Passion's Trust Page 4

  She bit her lip. Unwilling to lie but equally determined to not divulge the truth, she chose silence over obedience.

  “Secrets have no place between us.” His breath tingled her skin, his fingers blazed a trail across her side to her back. Her existence began and ended with those strong, powerful hands. “Tell me.”

  She was shocked by the realization she wanted to share her thoughts. She needed to entrust him with the power to use her whispered confession, one way or the other. Steeling herself for his response, she took a deep breath and allowed the truth to pour out. “I was wishing my breasts were larger.”

  “I would change nothing about you.” Montgomery guided her arms until he held them at her side. Lorenzo’s hand meandered down her forehead, across her cheek.

  His warm gaze bore into her, as if he could see the dam of need threatening to burst with his soft touch. God, she’d needed this. The attention. The care. The challenge.

  “You’re wonderfully responsive. You rock into my touch, craving the heat you feel between us.” His thumb flicked her hard nipple. “Don’t dirty what we experience together with doubt.”

  A soft gasp escaped her parted lips. What would his touch feel like on her pussy right now? Would she maintain some sense of decorum or would she fall apart?

  An emotion flitted across his face, a brief glimpse at a deeper side of him she hadn’t seen before. “Turn around. I’ve monopolized you enough. Let Master Montgomery admire your beauty.”

  An appreciative grin made the cowboy even more handsome. His fingertips glided across her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips when he leaned down and plucked one of the aching buds into his mouth. He licked and suckled as if he had all the time in the world to worship that one spot.

  She leaned against Lorenzo and relished the bursts of sensation coursing through her. He maneuvered her hands above her head. Surrendering to their will left her heady, impossibly calm yet on edge for more.

  “Tonight we will test your will to be submissive, Jane.” Lorenzo pulled a chain she hadn’t noticed dangling overhead down until it brushed across her hands. She jumped within their embrace.

  Montgomery reached up and secured both her wrists within leather cuffs. She settled into the restraints and took a deep breath as he touched her shoulder. “Good girl.”

  The praise made her heart beat a new tempo, one which matched the need still throbbing between her legs. She arched her upper body against the hand stilled at her chest, a silent plea for him to continue the ministrations she’d craved for so long.

  “Would you grab some clamps for us, Master Montgomery?”

  Clamps?

  Her nipples pearled as the intent sank in. Lorenzo moved to stand before her.

  The compulsion to please him, to show she’d accept his command over her body drove her obedience. Adrenaline surged through her veins. She stood, unmoving, as the cool strength of the chain drifted into her awareness.

  “Here you go, man.” Montgomery tossed a plastic bag to Lorenzo, who opened it.

  Pleasure glinted in his eyes when they settled on her. He extracted the clamps and a set of thin, long chains. “Nice choice.”

  “I thought you’d appreciate it.”

  “Indeed.” Lorenzo suckled a nipple into his mouth. Waves of sensation flowed to her pussy. Pain radiated in the area when he pinched.

  “Beautiful.”

  The appraisal left her breathless, or perhaps it was the man behind the intensity. She watched him put a clamp on to her nipple.

  “Now let’s tighten this so you don’t forget it’s there.”

  How could she? Arousal took command of her. No, it wasn’t her hormones in charge. It was Lorenzo. He grinned when he let it go and the chain added its weight to the fray. She stifled the gasp lodged in her throat and stood still as he repeated the process.

  Amusement flickered across Montgomery’s handsome face when she looked at him through half-hooded eyes.

  “I like the way you think, man.”

  Her entire body shivered at the thought. She wanted this, a no-holds-barred domination of her body.

  “Test the chains, Jane. Move so you can feel them tug on your nipples,” Lorenzo ordered.

  The name snapped the fibers tuning her arousal into her thoughts. It was as if her body became primal with the sound of his voice, the reminder they were at play once more. His lips thinned, his body tense as he stood and edged into her personal space until each breath she inhaled was him.

  Sheer, raw power she’d experienced for too short a time. Pain shot through her nipple. She gasped in shock.

