Passion's Claim

by Devyn Douglas

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  Passion’s Claim Copyright © 2017 Devyn Douglas

  Cover art by Alannah Lynne

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  Author’s Note

  This is a republished work which was originally published as two works under my alter ego, Cara Carnes. Passion Next Door and Passion’s Claim encompassed the same heroine and hero. Now that I have creative control on the presentation of the story, I’ve merged the two stories into one work as they were originally intended.

  This is a work of fiction. If practicing the BDSM lifestyle in real life, please remember— Safe. Sane. Consensual. Communication and negotiation are critical components of the lifestyle.

  Book one in The Pleasure Brigade series.

  Once a month, Autumn Scott indulges in her voyeuristic fantasy thanks to a very sexy, very loud neighbor, who has no idea his encounters fuel her lust. Until she gets caught.

  Now Autumn finds herself exploring her ultimate fantasy—submission. But the stakes are raised when Kade presents her with a twist to his usual play. He wants to add three friends to the game. Together the four men indulge her naughtiest desires and prove the pleasure she’d experienced before was only the beginning.

  One weekend with her sexy neighbor awakens her kinky side and the invitation he’d left open was too good to pass up. Come play with me.

  Autumn Scott succumbs to temptation and journeys to The Brigade, a private BDSM resort, for another naughty weekend with sexy neighbor Kade Berges. She expects a chance to further explore her fantasies, but finds herself wanting more when Kade and his three friends push her boundaries and welcome her into their world.

  Kade Berges hadn’t intended to share more than a few nights of passion with his insatiable New York neighbor, but thanks to meddling friends, he finds himself unwilling to accept anything less than Autumn’s full submission. Whether she’s ready remains to be seen.

  Chapter One

  Autumn Scott took a full swallow of wine and glanced nervously at the clock.

  Twenty minutes.

  She removed her towel and ran her hands down to her hardened nipples and flicked them. The anticipation continued building each time even though she knew it was wrong. But she couldn’t resist.

  Autumn padded to her bed and slid her favorite red satin negligee over her head, savoring the feel of the material as it caressed her sensitized skin. Reclining on the bed, she inhaled the scent of the vanilla candle she’d lit earlier. It was her neighbor’s fault for being so charismatic during their brief interludes. He created a sexual awareness within her she wished would remain comatose.

  This one night a month was her favorite—the night she succumbed to her voyeuristic inclinations and became the woman under her sexy neighbor. Casual glances in the hallway on her jaunts to the trash chute or the mail kiosk were the only visual stimulus she had of her neighbor, but those lean thighs tightly covered by faded denim jeans were certainly memorable. The sexy, charming come-hither smile offset the dimples in his cheeks and the tousled appearance of his slightly longer than short black hair.

  Click clack. Click clack.

  Her pulse raced as she moved toward the door. Since she and her neighbor were the only ones on this floor, so she knew this was her—the one she’d be sharing him with tonight. Peering through her partially open door, Autumn noticed a flash of long blonde hair as the woman made her way to his door and knocked.

  The woman moved so that her silhouette was in Autumn’s view as she waited. She was a blonde who dressed provocatively—she lacked the finesse the brunettes from prior months had. The woman revealed too much of herself in the black sequined dress that barely reached beyond her upper thighs. Those who dressed tastefully got the most attention from him, they screamed the loudest.

  He wouldn’t like the blonde. Then again, maybe he would. It wasn’t as if she’d seen her for very long. Autumn sighed and made her way back to her bedroom.

  Settling into her bed, she grabbed her favorite dildo from her bedside table and set it beside her. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she mentally reasoned she was entitled to this. If he didn’t want her listening in, he should be quieter with his sexcapades. Of course, the paper-thin walls of the small New York City apartments didn’t help when it came to privacy.

  The guilt would come. But first, it was her turn. Autumn rubbed her nipples through her negligee, her head leaned against the thin wall separating her from her neighbor’s bedroom. She blocked all noises from the bustling street below her open window and closed her eyes, concentrating on the sounds drifting in from the next room.

  The loud moans always got her attention, followed by the naughty words, which sent a shiver of anticipation through her body. He liked it rough and made sure he was in control. Each scream of delight emitted from his bedroom spurred her desire.

  A feminine gasp drifted through the wall. The playtime had begun.

  Leather on skin. It was a flogger-on-flesh sound that had made its way through the walls enough for Autumn to recognize and her pulse raced with anticipation. He wasn’t going to disappoint her tonight.

  The woman’s moans and gasps filtered into Autumn’s ears and she shivered, almost able to feel the dance of leather against her own back. How would she respond if it were her? She’d never been dominated even though she’d fantasized about it. Her last boyfriend was as far from experimental as a guy could get.

