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

  He nodded and led her to the right, to smaller platforms that looked like minisets for a play. One looked like a doctor’s exam room. The other could’ve passed for a medieval dungeon.

  “These are used by members for public demonstrations and training.” He pointed to the trio in the medical scene. Two women in skintight black latex paddled a naked man on the exam table. “Does that surprise you, sugar?”

  “Yes, Sir. A bit.” Jessie’s pussy dampened when she saw the look of pure pleasure on the man’s face as the women continued slapping his ass with the rubber club.

  “Dominance comes in both genders as does submission.”

  “Do you ever like women to be dominant in the bedroom, Sir?” she asked, hoping he didn’t.

  “Not my thing, but there’s all kinds of kink tried between these walls. As long as protocols are followed, the club doesn’t give a damn what happens between consenting adults. Neither do I.”

  As if on cue, they came to the next stage where an interracial gay couple was getting ready for some play. She was intrigued and stood watching them for several minutes. The white guy wore a collar and black shorts, but nothing else. He was on his knees. The black man wore leather boots, blue jeans, and a black T-shirt with one word in white lettering. “Dom.” Both were sexy as hell.

  Denver’s gaze didn’t leave her. “Master Burke and Ray, his sub.”

  A small crowd gathered for the demo that the two gay men were about to give. Ready to see more, she looked up at Denver, imploring him to continue the tour.

  He nodded and led her away.

  “What’s that for, Sir?” she asked, pointing to a cage in the center of the room.

  “Do you see the people dressed in white?”

  She spotted two massive men wearing all white, who looked like they could lift a bull over their heads with one hand. “Yes, Sir. I see them.”

  “We call them angels. They’re the club’s bouncers. Every Dom who is a member here agrees to submit to the rules. If they don’t and an angel witnesses an infraction, the offending member is sent to the cage if the violation is not too egregious. If it is, they can be banned from the club for a week, a month, a year, or even for life, depending how serious the offense is.”

  “That happens?”

  “Rarely. To become a member requires some hurdles to clear. Most have been through training provided by senior club members or resident Doms. Some come through references.”

  “So, someone can’t just walk in here and start whipping on a girl.”

  He laughed. “Jessie, The Masters’ Chambers is very exclusive. We like our place. No one is going to fuck it up. If they try, they won’t be welcome here again.”

  He guided her through another hallway. There were several closed doors on both walls. On each door was a number. Jessie thought about trying one of the handles, but she was sure they were all locked. Tank had asked Denver if he needed any other keys, but he’d declined. Did Denver mean to splay her out on one of the stages for everyone to see? Fear and a stabbing heat shot thorough her. Even with the powerful need awakened inside her, she wasn’t sure she would be ready for that.

  A door on the left opened, and a man walked out wearing a brown uniform. On the lapel in black letters were the words “Dog Catcher.” In his right hand he had a large net. In his left hand he held a leash that was attached to a woman dressed as a…dog? Jessie’s jaw dropped.

  The man tugged at the leash. “Wilde.”

  “Jones.”

  When the odd couple were out of earshot, Jessie asked, “What were they doing, Sir?”

  “Puppy play.” He moved her forward to the large room past the hallway of doors.

  She took a hard breath. What the hell have I gotten myself into? “Sir, I–I couldn’t—”

  He laughed. “We’ll never do anything like that, sugar. Again, not my style.”

  As Denver continued the tour of the club, Jessie was amazed at how large it really was. This second public room was more like a nightclub, though the people on the dance floor were doing a lot more than dancing. The lasers shot through the room, and the music blaring from hidden speakers vibrated against Jessie’s skin. In one corner, a naked woman had two men scrubbing her with wash clothes in a fully exposed shower. A crowd stood around the half wall taking in the steam the three created.

