from her thong and arranged her clothing a bit, Awai relaxed against the wall and closed her eyes. She brought her fingers to her nose and scented herself, wondering what it would be like to smell the come of three men all at once.

  What’s the matter with me? Why am I fantasizing about dominant men? I should think instead of the men I dominate.

  But the men continued to haunt her. Awai sighed and sank deeper into her thoughts until she slipped into a deep but unsettling sleep.

  A blond god of a man tied Awai’s wrists together with a golden rope. It was snug, yet the rope didn’t hurt or cut into her flesh. He slid his hands down her thighs and calves then bound her ankles together, too, with the same golden rope. When he finished, he lowered his head to the juncture of her thighs and inhaled deeply, his long blond hair caressing her skin. He gave a satisfied purr, and Awai felt a tingle in her pussy and her panties grew wet.

  She tried to wake, but felt drugged, as though her eyelids weighed several pounds.

  Awai was a fighter. She struggled to open her eyes…

  She jerked awake and found herself still positioned with her back to the wall. She blinked away the sleep, struggling to fight off the drugged feeling.

  Golden light shone across the living room carpet, yet through the windows she could still see San Francisco’s sparkling nighttime view. Slowly she turned her head and saw that the door was open…and sunshine was spilling into her home.

  Her heart pounded like mad, and she tried to get to her feet, only to slide down the wall and fall onto her side, her cheek resting on the leather handle of her whip.

  Her hands and ankles were bound, just like in her dream.

  Awai’s breathing was hard and fast as she glanced at the golden rope around her wrists and then looked to her ankles.

  A shadow fell across the carpet.

  Awai’s gaze shot to the doorway and she saw the golden god from her dreams. His white blond hair tumbled over his shoulders, his muscled chest was bare and the tattoo of a club was on his magnificent six-pack abs. Good lord but those leather pants cradled his impressive family jewels, and despite the fact she was tied up and at his mercy, Awai’s pussy tingled.

  Instead of the diatribe she had planned when “they” came for her, Awai found herself absolutely speechless.

  The golden god flexed his muscles as he moved closer and knelt before her on one knee. His intense green eyes focused on her and he smelled of sun-warmed flesh and mountain air. Gently he brushed the back of his hand over her cheek, and in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, the god said, “I have come for you.”

  About the author:

  Cheyenne McCray is a thirty-something wild thing at heart, with a passion for sensual romance and a happily-ever-after...but always with a twist. A University of Arizona alumnus, Chey has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew that one day she would write novels, and with her love of fantasy and romance, combined with her passionate nature, erotic romance is a perfect genre for her. In addition to her adult work, Chey is also published in young adult literary fiction under another name. Chey enjoys spending time with her husband and three sons, traveling, working out at the health club, playing racquetball, and of course writing, writing, writing.

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  Also by Cheyenne McCray:

  Seraphine Chronicles 1: Forbidden

  Seraphine Chronicles 2: Bewitched

  Seraphine Chronicles 3: Spellbound

  Seraphine Chronicles 4: Untamed

  Seraphine Chronicles 5: Possessed (Things That Go Bump In The Night 3)

  Wild 1: Wildfire

/>   Wild 2: Wildcat

  Wild 3: Wildcard

  Wonderland 1: King of Hearts

  Wonderland 2: King of Spades

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