Passion's Claim

by Devyn Douglas

  But he never intended to share this place with Autumn.

  She’d been…an impulse. An itch he’d desperately needed to scratch though he knew in his gut she wasn’t suited for a permanent place within this lifestyle. But her instantaneous submission to them had him speculating.

  Fucking shit ass.

  Lance knew goddamned good and well why Kade never intended to make Autumn more than a casual fling, yet her being here guaranteed she’d be more than that in one way or another. He’d be a fool to think the fuckers who’d been his friends for longer than rationally possible wouldn’t snap her up in a heartbeat.

  And why should he care?

  A part of him wished to hell he could believe he didn’t, yet the fists he’d clinched since she’d sashayed into the lion’s den had irrefutably proven he cared a hell of a lot more about her than he’d expected. That alone was enough reason to go out and pummel the jackasses who conspired to get her here. And to think, he’d stayed away from her for the past few weeks, determined to keep her at arm’s length even though he knew his hunger for her was nowhere near sated.

  Few women made it past the first night. Hell, only two had, and they’d both turned out to be the money-hungry pariahs he’d expected. One mention of the multi-million-dollar Brigade Enterprises he and the others ran and women flocked around them like bees on flowers.

  He’d been a sexual dominant for as long as he could remember. Though he didn’t crave a full-time slave like some Doms did, the thought of Autumn in his life made a part of him stir he’d thought long dead.

  He’d kill them.

  If he survived this little adventure they’d planned. It was the off-season, a time when the resort focused on enhancing the private suites and adding special treats for those who dabbled more frequently. A few patrons, like Marissa and Shana, had become full-timers and resided here.

  Those two subs, along with a couple of others Kade hadn’t met, had their hands full with twenty resident Doms. The Pleasure Brigade had been founded years ago during tumultuous college experiences and a desperate need to find common ground and explore a need they’d all had. The Brigade erupted into much more as they grew in maturity and financial success. It was now a thriving organization that dominated in the financial and business sectors far more than it did here at the meager retreat.

  But Kade didn’t give a shit about any of that right now.

  The elevator clinked on the monitor and his heart slammed into his gut, twisting until he thought his balls would fall off from the pain. He’d wanted to fuck her so many times over the past few weeks. Each time he’d gotten closer and closer to going to that pathetic excuse of an apartment in New York, all for a chance to taste her sweet lips one more time.

  And trail his tongue across that wet slit Lance had tormented him with on the security monitors.

  Kade prowled toward the door and opened it up to glare down the hall at Lorenzo, who slowed his pace and leaned over to whisper something into Autumn’s ear. Jealousy flashed through him, an unacceptable emotion he’d experienced few times. Hell, he’d battled it more today than ever before.

  The Brigade always shared women, if they were willing—and they were always willing. He rarely played with women with hard limits against ménages. He found such openness exhilarating and a flavor he couldn’t imagine not having in a relationship. Not that he intended to ever have one of those. He was about as commitment phobic as a man could get. He hadn’t fucked a girl more than once in…a hell of a long time. Most of the scenes he participated in never involved sex. He couldn’t imagine not having sex with Autumn though.

  His cock throbbed at the thought as blood rushed to his groin. A curt command to hurry disappeared from his tongue when Autumn’s hazel gaze met his. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes barely open as she sighed and smiled. “You’re here.”

  “I’m here.” He stepped into the hall and held out his hands as Lorenzo set her down.

  Kade regretted wanting to sever Lorenzo’s jugular earlier when his friend grazed her cheek with another soft kiss. His friends knew how to keep a woman in euphoric bliss, a sensual arousal so fierce the smallest touch kept them a step away from the release they craved.

  And that’s where they’d left Autumn. The red silk robe clung to her lush curves, accentuating the red highlights in her curly, long brunette hair. Jasmine wafted through the air as he ran his hands through the mass and grasped the base of her neck. She groaned in awareness as he squeezed lightly, a small notice that he was to be the focus of her attention now.

