Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (13 page)

“Help! Help me! He kid—”

William stifled Ivy’s words with his palm. 

Her head jerked from left to right.

William lifted Ivy off the ground and went to the far side of the room behind the bar, close to the secret door that was located behind the dark blue curtains.

There was a St. Andrew’s Cross between two beds.

He placed Ivy with her back against it, and he pulled up her hands.

She tried to kick him in his balls, but he moved to the side just in time and secured one wrist.

“Being feisty again, Ivy? You’re just fueling my need to rough you up,” he sneered, and he saw a flash of anxiety, yet she was also enticed. 

By god, why was this woman such an enigma? 

Quickly, William locked her other wrist and ankles while she jerked like a madwoman. Then he stood, bending his head so they were nose-to-nose. Erratic breaths mingled heatedly.

“Who. Were. You. Talking. To?” He gave her another chance to come clean.

Silence between the two of them. But around them were the muffled sounds of moans and spanks.

William stepped back and saw that the bed on the left had drawn curtains; the bed on the right was empty.

“That was your last chance to tell me willingly. I’m positive you’re lying, and if you’ve asked someone for help, then the rules of our game must change drastically, Ivy.”

And then he rounded the vacant bed, screeching three curtains shut so that he and Ivy were enclosed in the deepest shadows between the frames of the two beds. 

He pulled her hood back and ripped the fabric, letting it flutter to the floor.

William disregarded his hardening cock as Ivy was spread-eagle before him in the mini emerald dress and garters and heels.

Staying in tune with his plan, he grabbed the back of a chair and positioned it in front of Ivy and sat down, reclining back.

They were out of sight, but she could still see some couples playing together.

He focused solely on her and was about to speak when he felt a caress in his hair, and a female spoke. “Good evening, William.”

Without taking his eyes off Ivy, he greeted, “Morgan.” It was the woman who had wanted to join Ivy and William on the opening night of Sins.

Ivy tensed, and her nostrils flared while arrows of pure jealousy flew from her.

William didn’t touch Morgan, but he allowed her to touch him. 

It irked him that Ivy had talked to another man and was seemingly not as much under his spell as he’d initially believed.

“Do you want to play, William?” Morgan purred and kneeled beside him.

William leaned to the side, toward her ear, while keeping his gaze locked on Ivy, and muttered so Ivy couldn’t hear, but it appeared as if he was kissing the shell. “No. You may touch me but don’t dare be bold. I’m only playing with
her
.”

Morgan’s lips twitched, and she looked back and forth between Ivy and William. She was discontented with William’s attention being centered on Ivy and his restrictions, but he sensed that she wanted him badly enough that she’d accept what he offered.

William gripped Ivy’s thigh and skimmed his palm up as Morgan traced her fingers down his chest, outlining the feather tattoo on his arm and running her fingers through his hair, pressing her breasts against his biceps. 

William met Ivy’s scowl and cupped her bare pussy. “Ivy, do you want to watch her suck my cock?”

“Fuck you!” Ivy bit back, downright resentful, just as he’d hoped.

“Or shall I have her taste you?” His fingers opened Ivy’s folds, and she was shockingly wet.

“Son of a bitch!” Ivy seethed.

Morgan was nuzzling William’s neck, which was annoying him, so he jerked back and held up a hand, silently ordering Morgan to wait. 

William reared up and kissed Ivy’s mouth, licking her lips when she refused to open. Then he prodded a finger inside her pussy, and she gasped, so he delved his tongue inside and ground his cock against her.

Ivy attempted to bite his lip, but he pulled back and nipped her jawline up to her ear. “You may choose.” His fingers worked her wet sheath. “Either tell me who the man was that you were talking to, Ivy, or I’ll whip you. As I told you before, I’ll always give you choices.” 

She gasped but arched a brow in challenge. Ivy was strong under these circumstances, and William had been aching to tie her up and spank her since they’d met. But he was getting sidetracked. As usual, he was riled up after a fight, and it was even worse this time. He was battling between punishing her, fucking her, and staying focused to get information from her. She awakened the strongest longings in him.

“Morgan, go,” William suddenly said.

“That was it?” Morgan questioned disappointedly.

“No. Come back with a male companion,” he stated, and Ivy’s brows creased in confusion and alarm.

William rounded the cross and grabbed the flogger that hung there before returning to face Ivy.

“God, Ivy, I’ve been wanting to do this to you for so long.” His tone betrayed his yearning.

Ivy’s nipples were hard through the fabric of her dress, her chest heaving.

William raised the flogger and took hold of the tails. Then he lowered his arm and hit her pussy.

“Hmmm,” she moaned in pleasure and pain.

William raised his eyebrows. She was loving the feel. He lowered his arm again, this time with more speed. And one more time, until she was writhing in her restraints. He stopped, and she looked at him. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was blinking repeatedly, as if she was straining to see. Something cracked inside William, but anger still prevailed. He had a mess to contain.

William dropped the flogger and cupped both her breasts.

“Ivy…you liked that too much.” He spoke against her lips as they were grinding against each other, and he pinched her nipples.

“Ahh!” This time she let out a gratified sigh, and she kissed him. 

Need twisted through his veins while her resistance weakened. She was under his spell again, and he needed to strike now. He couldn’t fuck her until she confessed. 

Morgan returned just in time for the finale with a Dom in black boxer briefs in tow.

William sat back in the chair, and Ivy’s eyes darted between the three people. Then she settled a glare on William who stretched out his legs, feet between hers.