  In the opposite corner, a man placed clamps on the nipples of another nude female who was chained to the wooden X. Unable to look away, Jessie watched him shove a dildo into her pussy. The woman’s lusty scream could be heard over the music for a moment. Jessie squirmed, wondering how the woman felt being so controlled and exposed. Her mind twirled that single thought like a quarter in a gambler’s fingers. What would it feel like to submit to Denver on one of the club’s stages? The more she toyed with the idea, the more her insides melted with arousal.

  “So, what else do you have in store for me, Sir?” she asked shakily.

  “Don’t you worry about that.”

  She looked around the room. The women were exceptional. Great figures. She couldn’t compete with them. Perhaps Denver liked sharing her with his brothers, but now that he was alone with her, he didn’t care to move things forward. Was he only pacifying her with this tour?

  As if reading her mind, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch. She felt his cock swelling under the leather. “You’re perfect. Don’t doubt that.”

  She bit her lip. “Could I have a drink, Sir? I think I need some courage.”

  He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight. “You don’t need courage. You’ve got buckets full of that. Also, there’s no liquor on premises. Juice and water only.”

  “That seems odd.”

  “Not really, sweetheart. Strict rules are enforced about conduct here. No drugs. No alcohol. Everyone is here willingly. Besides, dominance and submission is about getting to a state where your mind and body merge. Awareness is a key component.”

  “I think I’ve got a lot to learn.”

  “You do. And I’m glad to be your teacher.”

  “Then may I have some water, Sir?”

  One of the club’s male angels walked by and looked at her and Denver, and then he raised an eyebrow before moving on.

  “What was that about, Sir?”

  “You’re the first tourist I’ve ever brought to the club.”

  “What’s a tourist? The guy at the front called me that earlier.”

  “Someone who is a guest of the club but is only here to observe.”

  Instantly disappointed, Jessie pushed her lower lip out. “B–but—”

  “You’re not ready for the stage, sugar. Not tonight. But I do have plans for you later.”

  “Please, Sir.”

  In clear view of the couple just passing them, Denver pinched her nipples through her shirt. She closed her eyes, enjoying the tiny sting. Her pussy ached, soaking her panties.

  He released her bits of flesh and pulled her in tight. “I’m in charge. Don’t forget that, Jessie.”

  * * * *

  The damning photos would work perfectly, though the person uploading the images to a laptop wished there had been one with the woman and Austin Wilde, too. No luck.

  The final photo popped up on the screen. It was Denver Wilde kissing the bitch in the parking lot of The Masters’ Chambers. There were other snapshots of the cunt embracing other Wilde brothers.

  With the other photos from the whore’s first night with them that had been copied from the hijacked camera of a clueless Jackson, there was enough.

  Time to turn up the heat on special investigator Jessica Greene.

  Chapter Two

  “We’re here,” Denver stated flatly.

  Jessie opened her eyes and gasped. Through the truck’s windshield she saw a two-story white neoclassic home with a portico held up by six columns that went the full length of the front of the building. Four enormous six-paned windows, two on each side, flanked the double-door entrance.

 
; The ride from the club had lulled her to sleep. She’d leaned into the sexy cowboy dreaming about the experience at the club. Now, she was fully awake and amazed by the beauty before her.

  “Your home is amazing. I can’t believe you built this.”

  “Sure did, sugar.”

  “It’s so big. How did you do it?” Jessie knew that all the Wilde brothers built their own homes. They started the building when they were only sixteen. Once they turned eighteen, they were required to move into the place of their own making.

  “When I decide to do something or have something, I don’t let anything or anyone stop me.”

  Denver fascinated Jessie. His quiet confidence and strength got to her on a deep level. The more time she spent with him the more she felt changed. “May I see inside, Sir?”

  “Sure, Jessie. I want to know what you think of my place.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He kissed her cheek. “Outside the club you may call me Denver, unless I decide to run you through some training. I’m not twenty-four-seven.”

  The idea of being instructed by this cowboy excited her. “Okay, Denver.”

