Passion's Claim

by Devyn Douglas

  “Yes Sir.” She arched toward the ice as it withdrew.

  “Where did you run the ice, Jane?” Chase asked. “Here?” The ice trailed down her stomach, pausing at her navel.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  A clatter startled her. Ice hitting a…bucket? The distinct sound of metal rattled in her ears. Ice ran lower, running a horizontal line across her lower abdomen. She moaned and tried to position herself to bring the ice…

  Hands clasped her waist and held her in place. “You don’t have permission to move, sub. We decide what you experience.”

  “Now, now. Let the voracious minx learn on her own,” Chase drawled.

  Autumn gasped when icy shards dribbled onto her clit. Chase’s finger swept across the sensitized bud and rubbed. Ice trailed across her pussy, taunting her wet slit. Back and forth, back and forth. She held her breath when the sensation halted, only to return and press into her.

  Another piece of ice followed, entering her with slow and deliberate strokes that had her writhing against Lorenzo’s strong embrace. Chase rubbed her clit. Lorenzo’s hot breath trailed down her neck as his hands moved up her rib cage. His fingers tweaked and tormented her nipples.

  “Come hard for us, Jane.”

  Her body convulsed. Pleasure spread through her. Chase continued the sensual glide across her clit. He sucked on her nipple. His fingers thrust into her, wrenching more delicious orgasmic waves from her.

  Autumn hung between them, thankful for Lorenzo’s strong hold on her hips as she leaned back to rest on his shoulder. Or chest. She couldn’t tell which and she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was to savor the sensual bliss tumbling through her insides. A soft sigh escaped her.

  “We’ve only just begun, sweetheart.” Chase’s fingers moved inside her, a reminder that even though she’d just experienced ecstasy, they had more plans for her. The thought spiraled moisture between her legs once again. Her ragged breathing continued. “Such a responsive sub.”

  “Many pleasures await you, Jane. Kade will awaken this body to many things.” Lorenzo ran his hand down her thigh. She shivered at the images his words created in her mind. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “That’s good, sub. That voracious sexual appetite of yours will bring him immense pleasure.”

  Autumn didn’t consider herself voracious. Then again, submitting to four men—again—would probably send most people to confessional. She didn’t care what others thought or did though. All that mattered now were the men surrounding her, the hands running across her sensitized skin and igniting a new inferno of need deep within her.

  A squeaking noise drew her attention, followed by Chase’s curse. “This place is falling apart.”

  “It’s a wheel that needs some oil. Not a big deal,” Lance commented.

  “Well, the only thing I should need to oil up is Jane.”

  The statement was the only hint she got as Chase settled in front of her. A vanilla scent wafted to her nostrils as his hands returned to her body, rubbing across her inner thighs in the seductive circles she knew resulted in immense pleasure. Heat spread from her knees to just below her pussy on her left side, while her right side tingled. She moaned.

  “I do love these oils and lubricants,” Chase commented. “Which do you prefer, sub? Do you want to tingle or burn?”

  Why couldn’t she have both? She writhed as his hands massaged her thighs, slickening her skin with two sensations she longed to feel a few inches upward and to the center. “Both, Sir. Please.”

  Lorenzo chuckled. “Greedy little sub you have here, Kade. I’m jealous.”

  Autumn relished the warmth spreading across her left side. Firm hands massaged her front and back. Tingles prickled across her right. She couldn’t tell which of the men applied what, and she didn’t care. Warmth spread through one breast while the other erupted with tiny fingers of need sparking just under the surface. The sensual mixture of sensations spread across her entire body as the two men worked, their breath dancing across her skin.

  She hissed her dissatisfaction each time Chase bypassed her pussy. What she wouldn’t give to feel the mixture there—inside her. God, she needed them inside her. Now.

  Angst crawled within her, clawing at her determination to remain obediently still even though neither Lorenzo nor Chase seemed in any hurry to conclude their ministrations.

  Lorenzo’s hand ran up her thigh from behind. His breath fanned across her earlobe. “You test my control like few have, Jane. Your need laps at me like a kitten in need of milk.”