  “A little taste of what you’ll feel when we remove them next time.” Montgomery massaged her nipple between his fingers. “You’re so responsive it makes me want to fuck you right now.”

  Montgomery traced strands of hair down her shoulders and toyed with the ends. The soft touch flicked across her hardened nipple, back and forth.

  “Spread your legs more.” Lorenzo touched her hip.

  She complied but knew she couldn’t handle much more touching. For once it wasn’t her choice how much she took. Her eyelids closed, leaving her other senses awakened to the sensuous strokes gliding across her breasts, arms, thighs. She couldn’t tell which hands were Lorenzo’s and which were Montgomery’s.

  She didn’t care.

  Warmth encompassed her nipple. She moaned when she opened her eyes to discover Lorenzo’s head dipped down, his mouth suckling on her with fervor. Fingers delved between her parted thighs.

  “God, you’re so wet for us.” Lorenzo thrust a digit into her pussy. His thumb rubbed her clit. “I want to hear you scream with pleasure. Come.”

  The refusal clung in her chest. Her pulse flailed. She couldn’t come on command. That was crazy. Nuts. Something done in books, not in real life. She bit her lip, somewhat effectively stifling the moan trickling from deep inside her, somewhere around where he rubbed.

  His teeth scraped her nipple. A second finger entered her, pumping in a fast, determined rhythm she found her hips thrusting to follow. He pinned her between them, forcing her to remain still for his ministrations.

  Montgomery chuckled. “Perhaps I should show you how it’s done with the stubborn ones.”

  Lorenzo licked the swell of her breast and stared into her shocked gaze when his fingers retreated. No, no, no. She didn’t want to lose his touch, his mouth.

  The moment the thought flitted through her hazy brain Montgomery pinched her nipple. Pain traversed through her and coalesced in a shock wave of pleasure. The groan she’d suppressed tumbled from deep within, a guttural growl.

  “That’s a good girl,” Montgomery coaxed gently. Strong arms spun her half around, exposing her ass fully. A firm slap landed on her right cheek, followed quickly by a gentle rub.

  The treatment continued until she became breathless between gasps. She squeezed her fingers around the chains, her knees almost too weak to support her. Her sole focus resided on the stinging ache awakened across her ass and thighs and the firm hand landing the blows.

  Time slipped away until all she experienced was the sensations springing through her. Pain. Pleasure. Desire.

  Montgomery implemented a wicked fusion of soft motions followed by solid impacts meant to leave her spine gelatinous and her throat hoarse. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, a bursting presence announcing with no uncertainty she was so into what was transpiring that she’d forgotten where she was, or who was watching.

  “Come for me, sweetheart.” Sensation, pricks of pain shot through her nipples as Lorenzo removed the nipple clamps. The commanding tone, when added to the unexpected torment, snapped whatever semblance of control Katey had held. A tidal wave of pleasure rushed forward, carrying her into a sensuous sea of sensations.

  His fingers rubbed her clit, delved where Lorenzo’s had been before, fucking her pussy with a slow, sensuous gait that left her dangling on the orgasm sweeping her away.

  “You were beautiful, sweetheart.” Lorenzo’
s voice wrapped around her with more warmth than the blanket suddenly cocooning her. Montgomery rubbed something into the heated skin of her ass and thighs. Then they were moving.

  She blinked, her vision hazy and her mind clouded by a tawdry jumble of shock and pleasure. Was this what she’d longed for?

  She found herself settled onto Lorenzo’s lap, his powerful arms draped around her protectively. The spanking Montgomery administered had been different somehow. Emotion clogged her throat at the startling realization she not only enjoyed the stranger’s ministrations but wanted more. It left her feeling raw inside, as though someone had scraped sandpaper on her soul until she bled everything she’d been afraid of.

  Her mind had accepted her predilection for spanking earlier. Maybe it was because Lorenzo had been the one playing her ass like a bongo drum. Now that it’d been someone else, an inkling of guilt pressed to the forefront.

  Maybe she’d enjoyed it too much.