  He opened the door and motioned her inside. The interior entryway had a large stairway that led up to a landing. The walls were big and broad and, like the outside, were white. All the trim was fluted and terminated at the corners into gorgeous square blocks that were carved in bold relief. The rooms were not isolated, but opened into each other. To the left was a dining room, formal but inviting. To the right was a large living room that was composed of straight, severe lines with heavy detail. Symmetry prevailed throughout. Every window and door was organized in pairs. The maker of this house had a meticulous eye. If she had to describe the feel of the place in a single word, it would have been “stately.” The dining room and the living room had matching fireplaces with black marble surrounds and bulky mantles that could be seen from the entryway. A large mirror hung over the dining room mantle, and a large painting of three men and a woman hung over the living room mantle.

  Jessie thought she recognized Mrs. Wilde’s sweet smile and bright eyes. “Are those your parents when they were younger?”

  “Yes. Pappy Jack commissioned it as a wedding gift. When I moved here, Mom gave it to me. There’s more to see.”

  “And I want to see it, too. Lead on, Sir.”

  He grinned. “Come on, sugar.”

  The rest of the downstairs matched the front part of the house in its beauty and style. The kitchen, half bath, and guest bedroom were impressive. When they went upstairs, she was stunned to find the room at the top of the stairs filled with drums, guitars, mics with stands, and two keyboards.

  “You’re a musician?”

  “I’ve been called one once or twice. A couple of my cousins and I like to have a jam session every once in awhile.”

  “What kind of music?”

  “All kinds. Metal. Jazz. Rock. Alternative.”

  “What do you play?”

  “Guitar, mainly. Keyboard and drums some.”

  “You Wilde brothers never cease to amaze me. I want to hear something.”

  He pointed to the lone sofa. “Sit.”

  She saluted. “Yes, Sir.”

  Denver strapped on a black electric guitar and plugged it in to an amp. He stepped up to one of the microphones. He started with Guns N’ Roses’s “Sweet Child of Mine” and bowled her over. He didn’t just play guitar. He sang, and his voice melted her like butter. For over thirty minutes he performed a solo concert just for her, covering the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Chris Daughtry, Green Day, Third Eye Blind, and more. Each lyric got her vibrating with desire. The last tune, Bon Jovi’s song about strangers becoming lovers, undid her. Her panties were completely soaked.

  Denver clicked the mic off and unplugged the guitar, but his gaze never left her. She shivered at the intensity of his stare. He didn’t say a word but lifted her up in his arms. She leaned into his chest. Her body had been buzzing all night, and now, the cowboy would quench her thirst.

  He carried her into his bedroom. Unlike the other rooms, this was much less formal. The bed was massive and comfy looking. He placed her on the bed and stripped her clothing off her body. She looked up at the man, and a tingle shot through her, recalling the gift of music he’d given her. Methodically, he removed his clothes and placed them neatly by the bed. His muscles made her mouth water. She believed that his stomach’s six-pack had come not from some gym but from time in the mine and on the ranch. Hard labor never looked sexier on any man.

  He crawled up on top of her, and she could feel his long, hard cock slide against her pussy’s folds. A gasp left her mouth. He brushed the hair away from her face. Was she crazy to even consider the Wilde brothers’ suggestion of a permanent relationship? She’d fallen for three of them, and now, she was losing herself to another one. Denver. God, she needed his touch, despite how insane it might be.

  He moved to the side, and she instantly missed the feel of his dick against her pussy. Thankfully, he pressed it into her thigh, as if to remind her of what was to come. One of his hands traced her jaw, and the other skimmed over her pebbling nipples. Urges exploded inside her. He wanted her, and that was enough. For now.

  “Thank you, Denver.”

  He squeezed her nipple, and a sweet dizziness took hold of her. He commanded, “Call me Sir.”

  She inhaled deeply, surrendering to his control. “Yes, Sir.”

  His rough hand slid down the flat of her stomach. “You ready for your lesson, sugar?”

  Completely turned on and ready to surrender, she nodded.