  His hands massaged her ass cheeks. “Remember your safe word, Jane.”

  Autumn swallowed and nodded, not trusting her voice to respond. Vanilla. What would make him think she was anywhere close to needing it?

  He spread her cheeks. She gasped as something pressed into her.

  “Relax, sub.” Chase’s voice fell across her cheek. Something entered her pussy. She moaned as the sensations taunting her entered her wet pussy and ass. “These are the matching lubricants.”

  Oh my. Autumn couldn’t respond. Warmth spiraled through her insides. Autumn swallowed again.

  A cool breeze brushed across her front as Chase maneuvered away. A hand cupped her cheek moments later. “Drink, sub.”

  She complied.

  Rustling fabric and the sound of foil tearing ignited her need, hurling it into uncharted angst she hoped they intended to sate. The restraints locking the spreading bar between her legs fell away.

  “Relax, Jane.” Lorenzo lifted her, his hands supporting her inner thighs.

  His cock pressed between her ass cheeks and into her. She mewled, a grateful mixture of a sigh and groan. Finally. He held her in place, unmoving in her. Her body accommodated to his presence quickly. Warmth spread through her and he groaned.

  Moments dragged by, but he remained unmoving. She squirmed against him and relished the feel of his cock moving deeper into her.

  “I’ll kill you if you don’t move faster, cowboy.” Lorenzo’s pained voice startled her.

  “Now who’s rushing pleasure?” Chase chuckled as his fingers glided across her wet pussy. “This is how we should’ve taken you that first night in the bathroom, Jane. Restrained and slickened with warm tingles erupting across this gorgeous body of yours.” He entered her.

  The two men thrust in the same sensual tandem she’d relived in her dreams many nights. She clenched both cocks when they slid from her and gasped her gratitude when they returned, lunging deep within her.

  Each thrust catapulted sensations through her body until she exploded, unaware of anything except the need to be fucked hard and deep again and again by the two men filling her. Chase sucked hungrily on her breasts. Lorenzo nipped at her back and rubbed her clit. The sensations were too much. Her mind reeled, unable to process the overload. She clung to the men, locked within a euphoric haze she had no desire to leave.

  Lorenzo groaned and thrust hard into her. She clenched Chase’s cock in response.

  “Fuck.” Chase thrust deep in her one last time.

  Their hot breath filled her ears, both men supporting her with their hands locked around her hips and thighs. They slowly lowered her legs to the ground, their hands massaging her thighs.

  “Very good, sub.”

  “Very good indeed,” Chase drawled.

  One of them reached up and unlatched her wrists. Lorenzo massaged her shoulders and arms. “Remain still, Jane. We won’t let you fall.”

  She clung to them, the bliss spiraling through her extended by their sensual massage and strokes down her limbs. Cool liquid touched her lips.

  “Drink,” Lorenzo ordered.

  Autumn gulped the liquid. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You are very welcome, sub.” Lorenzo cupped her cheek. “And thank you for a beautiful scene, Jane.”

  “Thank you both for…” Embarrassment censured the statement trickling through h
er thoughts. They’d shown her more of the lifestyle she’d been drawn to for years, yet was too fearful to experiment in.

  “Your submission is a beautiful gift.” Chase kissed her forehead. “We will enjoy watching the rest of the scene completed.”

  The rest of the scene? There was more? Her pulse raced when she thought of Kade and Lance.

  “We’ll clean this up and Lance can prep for the next part,” Lorenzo commented. “You want to get Jane cleaned up?”

  “My pleasure,” Kade replied.

  Chapter Seven

  She was his.

  Possessiveness slid across Kade like a glove, one he’d intended to never wear. But the claim of Autumn was more natural right now than his labored breaths as he forced his mind to focus on something other than his raging hard-on. The vixen had crawled her way deeper into his soul and he knew she’d never leave. Watching his two friends with her had been…

  Sheer hell.