  A moment’s guilt flashed through his mind as he realized he was about to violate the rules once again and fuck her without negotiating with her. But tonight wasn’t about submission or setting up a perfect scene for them both. Tonight was about Autumn and the hunger she awakened in him.

  Her hands ran down his chest as she leaned into him. “I missed you.”

  The admission slammed what control he had straight to his cock. He wrapped his arms around her, determined to have some semblance of rational thought, if only for Lorenzo’s sake. Once the door was closed he intended to do exactly what Lance had predicted—claim that sweet pussy of hers until she gasped his name.

  Lorenzo touched Autumn’s arm. Concern flashed across his friend’s features as he forced her gaze to meet his. “Remember your safety word, Autumn?”

  She nodded. “Vanilla.”

  “Very good.” Lorenzo smiled at her and rubbed her arm before touching the bracelet. “And remember, this red button is in case you get scared or need help. Don’t ever be afraid to use it.”

  “She’ll have no need of it.” Anger seized Kade’s sanity. It was a cautionary lecture they always had with subs, especially inexperienced ones like Autumn. Guilt flooded his thoughts. “Sorry, man.”

  “No worries.” Lorenzo squeezed Autumn’s arm slightly. “Did you hear me, Autumn?”

  “Yes Sir. The red button calls Stryker.”

  Lorenzo chuckled. “I see he made quite an impression for you to remember his name so easily.”

  “He reminds me of Lance.” The dreamy way she spoke the name twisted the jealousy clanging in Kade’s gut.

  “They are certainly similar.” Lorenzo turned to leave. “Until later, pet.”

  Kade unwrapped Autumn from around him and grasped her hair again. “Remember your safety word, Autumn.”

  “Vanilla,” she whispered, her soft breath falling on his chest where his shirt parted.

  “From now on the only response I expect from you is ‘Yes Sir’. Understand?”

  Her breath hitched slightly as her eyes opened wider. Good. That scared her out of a bit of the sexual haze Lance had put her in. Conceit demanded Kade be the one to take her to the heights of pleasure.

  “Good.” He turned her and led her, half pushing, half carrying, into the suite. “I only have two rules for you to follow tonight, Autumn. Be honest and communicate what you’re feeling. Understand?”

  “Yes Sir.” Autumn gulped the response as she curled her toes into the plush beige carpeting. Her pussy clenched as her gaze wandered across the suite to the massive four-poster bed looming in the bedroom with… Her heart halted. Restraints. Warm hands pressed against her neck, Kade’s ragged breath fell in her ear.

  “Your pulse is racing. What excited you?”

  She stammered for a response. Dear God, she needed him in her. Twenty questions could wait until after she’d extinguished the cataclysmic orgasm ebbing within her. The robe slipped from her shoulders and to the carpet.

  “I’ve fantasized about having you restrained under me, spread-eagle and writhing as I fuck you hard.” He tweaked her hardened nipple until she moaned softly in response. “I’m going to fuck you so many ways, so hard, you’ll regret coming here, Autumn.”

  Was that even possible? Anticipation threaded through her pulse and flailed her. “I thought about…” She paused, unable to verbalize her wicked fantasies.

  A smile spread on his face. Her fingers itche
d to run through his black hair and down his muscular frame. She’d longed for him so many nights.

  “Come this way.” He pulled her toward a small seating area, adorned with a leather sofa and a matching black ottoman. He motioned toward it. “Lie down on this, facing up.”

  Fire spread in her belly as she complied. “Yes Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He stood over her as she looked up. His fingers skimmed her skin from her shoulder to her left wrist. “We’ll start slow, even though it may kill me.”

  A leather restraint wrapped around her left wrist. She watched as he secured it, his finger pressing between it and her flesh. He repeated it with her right wrist before sliding his hands down her body.

  “So beautiful.” Hot breath rippled across her breasts. His tongue laved a nipple and he groaned. “You taste better than I remember. I didn’t think that was possible.”

