His Devil's Rage

by Linzi Basset

  “I can't fucking believe we were so blind all these years. Thinking back, it was so easy for them to manipulate us. We had no reason to suspect either of them.”

  “Which was how they managed to always be one step ahead of us. They had access to all our plans, our operations, and we openly discussed intel with them on skype during our weekly feedback meetings.”

  “Now they have both disappeared, Max tried to track the chopper they used to get away from The Sauna House but they obviously had a scrambler on board. It’s a dead end.”

  Bruce’s gaze caught the two women heading back their way. “We better get everyone up to speed tomorrow. One way or the other, we need to find them before they make a move.” He lowered his voice. “Because believe me, Rhone, what’s coming is nothing short of disaster.”

  “Why are the two of you hiding out here?” Samantha asked as they joined them.

  “We needed a little fresh air, love.” Rhone planted a tender kiss on her forehead. “The Devil’s Parlor is waiting for us, my pet. Shall we?”

  She smiled at him, eager anticipation brightening her face. “We shall, my Master.”

  Bruce watched Morgan as they walked off. She was scanning the Entertainment Room, visibly ill at ease.

  “What’s Wade Moore to you, Morgan?”

  She started and slowly turned her head. “Your club manager?” She shrugged. “I’m not sure I understand the question. I’ve never met the man, just heard his voice earlier.”

  Bruce’s jaw turned rigid. He had hoped they’d reached a level of trust earlier, but whatever Wade was to her, she feared him. So much so that she continued to lie to him.

  “Very well.” He walked back inside. “Follow me, Delilah. The Devil’s Den is waiting for us.” He didn’t bother to check if she followed, he was too angry and disappointed.

  By the time he closed the door of the room behind her, he had his emotions and anger under control. One glance at his stoic expression was enough to warn Morgan that the powerful Dom was once again in full control. She looked around warily. The room was luxurious and plush, decorated in deep autumn shades with a massive bed on the one side, a small seating area with lush brown leather sofas, and in the one corner, a spanking bench. A large mirror on the one wall offered an added soft glow from the reflection of the light sconces on the walls and the bedside lamps.

  Bruce moved around the bed. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. She’d watched with fascinated wonder earlier how a Dom had twisted and turned a sub upside down in a sex swing. Similar to the one he was securing from a steel bar above the bed. He glanced her way.

  “Undress, Delilah.”

  Morgan licked her lips, suddenly nervous to be naked in front of him. When she’d straddled him early that morning, she’d been naked but secure in the knowledge that her back was hidden from view. Here, the scars that crisscrossed her back as a constant reminder and trophy of the demented Sheikh’s determination to break her, would be glaringly visible. Bruce made her feel beautiful, desired and she hated to think how disgusted he’d be at the gruesome disfigurement of her otherwise marble-like skin.

  “Now, sub.”

  The dark warning in his voice spurred her to action. Her thighs quivered in memory of his hard shaft stroking deep inside her. She licked her lips as excitement stirred to life when she noticed him removing his leather vest from the corner of her eye. She struggled out of the tight leather shorts, muttering all the time. She straightened and untied the crisscross ribbons holding the waistcoat corset together.

  And froze.

  Holy fucking hell. She could do no more than gape in awe as Bruce straightened and flung his leathers over the back of the sofa. Fully clothed, Bruce packed a punch on a woman’s libido but naked … he completely destroyed it. Her body broke out in gooseflesh as ripples of unadulterated lust coursed through her. Her eyes feasted upon his gladiator-like physique. Her stomach did a backflip as his muscles rippled when he turned. Their eyes met and her fascination with his body dissipated with the amused sparkle in his eyes and that sexy thing he did with his eyebrow. His lips curved upward. Her chest expanded with the deep breath she hacked into her lungs. She could almost feel the heat of his mouth on her skin even though he stood a few feet from her.

  “Need some help, squirt?”

  His deep voice found resonance deep inside her. It toggled at the innate desire to not only please him but to rock his world, destroy the ironclad control he had over his emotions and body.