  Never had jealousy chewed away at his insides during a scene. The submissive’s pleasure was the sole focus for them all. Yet he’d wanted to be the one slickening Autumn’s gorgeous curves down for the first time. How they’d refrained from claiming that lush mouth of hers was beyond him. They’d accepted a fact he hadn’t until now.

  She was his.

  He wrapped his arm around her and welcomed her heat against him. His cock pressed against her ass as he spun her around. He’d toss her over his shoulder and cart her to the showers if he didn’t think the guys would give him hell afterward. Shit, he didn’t care if they did. He was one level above a caveman, and damn proud of it.

  “Don’t take too long or I’ll join you,” Lance stated.

  Autumn clasped his arm. Pushing on her hip, he directed her toward the bathroom and took a deep breath when they entered. Slamming the door, he locked both locks.

  Her soft laughter wrapped around him like a warm blanket, cocooning him in a need to pamper her. He longed to rip the blindfold off her and forget there was another facet to the scene. But Lance had been right when he’d set this whole trip in motion. There were many things Autumn hadn’t experienced, and she deserved to experience a few of them before deciding whether she wanted something long-term.

  “Locked up all alone with you?”

  Her grin almost melted his resolve to see the scene through. She deserved the heightened pleasure full immersion offered. He grimaced when his cock hardened even more. “You don’t have permission to speak, sub.”

  She swallowed. “Forgive me, Sir.”

  Kade maneuvered her until she was in front of a long counter. He grabbed a towel from the shelf beside him and spread it out on the marble surface. Pressing on the small of her back, he ordered, “Lean forward.”

  She obeyed quickly. Her pulse leaped under his fingers. Blood shot to his cock. “I wanted your next spanking to be a pleasurable one, but I’m afraid you need punishment.”

  Kade paused, waiting for her to argue, speak, say anything to dissuade him from the path his dominant side had chosen. But they’d discussed this last night. She’d admitted she wanted to be spanked, punished. He wanted her obedience, her immediate trust when they were alone, and seeing to her needs would help strengthen their relationship. Her submission was a gift—one he’d shared with his friends. But he needed to know it was something she fully understood.

  Silence greeted his statement. Her pulse continued to pound against his thumb. He released her wrist and settled her hand fully onto the counter.

  “Five swats should do it.”

  If he could survive them without plunging into that sweet pussy of hers first.

  His hand met her lush ass. She jumped. He reveled in the feel of her heating flesh under his palm with the next. He could’ve used a paddle from the toy drawer, but he wanted his hands on her. In her.

  He couldn’t wait to feel her climax around his fingers during a spanking. Her breathing grew ragged after the fourth swat. His hand rubbed her cheeks. He landed the fifth swat and suppressed his animalistic response when she writhed her ass against his palm afterward. The minx would be his undoing.

  He groaned. “You like being spanked, sub.”

  He made it a statement, not a question. Her body trembled under his hand on her back.

  “That pleases me a great deal. You and I could have a lot of fun exploring what you enjoy. Do you want that?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  Her whispered response sent a ricochet of emotions surging through him. Pleasure, primal need, protectiveness, pride, fear. Her innocence thrilled and terrified him at the same time. He suppressed the ironic laugh tumbling from him at the realization. He was a leader of The Brigade. They’d amassed wealth and ensured a pleasurable introduction to submission for women all the time.

  Yet sweet Autumn terrified him like no other had.

  Pulling a chair to him, he sat and brought her down onto his lap. She hadn’t cried. A part of him relished the realization. Yet a part of him wished she had. It was supposed to be a punishment. Damn. He was in trouble with her.

  He placed a kiss on her forehead and ran his hand down her arm. “You bring me immense pleasure, Autumn.”

  She gasped hearing her name. He’d exited the scene. The guys would have his head if they knew. Yet he needed her to know, to trust whatever it was they were feeling because he sensed she felt the same tangled, gnarled bundle of emotions he did.

  “There’s something between us I’m unaccustomed to, and I have to confess it’s knocking me on my ass, sweetheart.”

  Silence greeted his statement. Her fists clenched.