  The softly whispered statement floated in her. He reached down and secured her ankles. She tugged on the restraints, testing them. Moisture slickened her pussy as she realized she was splayed out, unable to move.

  His mouth claimed hers with a kiss meant to brand her as his. His tongue demanded her surrender. She moaned and accepted his command. He licked, nibbled, bit and suckled until she writhed in frustration. He pinched her nipples when she bit his lip, demanding a deeper taste of his mouth.

  His tongue lapped at her pulse. “I’ve been wanting to taste you since you entered the lobby.”

  “You saw me?” Curiosity thrust her into a heightened state of awareness as his fingers crawled their way under her arm and down her rib cage.

  “I’ve seen everything.” His fingers entered her. “Damn, you’re wetter than I imagined.”

  She writhed against his hand. His thumb rubbed her clit. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the waves crashing around her as her pussy clutched his fingers. He kissed her belly and moved to her thighs, kissing each one softly before moving upward.

  “We aren’t close to done yet.” His fingers moved in her. His breath brushed across her clit. Autumn had never been a prude, but being pleasured like this had always been something she avoided. She didn’t know why, but having someone perform such an intimate act seemed…

  She moaned when his tongue swept across her clit. His fingers moved inside her, stroking gently. A moan escaped her parted lips.

  “Taste yourself.”

  She shook her head and retreated from the fingers near her mouth.

  “Your only response is ‘Yes Sir’. Nothing else, Autumn.”

  She shivered at his commanding tone. “Yes Sir.” Her lips parted and sinful guilt gave way to an insatiable need to pleasure the man dominating her. Kade. She suckled his finger, closing her eyes as heat rose up her cheeks.

  “You taste so good, Autumn.” His tongue swept across her wet pussy. “I knew you would.”

  She writhed in a compound of shock and desire as his tongue swept inside her. Pleasure shot through her body when his mouth settled over her clit and he sucked. His fingers fucked her deeper, harder as he groaned against her. Her body shook with an orgasm stronger than she’d ever experienced. All that existed was Kade’s mouth and his luscious fingers as she rode them hard, demanding them deeper in her. Tugging on her restraints, she thrust her body toward him, toward the hot mouth sucking and nibbling softly on her clit.

  “No one else will taste you. You’re mine.”

  She closed her eyes and expended the breath she hadn’t remembered holding on the last crescendo of unbelievable bliss. Holy shit.

  “That’s only the beginning.” Kade stood. His hands moved to his belt. Her eyes wandered to the bed. “I can’t make it that far. I need you now.”

  He removed his polo shirt, the same hunter-green the other men had worn. Kicking off his shoes, he stared down at her, his lips thinned and his face etched with a grim expression.

  “You shouldn’t have come here, Autumn. I can’t protect you from this life, not fully.”

  “I don’t want your protection, only you.” She tugged on the restraints. “Let me touch you.”

  Kade stepped out of his pants. Autumn stared, transfixed by the hard contours of his chest. Her fingers itched to run through the small patch of hair, across a nipple, and then follow the thin trail down his abdomen to the thick cock she longed to taste once again. No matter how many times she saw him like this, sinewy flesh and primal need, she’d never tire of the fiery gaze scanning her body as if she were the most beautiful woman imaginable.

  “You don’t have permission to speak.” He leaned down, his breath hot in her ear. “Every ounce of my control is needed to keep me from ramming into that sweet pussy. I had so many plans for you once I got back to New York, Autumn. What am I going to do with you now?”

  His hands cupped her face as his mouth captured hers in a voracious kiss meant to punish. His tongue dueled with hers, a battle she lost when he groaned. Not that she’d wanted to win. She writhed upward to meet his body, but his hands pressed her down at the waist and pinned her.

  He broke their kiss. “So insatiable.”

  “Touch me, please.” Pleasure drummed in her pulse when he kissed her neck. He pinched her nipple when she tried to writhe upward again. Pain shot through her chest and pooled moisture between her thighs.