  Morgan was shocked at her own thoughts, especially in lieu of the fact that intimacy had been a problem since her return. Until that morning, that is. Ever since then, it was the only thing milling through her mind; the need for his full possession. He had unlocked her sensuality, burdened down by memories for far too long, and all her fears had dissolved.

  The corset slipped from her arms as she kicked off her shoes. His eyes holding hers captive told her of his own lust, his admiration for her nakedness, now covered from head to toe in an enticing rosy blush. She picked up the hot pants and with quick economic moves folded them before she placed them on the sofa.

  “Jesus Christ.” Bruce’s raw cry brought her head up with a start, only to encounter a mass of muscle in front of her. He gently spun her around and pushed her hair over her shoulder, baring her back. His voice grated with a roughness that sounded like steel over a grater.

  “They whipped you?”

  Morgan bit her lip; her eyes fell closed as she felt him trace the lines with a gentle finger.

  “I thought Jahayman treasured you as his personal concubine?”

  “He did, but prior to that, a roaming bastard of the desert, Sheikh Abdullah stole me on the way there. I refused to give in to his demands—” Her voice broke. It took a couple of heaves before she could continue. “Those are a result of one whipping by his master of arms, as he was called.”

  “He shouldn’t have done that.”

  Morgan’s neck arched as she felt his warm lips caress each scar.

  “It’s in the past, Master Goliath, and I’ve managed to move on.”

  Bruce didn’t say anything further but carefully locked the name away for further investigation at a later stage. He was furious that anyone cared so little for the beauty and softness of a woman’s skin that they would maim her like this. He could only imagine how she must have suffered through it. The scars were linear hypertrophic with a slightly rope-like appearance, indicating they were almost mature. They were deep and the probability of completely removing them was slim. Bruce forced down his fury and guided her toward the bed.

  “You’re right, my pet. Now isn’t the time to rehash the past. Let concentrate on the here and now … and the sex swing.”

  “I … er … don’t you think we’re a little too old to play with swings?” She eyed the contraption skeptically, dutifully getting on the bed. She realized that once strapped into it, she’d be completely at Bruce’s mercy.

  He chuckled. “There are swings and then there are these swings. Believe me, Delilah, you’re going to beg for playtime in one of them many times in the future.” He strapped her in while talking.

  For the briefest moment panic overwhelmed her. She felt like prey to a spider. No matter how she yanked on her cuffed wrists or twisted her body, the gentle sway of the swing held her in its grasp.

  “Easy, baby.” His warm hand wrapped around her knee while the other brushed a sizzling path on the inside of her thigh. “Tonight, is all about pleasure. Our equal pleasure. No punishments or pain.”

  Her eyes found his. Her nipples tightened in memory of the clamps earlier and the promise he’d made. The twitch of his lips told her he knew exactly where her thoughts had wandered. He flicked an insolent finger over her clitoris. She gasped, feeling the feathered touch all the way into her loins. The chains holding the swing in place clanked as her hips jerked in reaction.

  “I won’t forget, Delilah. I can’t wait to clamp this little nub to your tits and watch
you crawl naked down the stairs at my house.”

  “You … what?” she croaked at the vision that flashed in her mind. She winced just thinking of crawling in front of him, with his eyes feasting on her spread open pussy, maybe with his hand brushing over it, urging her on to go faster with a slap on her ass. She bit back a moan as a flush of heat filled her veins.

  Good lord, Morgan! Where the hell did that come from?

  She puffed out a breath of expectation when he pulled on one of the straps to spread her legs wider.

  “Oh,” she cried out and grabbed onto the leather strip, feeling herself topple backward. Bruce’s eyes darkened as they homed in on her essence. He inhaled her intoxicating scent with flaring nostrils.

  “You have the most seductive fragrance, my pet. I can fall asleep with my nose buried between your legs.” He chuckled at the dark red blush blooming over her cheeks as his fervent gaze paid homage to her beauty while he brushed his palm over her labia. “Such a beautiful sight,” he murmured as he leaned forward to place soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. “And so soft,” he said, flicking his tongue against her quivering skin.

