Passion's Trust Page 5

  Hell, he’d been looking for any reason to touch her, taste the sweetness he knew waited for him. She looked so sweet with her round, innocent eyes and lush lips. Utterly fuckable.

  His cock hardened at the thought. Her fingers were delicate when he took them, her skin invitingly warm. Soft. A barely discernible shiver moved through her when he pulled her toward the living area to the right of the door and motioned toward the ottoman.

  “Have a seat, Katey.”

  Her lips melded easily against his. He pressed her down until she leaned back against the leather surface fully. His tongue sought hers, demanding a surrender she gave without hesitation. Blood surged to his cock.

  Warmth greeted his probing fingers when they slid under her shirt and began tugging upward. A woman as beautiful as her was meant to be bare. The material fell to the floor and her arms reflexively covered her breasts when he severed their kiss.

  “Don’t hide what’s mine.” His tone was dark, filled with need.

  Her tongue swept across her kiss-swollen lips and his dick hardened more. He couldn’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around him. But this morning was about her, a reward for good behavior.

  She moved to sit up and he shook his head as he knelt on the floor beside her. “Remain where you are, arms at your sides.”

  She hesitated slightly, her eyes widening as she studied his position. He could almost see a list of possible scenarios running through her mind—all of which he’d gladly explore. Hell, there was nothing he wouldn’t explore with her as long as he could walk the next morning.

  This woman had him tied in knots, and until he figured out exactly what the hell to do about it, he didn’t have any intention of leaving her alone.

  “Don’t make me punish you when you’ve been so good.”

  She settled into her new position, but he could feel the tension in her leg muscles as he massaged his way up her thighs. He nudged them apart and noted her labored breathing and closed eyes. Good. She’d become focused on what he did.

  He reached under the ottoman and found the wrist restraints.

  “I thought you’d appreciate trying this in private.” The sound of Velcro made her eyes open, but she remained in place. “Remember your safe word and that you have your emergency button on your bracelet.”

  Her slight nod made his blood soar. He ran his fingers along her arm, from shoulder to elbow. “You’re so beautiful, Katey.”

  The restraint slid over her curled fingers easily, a reminder of how delicate she appeared. Lorenzo knew she was steel encased in velvet because no one could handle what she’d been dealt so far in life and be anything but a finely calibrated weapon—one he was sure would eviscerate his insides if he wasn’t careful.

  He finished securing both wrists and leaned back to admire his handiwork. “Go ahead. Test your new binds.”

  She tugged on them. A slight gasp escaped her parted lips and her eyelids fluttered closed. Her pulse floundered beneath his thumb and forefinger when he pressed them against her wrist. Her nipples pearled to hard nubs designed to torture him with a need to taste them.

  That would be too simple. Massaging her knees, he pulled until he’d nudged them apart enough to allow his presence once he was ready. Not that it would be anytime soon. A feast of ivory skin lay before him.

  He kissed inside her thigh near the knee and massaged his way upward until the tension began uncoiling in her leg muscles. A thousand words flowed in his mind, but he knew the best gift he could give her right now was silence—a quiet sanctuary for her pleasure to sweep her away.

  He avoided the soft flesh inches away from the epicenter he craved most. His hands spanned her waist and he leaned down to plant a kiss just above her mound. Her skin was so fucking soft.

  It was impossible not to focus on the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath, or the way her nipples remained hard. For him. Reaching up, he flicked each one and admired the way her entire body shook in response. The immediacy and force of her reaction made his gut clench.

  Had no man ever spent time like this with her? Learning her body, savoring her sweet surrender?

  Their loss.

  He ran his hands across her stomach and up her ribs until he cupped her breasts. Her eyes opened and were darkened by arousal, which somehow radiated deep in his balls. Son of a bitch, he was about to lose control. Burying himself in her would ease both their aches.