  Kade pulled a condom from his pants and sheathed his cock. “Topping from the bottom is very bad, Autumn. If I didn’t want to fuck you so bad I’d punish you.” He plunged into her slick pussy in one stroke. “But this isn’t a scene and you feel too good on my cock.”

  Being restrained added an element of desperation, a compulsion to touch. His hands moved her hips and created the rhythm he wanted, hard thrusts deep enough to drive the breath from her lungs on gasps and screams.

  Kade undid the leg restraints and drew her legs to his shoulders. She took the few moments his hands were occupied to move her hips down on his cock in a slow, sensual stroke. As much as she wanted to ride him in a languid fashion, the need grappling her insides demanded the same explosive tempo he used when he grasped her hips and entered her again.

  The new position pressed him farther into her, though she’d doubted that possible. He leaned down, his breath hot in her ear. Her mouth sought his skin. Warmth danced across her tongue. She bit his shoulder when he rubbed his cock against her clit, then entered her again, this time with the slow, sensual thrust she’d used earlier.

  Pleasure exploded within her. His thumb rubbed her clit. A groan filled the air, but she couldn’t tell whether it was his or hers. He thrust one last time and kissed her before collapsing on her.

  Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, a pounding promise she hadn’t died and emerged in some hedonistic version of the boring life she’d led. Her ex-boyfriend, Mister Missionary-Once-a-Week, would stroke out if he could see her now.

  Not that she would’ve trusted him to restrain her, even if he’d somehow grown the balls to try. No, she’d been a fool to even suggest it the one time she had. Hell, she’d been so desperate for anything above mediocre sex with something not battery-operated, she hadn’t realized what she’d learned with Kade—her body reacted to not only the man but his experience.

  The man exuded confidence and control in everything he did. And she couldn’t wait to experience more, assuming he didn’t shove her on the next plane back to New York. She’d been shocked to learn he hadn’t invited her here, but that surprise gave way to curiosity now, as her ragged breathing returned to a somewhat manageable version of normal.

  “I’d intended on tormenting you, drawing out your pleasure.” He released her ankle restraints.

  “I wouldn’t have survived that.” Autumn kissed his shoulder where she bit him. “I’m afraid I left my mark.”

  “Something tells me I’ll have quite a few of those after your stay here.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me about this place?”

  “You had enough to wrap that sexy, vanilla head of yours around that night.” Kade ran his fingers across
her lips. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

  “I haven’t run away screaming, have I?”

  “You may after tomorrow.” Kade released her arms.

  Anticipation curled within Autumn. Running her hands down his arms, she smiled up at him. “I can’t imagine running from you.”

  “I hope you’re right, Autumn. I really do.” Kade’s voice was edged with seriousness as he stood. “But you’ve got a lot of thinking to do tonight. Come tomorrow there’s no turning back from seeing this side of my life. If you decide you’d rather not discover more of this lifestyle, I’ll take you to the airport.”

  “And what then?”

  “Then we’ll try like hell to pretend those meddling assholes didn’t shove this onto you. I never meant for you to learn of this place, not like this. You should’ve been eased into your submissiveness.” He motioned for her to stand. She complied and he smiled. “So insatiably obedient.”

  Warmth trickled within her when he held out the silk robe for her. Donning it, she tugged it closed and looked up at him. “You don’t think I’m ready for this, do you?”

  “I think you should be in New York, tucked safely in your bed.”

  Autumn wrapped her arms around Kade’s waist and drew him closer. “I’d rather be under you in yours.”

  Chapter Six

  I’d rather be under you in yours.

  Autumn’s words gripped Kade and squeezed like a vise, unrelenting in their determination to undermine his control. Drawing a pair of shorts over his hips, he glanced at her splayed on the bed, her gorgeous ass peeking out from under the covers, as if to mock his intent to leave her sleeping. His cock hardened and he turned in self-disgust.