  Morgan panted, holding onto the swing for dear life as Bruce yanked on the straps.

  “Noo,” she shrieked as her hips tilted upward and her shoulders came to rest on the bed. It was the most erotic sight to behold. Her legs spread open wide with Bruce’s lips trailing tantalizingly closer to her weeping center. She could swear he had sparked to life every nerve ending on her body. It was such an intense sensation, she was left panting.

  “And juicy. Let’s not forget about that.”

  She watched wide eyed how her hips jerked in a wild dance as he continued to nibble on her tasty flesh. Resurging heat blazed through her loins.

  “Oh lord,” she moaned low in her throat as she noticed the iridescent trail of saliva that formed in the wake of the lazy lick all along her pelvis. She shivered as it cooled her heated skin.

  “Hot too … scorching, in fact.” Bruce’s voice intensified every action. Deep, comforting, and arousing like the devil itself. Her breathing hitched in her throat as he brushed her already swollen labia before slowly inserted an errant finger. “So fucking wet too,” he growled, adding another finger to explore her soft inner walls, probing deeper, all the while taking note of every nuance that flashed over her face. He exulted in the short gasps as her lips thinned with increasing pleasure.

  “Tonight, Delilah, you’re going to meet the beast you’ve awakened inside me.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “What do you say when you get scared or overwhelmed and you need me to back off a little?”

  Morgan struggled to compute what he was saying, too enamored by the fervent look in his eyes, a sign of his own rising lust. “Y-yellow,” she stammered. She tightened the muscles in her legs and forced her pussy harder against his hand, desperate for more.

  “Master Goliath … I—”

  Bruce’s jaw locked as he found the bundle of nerves at the front of her vagina and toggled it, triggering a raw cry from her lips. Her hips bucked in desperation.

  “And if I’m too rough and you need me to stop?”

  “No! Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she cried, twisting and turning as he leisurely pumped his fingers inside her.

  “I want to know, Delilah. What will stop me?”

  “Red!” she all but screamed at him, arching her back and doing her utmost to raise her hips higher, canting them wildly against his rapacious mouth on her thighs, overwrought by desperation to feel his tongue and lips taste her.

  “Good girl,” he said in a dark voice. His lips trailed over her labia, eliciting a husky moan from her as shards of pleasure penetrated her loins.

  “Yes,” she moaned as he gently nibbled on the satiny folds. Heat surged through her veins as his lips pulled on her labia, sucking hungrily. As easy as that, her mind was tossed into a swirl of sensations she had no idea how to cope with.

  “I can’t … oh shit! It’s too much,” she cried as Bruce pulled on the straps once again. Her knees moved toward her shoulders. She panted as she was flung into a whirlpool of vulnerability that assailed her. Completely laid bare and spread wide open, all she could do was stare at his face, drowning in the bright silver beams that kept her gaze captive.

  “Don’t be afraid to use your safeword, Morgan, because I’m going to devour you and then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t know where you end and I begin.”

  Morgan shook her head, her mind numb but her body tingled in preparation for his promise. Her back arched as he lapped at her clit, drawing circles over the nub until she wailed in a high-pitched voice.

  “More! Suck my clit. Now, Master Goliath!”

  She beseeched him with feverish eyes, licking her suddenly dry lips as her hips thrashed higher. It was the first time in her life that she was on the verge of unraveling, her equilibrium completely destroyed. She was assailed by foreign sensations surging through her body and mind. She squirmed and twisted against his mouth in an ebullition of unbridled pleasure. Her loins ached and throbbed as he conceded and wildly sucked her clit, inflaming the nub, pushing her relentlessly closer to the edge.

  “More,” she demanded huskily. “Inside! I want to feel your tongue inside me.”

  “With pleasure, my pet. Let’s see how wild you are for it then. Fuck my tongue, Delilah.”

  His words were still echoing in her ears when he spread her soft, puffy lips open to caress the fleshy walls of her channel with his stiff tongue. He savored the sticky nectar he found on her silky skin. Plunging in and out, he reveled in her gasps as he swirled the tip to lap at the satiny walls.