He snapped his fingers, and Morgan and the Dom bent down to William so he could whisper, “Morgan, stroke my cock through my boxers. And you, stand close to Ivy, fist your cock, and give her the illusion that you’re going to fondle her breasts and finger her. But you’re not allowed to touch her until I say so. Understand?”

They both nodded, and Morgan resumed her previous position, kneeling next to the chair and stroking William’s cock, which was rock-hard from flogging Ivy. But blood was now streaming up north from his disinterest in Morgan’s touch.

The Dom stood close to Ivy, breathing against her temple, and took out his cock, pumping it close to her hip.

She turned her head away from him and finally admitted, “William! I hate this!”

He was grinding his teeth; she’d pushed him to this point. He wanted to smash the male who was too close to Ivy.

“Ivy,” he said evenly, “tell me what I want to know, and we’ll finish this between you and me. Or be stubborn, and I’ll make you watch me fuck her ass, and he’ll stick his cock in yours.”

Pure disdain was directed at him as Ivy observed Morgan squeezing his cock and rubbing his chest. But her spirit was still strong.

“Why are you so mad? Perhaps I
want
his cock up my ass.” She watched him and ignored the others. “Jealous that I would want another man inside me?”

His grunt revealed a flash of dismay. William was equally aroused and annoyed by her demeanor. “Are you sure you want to resort to your usual provoking manner while being tied up in
my
club? I can do whatever I want with you and please you however I like.”

“Then do so,” she challenged, lips in a thin line.

She didn’t break, so William twisted his fingers in Morgan’s hair and nodded his head to the Dom, who lowered onto his knees, ready to lick Ivy’s pussy. Then William moved his hand into his boxers to take out his cock for Morgan to suck. She was much too eager.

But finally, Ivy cracked. “No! Stop! I’ll tell you.”

He jerked Morgan’s head back and held it hovered over his arousal that was still in his boxers, and the male sat back on his haunches.

“So, who is he?”

“No one. He asked why I was wearing the hood. I only told him to go away. That was it.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me that when I asked?” William barked.

“Are you kidding me?! Look at you! I’m fucking scared! The guard and I tried to tell you.”

William narrowed his eyes.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me; I just never thought you’d go this far. Stop this, William.” Her voice broke, and he shoved Morgan away.

He could still verify the story with the guard, and he most definitely would.

“You two”—he pointed two fingers at the unwanted guests—“leave.”

The Dom took his cue and left.

Morgan was on the verge of speaking when William snarled, “Now!”

And she scampered away as well.

But damn it, William ached for release. 

He got up and cupped Ivy’s face. His lips captured hers, claiming her tongue in a teasing foray. And he was hardening within seconds, becoming aroused again now that they were alone. William grunted with the fire she induced in him. At some point, the inferno would explode, and he would indefinitely destroy his plans, and perhaps even her. 

“Ivy,” he whispered.

“William,” she murmured back and returned his kiss. “Touch me.” She rotated her hips, aching for release as well.

William kissed down her throat to her cleavage and then bit a nipple.

“Yes!” she groaned, apparently desperate to feel fulfilled.

He picked up the flogger, stood with his feet firmly planted on the floor, and smacked her pussy, causing her to shiver as her eyes fell shut. His did this with repeated accuracy until she squirmed. Then he dropped it and kneeled, bunching her dress up and flattening his tongue to her flesh, the pressure of his mouth growing more insistent.

Her body twitched with every flick of his tongue. “William...”

William was a starving man, eating her out as she rotated against him. His hands roamed over her hips, to her ass. His tongue fucked her core, sinfully wild. And she exploded when he breached her pussy, bucking in her restraints as his fingers dug into her ass cheeks.

Hurriedly, William unlocked the ankle restraints. 

As he released her arms, he murmured to her, “We’re not done yet, not by a long shot. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”

Ivy fell into his arms, pushing her tongue inside his mouth. Then she watched him with unbridled lust as he forced her to the bed, letting her fall back onto it. 

William closed the one curtain that was still open, enclosing them in privacy.

Their teasing had driven him mad, and the rush of the fight was still coursing through his cells. 

William hovered above Ivy and tore her dress down the middle so that she was only wearing the black garters and stockings, then William lifted to help as Ivy uncontrollably pulled his boxers down. Finally, they were both naked.

Ivy wetted her lips and scratched her nails down the thin trail of hair to his cock, leaving a red mark, then she clenched her jaw, circling her thumb on the sensitive head, and fisted him roughly.

“Shit!” William gasped and tried to pull away.

“Did you like Morgan touching you? Do you want to fuck her instead of me?” She appraised him seriously, and insecurity, coupled with jealousy, scorched her features. Her jealousy should have been distasteful to him, but it wasn’t in the slightest.

She squeezed again and cupped his balls roughly – it was pleasurable torture. And he loved that she wasn’t holding back her conflicting emotions, because he wanted a hard fuck.

“Fuck!” William growled when her nails raked over his balls, and he rolled their bodies over in a quick move, causing Ivy to lose her grip on his cock and sack.

Now, Ivy sat astride him, and he pulled her forward to him by her wrist so that her palms braced his pectorals. Her wild, auburn curls blanketed her face, the ends brushing against his skin. 

“No,” he whispered and lifted his head to clash his mouth against hers. “I want
you
, baby. I want you to ride me so I can make you come again.” 

He jerked her back up into a sitting position, holding the base of his cock as she positioned herself above him, her wetness allowing her to slide down easily. Then William curled his hands around her waist as she started to move up and down his shaft.

They groaned in unison, and he watched Ivy as she rode him, cupping her breast with one hand while the other gripped her ass, fingertips against her back entrance. He was entranced by seeing his cock disappearing inside her sweet pussy.