  But it was hard to feel wrong about something that brought more pleasure than she’d ever known. She’d suppressed her interest in this sort of thing for too long—afraid she’d be judged for not only her choices but also the fact she’d come from an abusive past.

  She’d always asserted the things she’d endured hadn’t defined her. Had she been wrong?

  “Talk to us, sweetheart.” Lorenzo began rocking her gently, his words a reminder they weren’t alone.

  They’d never been alone.

  The dam on her thoughts burst. “I can’t believe I enjoyed that so much.”

  Silence loomed for a moment, as if not even they could explain such abhorrent behavior. Her sated libido scrambled for footing on the uneven terrain of shame. Coursing pleasure gave way to the uncertainty clawing her insides.

  “Bella, look at me.”

  Lorenzo. Though her mind screamed refusal, her gaze riveted toward his voice, the husky promise of comfort she’d always experienced when around him. God, she was beyond pathetic.

  He brushed strands of her hair behind her ear and ran his thumb across her trembling lips. “There is no shame in what you enjoyed today. Trusting another with your pleasure is a tremendous rush for anyone.”

  She nodded. He was right. Deep down she knew that.

  “I know you have no reason to believe me now, but I assure you the loss of control over the scene and what happened excited you more than the spanking. If you trust me, I will do everything in my power to prove that to you.”

  Katey swallowed her immediate response. She’d craved acceptance of her desires and for a long time had hollowed out enough of her soul to secure the part of her she’d yet to fully embrace. She’d taken a huge step toward her objective tonight, but she had a long way to go to find what she suspected she wanted most.

  Love.

  For herself. For someone else. For what they could be together.

  The mythical someone might not be within the hallowed walls of The Brigade, but Lorenzo and the other Masters would be the best choices when it came to figuring out where she fit—if she did—into the BDSM scene. All she needed was enough guts to say the one word lodged in her throat.

  “Okay.”

  “Your courage and passion continue to amaze me.” Lorenzo grinned. “We will begin your exploration fully tomorrow.”

  Tomorrow. Crap, she was supposed to help Chase inventory the resort tomorrow. There were bar codes to apply to newly acquired assets and her newest boss was a bit anal when it came to his asset tags. “I have to work.”

  “After your work then.” Montgomery squeezed her waist. “Pleasure doesn’t punch a clock, sweetheart.”

  She tugged the blanket around her, suddenly too aware of her clothes strewn across the floor. As if sensing the conundrum mucking up her orgasmic bliss, Lorenzo crouched down and grabbed the stray garments. He sat beside her and motioned for her to stand.

  She complied. A knot formed in her gut and squeezed on her pulse until it hammered rabidly. Lorenzo tugged on the blanket until it fell at her feet.

  Her skin heated to his touch while he dressed her. He stood, his hot breath brushed across her forehead. She inhaled his scent, memorizing this night for later, when she was alone and contemplating what she’d experience next.

  “Others can assist with your training, but I must admit I don’t want to share you.” He looked down at Montgomery. “The two of us will attend to your training for now.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  His gaze darkened when he brought her chin up. “You will not pleasure yourself from this point forward. Your climaxes will be with our hands and mouths. Our cocks. Do you understand?”

  She squeezed her thighs together, suddenly aware of how aroused she still was. Did they really intend to leave her on the brink of another orgasm? She nodded her acceptance.

  “Work on that list tonight, Katey. When I see you in the morning we want full access to your desires. Beginning tomorrow you are mine.”

  Chapter Four

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  Great. This was the last thing he needed to deal with. “You’re turning into a stalker, Santiago.”

  “That’s ironic since I’m here to drag your skulking ass out of the hallway before you scare the guests.” Gabe leaned against the opposite wall and crossed his arms. His gaze landed on Katey’s door for a moment. “Any particular reason you’ve chosen this strip of our lovely resort?”

  Two cold showers and a hand-job hadn’t done much to quell the ache in Lorenzo’s balls. He’d ended the night vowing to respect Katey’s workspace today. Evenings and weekends would have to suffice.

  That hadn’t lasted long.