  “Lord, that feels good,” she moaned as she thrashed against his face, the swing aiding her canting hips to grind her pussy into his mouth. She fucked his tongue with a reckless wantonness. Her inhibitions were totally destroyed by the passion that ruled her body.

  “I’m coming. Please, Sir … may I?” she remembered to plead, her eyes searching his with desperation. His gaze offered the permission; he blinked once. It was all she needed. Her scream bounced off the walls as she lost herself in the inebriety of the orgasm that rippled through her loins. Heat surged through her veins as Bruce continued to caress the soft swell of her stomach and pinched her nipples.

  Morgan was still battling to find her breath when Bruce yanked on the straps. She gasped in surprise as suddenly she was facing downward, gently swinging above the bed.

  “Oh god, what are you doing?” she gasped as he went on his knees behind her. He positioned his hard cock against her wet slit.

  He leaned over her, fisting his hand around a tuft of her hair to whisper into her ear, “It’s my turn. Don’t fight the sway of the swing, Delilah. I’m going to use it to ride you. This morning was all for you, this is for me … for us and when I’m done, you won’t be able to move.”

  “Master … noo,” she moaned, feeling bereft as his hardness disappeared.

  “Easy, little one, I’m still here,” he murmured and toggled her sensitive clit with teasing pats. She relaxed as the sound of crinkling paper told her he was ripping open a condom package. Sheathed and ready, his hard heat returned to probe at her entrance.

  His large hand gentled her with a smooth caress over her buttocks as he leaned back to watch his large cockhead spread open her labia.

  “Ah yes … fucking beautiful,” he grunted as he watched it disappear inside her small pussy. He kept pushing, reveling in her sensual whimpers, continuing until he was hilt deep inside her. His hand tightened around her hair until her neck arched back, her breasts tightening and stabbing the air with their hardening tips. “Yes,” he drawled. “Just like that, at my mercy.”

  Morgan was surprised that the word didn’t elicit an icy veneer to douse her ardor. For the first time, she couldn’t even conjure up the visions that always intervened at times like this. She was too aroused, too desperate to finally experience Bruce’s lust unleashed. She whimpered as she clenched
her pussy around his shaft. She was already stretched to the max to accommodate his wide girth; the weight of his hot pulsing cock deep inside her filled her with unexpected urgency.

  “Are you waiting for an invitation, Sir? Or do you need some advice on how to proceed?” she taunted, desperate to feel his strength take full possession of her.

  Bruce’s deep chuckle soaked through her skin to bring forth a delightful tingle in her loins.

  “Now you’ve clinched your fate, squirt.” He leaned over her back, his arm circled her waist to pinch her nipples and pull them as far as they would go. Her raw cry soothed the beast inside him. “Remember, Delilah, you’ve been warned.” His whisper sounded ominous but all it achieved was to increase her fervor. She pushed back against him, holding her breath as Bruce tugged on the straps of the swing, moving her forward allowing his cock to slowly pull out. “Ready, baby?” He waited until she breathed in to respond and slammed back inside her, hard and to the hilt.

  Again and again.

  “Holy shit,” Morgan screamed incoherently. Her mind became a minestrone soup of sensations as he continued to use the swing to pound into her.

  Morgan was lost in a vortex of euphoria, shuddering from head to toe, utterly broadsided by the powerful possession of her body as climax after climax shattered her equilibrium. The furnace inside her yielded to his expert stoking, every slide of his hardness, heated her core to prime her body for yet another onslaught.

  Bruce didn’t bother to stay his unrepentant hunger. Instead, he closed his mind to everything but her. How she reacted and her passion that continued to burn and set free the beast inside him. For the first time, he deliberately allowed the wildness inside him free, desperate for a deeper connection. One that would seal their destiny and bind her to him unconditionally.

  Her cries for more drove him to speed up, slamming into her so hard and fast that her ass cheeks rippled and spread open.

  “You amaze me, baby,” Bruce growled amidst the sound of slapping skin; a lascivious accompaniment to their carnal moans.