  Kade ran his finger across her cheek and whispered, “When I say your name, Autumn, it’s a signal we’re out of the scene. When I have to punish you, we will always discuss it afterward. Openly. Honestly. Understood?”

  She nodded. He longed to rip the blindfold off and have that captivating gaze of hers meet his, but he’d screwed up enough already.

  “I don’t know why I trust you the way I do.”

  “That must be scary. I’m sure this lifestyle is pretty intimidating as well.”

  “It is.” Her hand ran across his arm. “I think I’d begun to trust you before we even met. What scares me the most is that I want more. I want to experience it all. With you.”

  Her confession thundered through him. The “it all” wasn’t to be questioned. He knew what she was confessing. Could feel it in the way her body relaxed against him fully. He’d underestimated her submissive nature.

  Comfort and aftercare of submissives after punishment had always been something he did for them. Now though, he savored the feel of her soft body in his arms and basked in the sound of her breathing against his neck. He could spend an eternity holding her like this.

  “You are a treasure, Autumn.” He kissed her head and swatted her thigh. “But we have to get you showered up. I doubt that door would keep Lance out.”

  He wanted this moment to be about them—him and Autumn. Not Lance. Not Chase. Not Lorenzo. Just Kade Berges and Autumn Scott. A man and a woman. The need to be away from here, away from The Brigade and everything it entailed hammered within him for the first time in longer than he could remember.

  He wanted to share who he was with her. What he was. His home. His past. His future.

  Decision made, he undid her blindfold as she stood. She blinked. Curious hazel eyes met his gaze. Her cupped her face and drew her against him.

  “For now, it’s you and me. No scene. Just me and you.” He swept his mouth across hers, the kiss a consummate demand for acceptance of him. Her lips parted and he growled, claiming her tongue. Her hands ran down his back, tentatively grasping and kneading his flesh.

  He moved her toward the shower stall, grateful the distance was slight. She ripped at his clothing. He tasted her lips and then separated, making quick work of his clothing.

  The shower heated quickly. Testing the water, he nodded his approval and grabbed her hair, dragging her under the pulsing jets. Her hands tormented his
control, running down his body to grasp his cock.

  Kade groaned and grabbed her wrist. “You’re killing me, Autumn.”

  She chuckled.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. The next shower you can do whatever you want. I swear. But now I need you my way.” He brought her hands behind her back and secured each wrist into the waist-level restraint on the wall behind her.

  “You said no scene,” she whispered.

  “I’m a dominant man, Autumn. I love having you restrained, at my mercy. You’re mine to pleasure. Mine to claim.” He pulled her under the second shower head and kissed her.

  His hands ran across her body, touching, squeezing, removing the evidence from her play with Lorenzo and Chase. She writhed under his touch, inciting his hunger to have her here, now.

  Warmth enveloped his fingers when they slid into her slick pussy. He rubbed her sensitized clit and she writhed in his palm. God help him, he’d never tire of feeling her climax around him. His fingers. His cock.

  He plunged into her, the force pressing her firmly against the wall. He paused to ensure her hands weren’t trapped, but that was the only control he could manage when she clenched his cock. Her soft gasps melded with his guttural groans.

  He could spend an eternity fucking her, tantalizing her with all the fantasies running amuck in his head. But could she handle all the screwed-up facets of his life—the never-ending calendar of hobnobbing and fundraisers? Could she handle the steady stream of drama that came from managing The Brigade?

  To hell with all of that.

  All that mattered was here, now. He licked her throat and savored her skin against his tongue, the way her pulse pounded with the same full abandon as the woman in his arms. He could say just about anything right now and he doubted she’d hear, or remember. Never had a woman’s loss of reality during lovemaking made him so…

  Kade bit back the thought and nibbled her ear. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

  “Kade.”

  Her pussy clenched his cock. He stifled the groan on his lips as he thrust one last time. Her breath mingled with his as he claimed her mouth, brushing his tongue across hers. One day he’d make love to her slowly. One day he’d have the control needed to spend all day tasting her body, inch by glorious inch. He released her restraints and massaged her wrists.