  She surged forward, thrusting herself deeper into his embrace. He squeezed slightly to emit a soft moan from her parted lips. When she leaned back against the ottoman he struck, pinching a hardened nipple firmly enough to ensure she felt the sensation and what it signified.

  These were his tits.

  He didn’t let the sensation ease off. Suckling the same nub into his mouth, he licked and paid homage to it long enough to take the edge off his previous ministration. He grazed his teeth across it and focused his attention on her half-hooded stare. Could she really see him, or was she already lost in the tidal wave of pleasure threatening to drown him?

  Her skin trembled beneath his lips as he kissed a path downward. Her knees moved reflexively inward, as if protecting the treasure he skimmed with his fingertips.

  Moisture greeted his fingers when he slid them across her pussy. Pressing firmly on her thigh with one hand, he leaned in and inhaled. Her arousal was ambrosia, a scent he’d thought about all night. The scene had been too fast-paced.

  “I should’ve spent all night tasting you. Touching you until you screamed your release and went lax in my arms.” He flicked his tongue across her sensitive folds.

  Her response was immediate—a full-body tremor followed by a tug away. He gripped her waist and tugged her toward him again. “Move again and I will punish you, Katey.”

  “You used my name.” Confusion widened her eyes.

  “This is not a scene, bella donna. This is a man taking pleasure in a beautiful woman.” He plunged two fingers into her and relished the raspy guttural cry. “I do not need a club or a dungeon or toys to take control of you.”

  Although he wanted to savor her release—draw it out as long as possible—he was staring over the edge of his own cliff. He withdrew his fingers and tasted her, allowing his tongue to delve deep enough for her to writhe against the sensation.

  Her thighs tensed, her breathing grew deeper. He growled and fucked her harder with his tongue, taking full possession of her pussy and clit with long, penetrative licks interspersed with gentle sucks to her sensitive clit.

  “Come for me, Katey.” He rubbed the sensitive nub with his thumb and worked his fingers into her pussy, thrusting deep and slow. “That’s it, ride my fingers.”

  Her hips undulated, her thighs closed around him. A soft gasp turned into a primal scream as her entire body tensed. The orgasm left his entire body burning with a need to have her, fuck her until she cried out his name. Until she passed out from the intense pleasure he knew they’d share.

  She collapsed on the ottoman. He made quick work of the restraints and drew her against him. His lips claimed hers, consumed the soft sigh as his own. It was. Each shiver, each moan.

  All his.

  He severed the contact and ran his finger across her lips. “Send me away now, Katey, or I’m going to fuck you in your bed until you can’t move.”

  Being speechless around Lorenzo Garofali appeared to be a common occurrence for her. Unable to function on a vocal level, Katey drew him closer and claimed his mouth.

  He wrapped his arms around her and lifted. She shrieked her dismay into his kiss but he ignored her. The last thing she wanted to do was give the man a hernia. Or a dislocated back.

  Oh geez.

  He paused near the open entryway to her bedroom and set her down, spinning her around suddenly until her face was pressed firmly against the wall. His weight settled against her back, his hot breath on her forehead, in her ear.

  Labored breaths filled the air.

  One tug upward and his shirt disapp
eared. Her mouth salivated with a need to lick and taste the sinewy olive skin she couldn’t quite see in her peripheral vision. He gripped a foil packet in his teeth as he undid his pants and stripped them off.

  If Lorenzo hadn’t wedged her between him and the wall she would’ve slid to the floor. She closed her eyes, noted the ripping foil. This was really happening.

  He was about to fuck her hard and fast. He’d said slow earlier, but there was nothing slow about the way he fisted her hair or squeezed her waist until she stopped squirming.

  “This is what you do to me, Katey.” His voice was deep, emotional. “I lose myself in you.”

  Katey could tell from his tone that wasn’t a good thing. She supposed a Dom was used to control. “You do the same to me.”

  He lifted her leg slightly. His hands looped around her waist and lifted until she was fully seated on his hard cock. He fucked deep and hard, each thrust slamming her against the wall. The sensation, the realization of his need made her lust spin into a new realm.