  She’d wasted two months with that asshole Trey Wentworth only to find out the only sex he enjoyed was missionary. Once a week. He wouldn’t even consider dominating her or indulging any of her naughtier fantasies. But that was history now, and two months later she was ready to move on and forget all about him and the vanilla encounters.

  “Gorgeous tits, slut.” His raspy voice made her shiver as she imagined him tasting her flesh, sucking her nipples with his hot mouth. She slid the negligee off her shoulders and exposed her breasts fully. Her fingers pinched the hard nubs as the woman’s gasps filled the air.

  What was he doing?

  “I knew they’d taste good.” She massaged her breasts, squeezing them as she imagined his tongue sliding against her skin. Her nipples hardened in response.

  Autumn bit her lip to suppress her moan as she writhed and leaned her head back against the wall. It was an awkward time to be grateful for a low-paying job in a pricey city like New York, but the thought raced through her mind. If she’d had enough money, she would’ve gotten a real bedroom set with a headboard and it would’ve masked more of the activity from next door.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  Autumn moaned. “God, yes.”

  “Are you wet, slut?”

  She was. Autumn spread her legs and trailed her fingers up her inner thighs, savoring the way her skin felt. It’d be so much better if
it were his hand on her now. His mouth taunting her nipples. His tongue licking a path up her thighs.

  “I can’t wait to taste you.” She shivered at the way his words matched her fantasy. Reality collided with her desires, leaving her wet and ready for whatever pleasure he could bring her.

  A soft sigh of pleasure escaped from her parted lips, her breath became labored. Her fingers delved inside her, her thumb still working her clit. He knew exactly what to say, even though he wasn’t in the room. The faint sound of his voice drove her over the edge. “Come for me, slut. Let me feel my pussy come hard.”

  She sighed imagining the muscular body of her sexy neighbor meshed with hers. Her fingers became his in her mind as the sounds of desire slipped through the thin walls. Once a month she experienced his passion, pretended to be the woman under him.

  The woman’s screams of ecstasy encouraged Autumn’s fingers to rub harder. Did he fuck as hard as she imagined? How fast would she orgasm with him inside her? Pinching her clit, she bit her lip as a loud moan of pleasure escaped. She always tried to be careful—he couldn’t hear her secret delight.

  “That’s right. Come hard for me. You are mine, aren’t you?” The sound of his laughter poured through the vent on the adjoining wall. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Feel my cock ramming into my cunt.”

  Autumn rubbed the dildo over her slick entrance, wishing it were him. Imagining it was, she worked it in and out, her haggard breathing keeping pace with the thrusts.

  “I can’t wait to feel that sweet ass of yours around me.” Laughter filled her ears. Images of him preparing her for entry assailed her. “Oh yes, your ass will be mine. I’ve waited too long not to have it for myself.”

  It was too much to bear. The thought of him dominating her sent her nerve endings over the edge. Autumn’s body shuddered. A cry of pleasure escaped her lips.

  She had not meant to be that loud. What is it about him? The thought whirled in her mind as waves of pleasure cascaded through her body. Once a month he sent her over the edge easier than any man she had been with. She’d wondered why he adhered to the strict schedule. Then again, he was rarely around except for that week.

  Was he a business man? Hell, he could be just about anything for all she knew.

  She didn’t even know his name. Not that it seemed to matter to her raging libido.

  Collapsing against the wall behind her, she battled to get her breathing under control. He would fuck her hard and that was exactly what she needed to ease the ache of her horrible breakup.

  Autumn heard the woman next door laugh and knew her neighbor was done. He hadn’t fucked her nearly as long as he had some of the others. Autumn had known this one would be a disappointment to him.

  She hadn’t meant to spy. But she knew better—he had a routine and her body had learned it by heart. Nine o’clock without fail. That is when they were expected to arrive.

  She heard laughter and knew he was done with her. He always made them laugh right before they had to leave. Sighing, she looked around her sparsely decorated place. The modern décor she had chosen suited her taste, but she wished her budget allowed her to spruce it up just a bit. The walls were bare, except for one black and white photograph of the New York City skyline.

  She had wanted tonight to last longer, but sadly, the woman had let her down too. The clickety clack of her heels echoed in the hallway. He was alone. What did he do after they left? She closed her eyes, imagining him in the shower washing off the remnants of his playtime. She had passed him in the hallway on occasions but never struck up a conversation. What could she say? Thanks for getting me off once a month. Could you maybe do it a bit more often?

  Autumn chuckled and slid under the cool sheets of her bed. The lumpy mattress had taken some getting used to, but living this far into the city meant sacrificing. Comfort and space had been the first to go. She closed her eyes, her body grateful for the one orgasm she had gotten. It could have been so much better.

  Pulling off her negligee, she hastily donned her favorite oversized shirt and a pair of panties.

  The knock on her door startled her. She jumped, her eyes wide as she looked around. Who could that possibly be? She walked to the door and peeked out.