  His fingers danced over her skin, raising gooseflesh all over her. He moved his hand down and down until he reached her clit, igniting a fire inside her depths.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Wickedly, she silently let her lips mouth his name.

  “I saw that, sugar. I think you meant for me to see that, didn’t you?”

  She lied, “No, Sir.”

  “Naughty girl. You must be punished for not being honest with me.” He rolled her on her stomach and slapped her ass with his open hand.

  The little sting felt wonderful. His power and skill called to her. Three more slaps to her ass had her damp with desire. He guided her so that now they were facing each other, and he kissed her like a man branding his property. The demand on his lips could not be missed. He wasn’t asking for her submission. He was demanding it, expecting it, and would not rest until he got it. When his tongue danced with hers, her body got soft and hot at the same time. Her toes curled, and her body quaked.

  He leaned down and sucked on her breast, and her back arched off the bed.

  Denver suddenly pulled away, his commanding gaze holding her still. “Jessie, you’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Your silky hair.” He threaded his hands through her locks. “Your lush lips.” He kissed her, and she thought she might swoon. “Your delicious breasts.” He dove down and sucked on each of them. “That pretty, tight cunt is mine.” He circled her clit with his thumb, causing a groan to escape past her lips.

  Her body warmed with a need to surrender and to be filled by this cowboy.

  “Sweetheart, you don’t come.” His deep, hungry voice rocked her insides. “Not until I say. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Hoping to tempt him, she spread her legs a little wider.

  He growled. “Nice try, but you’re not running this rodeo, sugar. I am. Grab my cock.”

  She obeyed instantly, desiring to please him. His shaft vibrated in her hand.

  “Stroke me good.”

  She gripped his cock and pumped fast. “Like this, Sir.”

  “Perfect.” His low tone let her know that she was pleasing him.

  He licked her neck, and tingles shot down her spine. She moved her thumb over the head of his dick and felt the pre-slickness oozing from the tip.

  “Enough.” He forced her hand off his dick and then dove down between her thighs.

  He lifted her legs and draped them o
ver his shoulders. Next, he cupped her ass. He sent his hot breath across her pussy’s flesh, causing her to violently shake with desire. Finally, his hungry mouth lapped at her swollen, wet folds, making her crazed with even more wantonness. When his tongue touched her clit, she lost it and began pounding the bed with her fists. He spread her ass cheeks with his hands, and then teased her backside entrance.

  He bathed her pussy with his tongue until the room began to spin.

  “P–Please, Sir. I need to come!”

  From between her legs, she heard him say, “Not yet. You can hold on a little longer.”

  “I d–don’t think I–I...” The edge of release clawed at her insides.

  “You can and you will. Don’t disobey me.”

  His words fortified her somehow, and she held on. “Yes, Sir.”

  Denver removed her legs from his shoulders, and put on a condom. Then he moved up her body. His dick was once again pressing against her pussy, and she loved it.

  “God, you’re something, sugar. You want me inside you?”

  This cowboy knew how to make her squirm, and she enjoyed every second of it. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’ve earned it.” He sent his dick into her pussy, filling her channel to the max, possessing her completely. When he was all the way in, he began pumping his cock into her over and over.

  Jessie bit her lip, holding back the gasps. She shook violently as he pounded faster and faster into her pussy.

  “Such a tight cunt.” His eyes were wide and intense.

  Her channel vibrated, squeezing his stabbing cock. This wasn’t like any time before. This was primal and explosive. He made it that way. Pushing her to hold back her orgasm was taking her to new heights of sexual pleasure she’d not known possible. He’d done that for her, and that made her crave him all the more.

  Her juices stirred inside her, and she prayed he would let her have her release. He’d stirred up such passion in her that if he didn’t allow her soon, she thought she might lose her mind.

  He seemed to be able to read her mind when he said, “Sugar, you want to come now?”

  She nodded. The crashing waves inside her rose higher and higher.