  She wanted her legs wrapped around him. Her fingers itched with a need to squeeze his ass, run nails along his back—do anything but focus on the exquisite cock sheathed in her pussy so that she could draw out the orgasm already building within her. The position left her defenseless to his ministrations, weakened with each incredible thrust into her. Her breasts rubbed against the wall, breathing became secondary to accepting his complete possession.

  She clenched him, demanding he remain locked within her. He groaned. Awareness flared through her body, rushing adrenaline through her system. She repeated when he plunged into her again.

  He bit her earlobe until she gasped. “Be a good girl and take it.”

  That was the problem. She wanted more. Fucking Lorenzo was meant to be a full-contact sport and she intended to become a champion.

  “I want to touch you.”

  He growled but spun her toward him. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist until she felt his cock buried deep in her again. His skin was salty with sweat. Her fingers trembled with each touch. She groaned at the contracting muscles beneath her palms.

  Lorenzo palmed her face and claimed her lips, seeking her tongue with his. The thrusts slowed to the same sensuous rhythm he used on her mouth. Her hands ran rampant across his exposed skin, kneading, scratching and squeezing until he groaned and seized them.

  She whimpered against his throat when he pulled them above her head and held them there. His gaze locked with hers but he kept the kiss intact. She shivered under the intensity. An invisible bond fell into existence—at least that’s what Katey sensed. Then it was gone, severed by the immediate loss of his gorgeous eyes when he broke the kiss and looked down at where they were joined.

  “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of having you on your knees? In my house. In my bed.” He pivoted his hips and plunged into her pussy. A gasp escaped her parted lips. “I want you there, this week.”

  The statement left her body flush and her mind soaring. Rumor proclaimed he never took women there. Ever.

  You ninny. He means his suite here at The Brigade, not his real house.

  Maybe I mean more than they did.

  Yeah, right.

  Self-doubt eventually won the argument but she’d been swept away in a sea of bliss and couldn’t care about much else. “I’d like that, Sir.”

  “I kept thinking about last night and the way you looked taking Montgomery’s cock. I can’t wait to feel those lips around me.”

  His words rattled her, kept her flying among her fantasies. She kissed him fully. He allowed her to take the lead—something she’d never done before. She mimicked his earlier moves and surrendered to the compulsions overwhelming her.

  Taste. Touch. Taunt.

  His mouth was a pliant surface for her to etch her desires into with her tongue, her teeth. Something rose from within her, a deep-seated yearning for more than the intimacy his presence here offered.

  She wanted it all.

  But this was enough for now. The fact he’d sought her outside of The Brig meant something. She realized and accepted that nugget of worth.

  He cupped her breast and then played with her nipple until she groaned. Epic pleasure was threatening to sweep her away. Not wanting this experience to end, she fought the inevitable conclusion to the powerful experience that was Lorenzo Garofali.

  As if sensing her conundrum, his hand swept between them to where they were connected and rubbed her clit. His voice was a husky invitation to ecstasy. “I’ve got you, bella donna.”

  The insistent touch to her sensitized nub, the enveloping kiss and the sensuous glide of Lorenzo’s cock into her pussy was too much to counter. The carnal cacophony nipped the strand of control she’d maintained.

  Within the heady release she heard his surrender, a guttural cry of her name that seared her heart with hope.

  The world around her returned soon enough. His forehead rested against hers, their labored breaths mingled. He was still inside her. She groaned, unwilling to move and sever the contact.

  “Truly amazing,” he whispered.

  Yes. Yes, it was.

  Something chimed like a buzzing mosquito. Katey filtered the sound out but Lorenzo’s stifled curse made her sigh. Reality had indeed returned and was about to sweep him away into the hectic frenzy he dominated each day.

  She missed the small contribution she’d made to his day.

  She missed him.