  “She’s probably awake.” Gabe nodded toward the door at the end of the hall—the one Lorenzo had been contemplating opening for the past hour.

  Leaving her here at The Brigade after what they’d shared had felt too wrong. For the first time in a hell of a long time he’d chosen to crash in his rooms at the resort. The shock wave of his decision had sent Chase into a tailspin since he’d taken it upon himself to give his rooms to someone else.

  Montgomery.

  He and Montgomery had grudgingly crashed in the large suite, flipping for the sofa. Lorenzo had a hell of a lot of respect for the cowboy, but the fact he’d wedged himself into whatever the hell was happening with Katey still didn’t settle well. The Brigade always used more than one Dom for a reason—to keep the submissive from forming a bond.

  Lorenzo, Chase, Kade and the other founding Doms had never considered a Dom’s jealousy would enter into the mix.

  Son of a bitch, he’d landed in a mess. Part of him wanted to slam Montgomery and all the other Doms into the wall until they backed off Katey. Another part of him accepted she wasn’t ready for the possessiveness crawling inside him. She was skittish, innocent and a hell of a temptation he should walk away from.

  There was no way in hell that would happen.

  Katey. Just her name sent tingles through his cock. Crawling into her bed, inhaling her scent and tasting her on his tongue would go a long way to having a good day. Instead he was suffering blue balls and stuck in a useless conversation.

  “I heard Montgomery handled her pretty well last night.”

  Yeah. He’d get the chance to play with her again all too soon. Lorenzo intended to be the only one she played with today. Starting now. “Later.”

  Lorenzo headed down the hall. His adrenaline started pumping when he knocked on the door. Damn. He’d never been into a woman like this. The realization rattled his composure when the door slid open.

  Her hair tumbled around her face in a disheveled mess designed for a man to grip when he rode her hard. The image drove him forward until he was in her room and the door closed behind him.

  Her eyes widened though nothing else noted fear. Her hands tugged at the threadbare t-shirt covering her torso.

  “Good morning, bella donna.” Lorenzo stepped forward and ran his fingers across her cheek. Softness edged with determination. “Turn arou
nd for me.”

  Her obedience made his pride swell. He lifted the hem of her shirt and ran his hand across the swell of her ass. “Did you sleep well?”

  “No Sir,” she whispered. “I kept thinking about you and Master Montgomery.”

  “What about us?”

  She remained silent, as he’d suspected she would. He turned her back around and ran his fingers across the t-shirt’s holes, pausing to pay homage to one at the swell of her left breast.

  “I will give you this morning to decide whether you wish to continue your training within The Brigade. If your answer is yes, report to the training session this afternoon.” He ran his hand down her side and savored the shiver traversing her body. “You will wear this shirt. Nothing else.”

  Her eyes widened, but she nodded. Pink stained her cheeks as her lush rosy tongue glided across her lips. “I’m supposed to work.”

  “Continue with your schedule this morning and I’ll notify Chase this afternoon’s itinerary could change.” Heat greeted his palm when he touched her thigh. “Tell me, Katey, were you a good girl last night?”

  Her breath fell like heated silk against his neck. His fingers ran across her wet pussy. He wanted to bury himself balls-deep inside her. She writhed into his hand when he cupped her.

  “Tell me. Did you touch my pussy last night while you were thinking about us?”

  “You told me not to.” Her voice faltered slightly, her hands lingered near his chest.

  “An order isn’t always followed. Answer me, Katey, or I will assume a punishment is in order.” He placed his other hand on the small of her back to prevent her retreat.

  “I obeyed.” She edged closer into his touch until her breasts rubbed against his shirt. “I didn’t want to.”

  “Good girl.” Heat surrounded his finger when he slid it into her. “I can’t wait to taste you and feel you come around me.”

  Lorenzo looked around the small resort suite and noted the lack of personal stuff. Kade’s suite had become overrun with Autumn’s knickknacks and the bungalow Lance and Stryker shared with Viviana looked like a photo-frames-gone-wild bonanza. The urge to fill Katey’s days with pleasures worth remembering crumbled his resolve to wait until later.