  Shit.

  Her heart leapt into her chest and she leaned against the door, the knock sounding louder the second time around. Why was he knocking? Did he know?

  “I know you are in there, minx. Open the door.” She battled with reason, but opened the door anyway. She was an idiot to obey, but she couldn’t resist the temptation.

  His tall, muscular frame loomed in the expanse of the door until he stepped forward, closed the door and locked it. Her heart slammed into her chest, her pulse raced. Why was he here?

  “Hello, neighbor. I thought maybe it was time for us to introduce ourselves.” The jeans he wore hid the body she had fantasized about.

  She stammered for a response. Irritation should be the first response. Was he always this bold? But she already knew the answer.

  Yes.

  It was why he starred in her fantasies each night and why she looked forward to the 25th of each month. “Hi.”

  He chuckled, the dimples on his cheeks accentuated when he grinned. “Hi back. I’m Kade Berges.”

  She smoothed her hair back behind her ear and smiled. Her hands tugged on the oversized button down shirt she wore, wishing it would come down a little farther. She closed her eyes when his gaze moved over her body.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Autumn.” She hated sounding so shy and weak, but words escaped her. Trying hard to avoid eye contact, she hoped he could not see the way her nipples had hardened the second he walked into her place.

  “Beautiful name for a sexy woman. Tell me, Autumn. Did you get to come tonight?” His hand wound in her hair, his gaze roamed her body. “Because I sure didn’t.”

  She looked him in the eyes. He knew.

  His other hand unbuttoned the three top buttons of her faded blue shirt to expose the swell of her breasts, then slid seductively down her side. His fingers paused at her knee before making a slow sweep up the inside of her thigh. Breathing became difficult when he caressed the juncture of her legs.

  “I see you enjoyed yourself more than I expected. I always love hearing you cry out when you orgasm. I bet it sounds so much better when there isn’t a wall separating us.” Buttons popped off her shirt when he tugged at it. Cool air swept across her exposed breasts. “I didn’t realize I had such a delectable package right next door. If I had known that mewling voice I hear every month came from such a gorgeous body, you would’ve been the one over there.”

  “You knew what I looked like. We’ve met.” She swallowed. “At the chute.”

  A grin formed on his full lips. “I didn’t realize you were here. I hadn’t made the connection.”

  Her heart beat wildly, her thoughts racing as reality slammed headfirst into her darkest fantasies. He was here. Touching her.

  Autumn slid the top off, allowing it to pool on the hardwood floor. “I’m surprised you came over. You never have before.”

  “I decided it was time for you to pay for your pleasure.” He stepped forward and brought himself flush against her body, the cotton material of his top brushed against her nipples. A moan escaped her lips.

  “What type of payment are you talking about?” She stepped back, but his hands quickly wrapped around her waist and brought her body against his.

  Laughter filled the room, his breath warm in her ear. “Not really payment as much as punishment. See, tonight’s lack of pleasure was your fault. I found myself only able to think about you, and what you were doing over here.”

  Tingles went down her spine and she inhaled the scent of his cologne. “I’ve never distracted you before.”

  “Oh but last time you surprised me by screaming for more.” Autumn gasped, recalling how she had begged for more. “Yes, I heard that sexy voice of yours telling me not to stop, and it turned me on. I found m
yself wanting to give you so much more tonight, but couldn’t with her. So you have to be punished for breaking my concentration.”

  Anticipation ran through her when he pulled her away from him slightly. “What were you planning to do?”

  Full lips formed a smile. “Not what I want to do. A spanking for tonight, I believe. But then, next month you will be the center of attention.” His thumb tweaked her nipple. “You’re going to like that, aren’t you?”

  Autumn nodded, unable to speak. Is this really happening? His hand rubbed her damp panties, just enough to make her want to writhe into his palm.

  “It turns you on to know I’m going to do so much more with you than any of the others, doesn’t it?” A finger slid past the cotton barrier and delved into her. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you a great deal, Autumn.”

  She remained silent, unable to convey the need pulsating through her.

  Kade’s voice made her shiver. “Admit you want me, Autumn.”

  “Yes, I’ve wanted to play with you for a while now.” The soft admission was met with a second finger thrusting in her slickened folds. “I couldn’t help myself when I heard…” Unable to continue her thoughts, she moaned loudly when the pad of his thumb slid across her clit.

  “You understand why you are being spanked tonight, don’t you?” Adrenaline flowed through her veins, sending a pool of moisture between her legs.

  “Yes.” The hard pinch to her nipple emitted a moan from her.

  “Yes, what?” His voice rose at the question.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Very good. You heard them say that enough, didn’t you? You should have known how to answer, shouldn’t you?” The husky whisper in her ear made her weak and she leaned against him. Adrenaline surged through her, the lust palpable.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Then I shall double your punishment. Why are you being spanked, Autumn?”