  Although they’d rarely spoken while she worked at Brigade Financial, his calm, decisive presence had been her anchor. While she loved the unique challenges her new career at The Brigade presented, she yearned for more time with Lorenzo.

  That was a craving she doubted would ever subside.

  He kissed her lips softly and maneuvered until her leg was grounded. “That was Chase asking me to unhand you. I’m tempted to keep you locked away in here just to spite him.”

  She laughed and ran her hands down his expansive chest. “I’d probably like that more than what he has planned. I’m suspecting inventory is an experience like no other with him in charge.”

  “We used to help him until Lance and Stryker went ballistic with the swizzle stirrers.” He chuckled and ran his hands down her arms. “Picture about ten thousand multicolored pieces of plastic strung all over. It was like a war zone.”

  “Were they an enemy?” she teased.

  “Apparently they became one when Chase announced it’d be best to divide them by color for an accurate count.”

  “No.” She shook her head and suppressed her laugh.

  “And to think you get the pleasure of dealing with that this morning.” He kissed her lips. “I’ll have to make your next adventure even more pleasurable as a reward for putting up with him.”

  “Promise?” The question was meant as a tease but she couldn’t contain the underlying need for reassurance that whatever the hell was happening between them was okay.

  The foundation of her world wasn’t going to crumble yet again. She liked the terra firma she’d landed on and didn’t want an earthquake to destroy her small tract of happiness, even though the mighty forces she felt with him were worth the risk.

  “Never doubt I’ll always be here for you—in one capacity or another.”

  In one capacity or another. The words jangled her emotions too fiercely. She nodded her acceptance even though a small part of her wanted something she suspected neither of them was ready for yet.

  “I know you sense what’s building between us, Katey.”

  She remained silent and peered up at him through half-closed eyes. A full melding with those gorgeous hazel depths would be too much for her. Her insides were too raw from the fierce sweep of sensations she’d just experienced.

  “You have just entered your sexual journey. I care too much for you to alter your path for my own selfish reasons.” He cupped her face and forced her to accept his gaze fully. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t be beside you while you discover your desir
es.”

  His words calmed an agitated part of her she hadn’t understood until then. She knew Lorenzo meant a great deal to her—she’d been drawn to him for a long time now. Yet her experiences were limited. And her knowledge of his world was miniscule.

  She needed to understand her place in this newfound wonderland before she could fit in fully. “I’m glad you’re with me.”

  “If you’re up for it I think you should make this afternoon’s event your next adventure.” His grin awakened her arousal. “I think you’d enjoy it immensely.”

  She was almost afraid to ask. “What is it?”

  “A scavenger hunt.”

  Chapter Five

  The scavenger hunt was a one-way trip into a hedonistic version of Alice in Wonderland meets Hunks in Leather. She entered The Brig and found herself swept away in a rush of camouflaged corset and leather straps as Viviana and Autumn each grabbed an arm and dragged her toward a door.

  Lockers hugged the wall of the empty changing room, which was adorned with plush leather seating. An expansive bathroom, complete with showers, engulfed the back area of the massive room.

  “We’ve got to get you dressed to knock the guys out.” Viviana lifted her sunshades and winked. Her long thick hair swept down her bare shoulders. The strapless camouflage corset was offset with a matching skirt that stopped just below her ass. Black lace accented the skirt and matched perfectly with the lace thigh-high boots.

  “I told her she’d be lucky if her guys let her participate in the hunt after they see her in this,” Autumn teased.

  “As if Kade’s not going to become Conan the Barbarian and drag you away when he sees you.” Viviana shook her finger. “If you’re not careful, the collar you’re getting in a couple of days is going to have a lock on it that won’t ever come off.”

  “I hope so.” Autumn laughed.

  A collaring ceremony. Katey had been humbled they’d thought to invite her to such a private occasion. The Brigade was closing to guests the upcoming weekend to allow the members of The Pleasure Brigade and their submissives private time to properly welcome Autumn.