His Devil's Rage

by Linzi Basset

  “Now, my lovely wife, it’s time for dessert.” Bruce trembled with need. The bouquet of her desire drifted through his nostrils—a scent he was already addicted to. They fit like custom made gloves, in every aspect of their newfound life. He was consumed by a sudden epiphany; that this was what he’d been waiting for all his life, to fall into her, to feel the natural rhythm of passion with her as the conduit to his need, his love, and his soul.

  Morgan twitched as Bruce squirted a dollop of lubricant on her tiny hole, gently preparing her, with the same sure strokes of his fingers, he’d done so many time but until now, never pushed for more. He added another finger, stretching and plunging deeper until she pushed against his hand in helpless surrender.

  “Ah, my sweet wife, you drive me crazy.” He leaned over her back, placing soft tender kisses along her nape. “I need this, baby. My entire body is trembling in anticipation but only if it’s what you want. Please, baby … may I?”

  Morgan was speechless by her powerful Master’s raspy voice in her ear, stumped that he asked and didn’t just take. She recalled their first encounter and a tender smile curved her lips upward. Her strong and forceful Dom asking for permission turned her entire body to mush.

  “Yes, my Master … please fuck my ass.”

  Her screams echoed through the room as he thrust his cock into her anus, one deep plunge—to the hilt. His breathing was haggard in her ear as she cried against the burning pain, struggling to recall his coaching over the past couple of weeks.

  “Easy, love. Relax, there’s no rush.” Bruce gentled her taut body with caresses over her breasts, her stomach to flick his fingers over her clit, dipping his fingers inside her wet pussy. The tension in his body spoke of his own need, but he controlled it, reawakening her desire before he began to rock into her.

  “Bruce it’s … ooh, fuck, that feels good,” Morgan moaned into the sheets. She’d never felt like this. The sensations generated with the gentle sliding motions into her ass exploded in her loins—heated her body like she was on fire. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening. The pressure in her loins built higher with each thrust. He pinched her nipples and brushed his fingers over her clit softly, then harder, and finally, he pushed his fingers deep inside her, finding the ganglia as he strummed the swollen nub of her clitoris with his thumb.

  She exploded. Waves of pleasure rolled over her as Bruce continued to thrust into her—deeper, faster—his fingers not wavering in their quest to keep her climaxing over and over. The heat of his semen filled her and she whimpered weakly as it triggered another orgasm of her own. Her body slumped into the bed when he withdrew, her chest heaving from exertion.

  He dragged her higher and wrapped his arms around her. Finally, he had found peace. The wrongs in the past both of them had suffered, paled in the light of their love. A love that pulsed through their hearts and souls.

  She peeked up at him. “So, my love … does this mean you’ll never have the craving for cherry dessert again?”

  Bruce chuckled in delight as a bright red blush bloomed over her cheeks. “Oh, no … such decadence like I’ve just encountered has awakened a devil’s raging hunger for more.”

  Morgan smiled and kissed him lingeringly.

  “My own devil and savior, all in one. I can’t wait to travel this road with you. I love you, for all that you are and all that you bring out in me.”

  Bruce didn’t respond, basking silently in her devotion. His thoughts concurred with her fully. Club Devil’s Cove and its Masters had come full circle and survived the gauntlet that took them through the wringer of hate, violence, betrayal, and death to find their destiny.

  In love.

  The End

  Club Alpha Cove Series

  It’s a series that takes place in an exclusive BDSM club where Ruark Greer and his friends all find that one sub who clipped their wings for the very last time.

  Club Alpha Cove is a BDSM Club series based on David's Island. David’s Island is a 78-acre island off the coast of New Rochelle, New York, in Long Island Sound. Ruark Greer is the owner of the Island and it has become his home as well.

  Along with his friends that he grew up with, they created an Exclusive BDSM Club for Executives on the privately-owned Island. Their lives were fermented by a powerful Syndicate that wanted the Island as their base. Ruthless and emotionless the powers that be at the Syndicate targeted their loved ones – the subs they claimed as life mates – only to find they would always protect their own, mercilessly if need be.

  In between it all, we get to know each of the Senior Masters and their kink once they find the one they love. They love hard and they punish hard. The scenes and punishments are intense and meant to drive home the full trust and control the couples have over each other.

  The Syndicate drives the storyline throughout the series, and to enjoy the full experience, the books should be read in sequence, but could be read as standalone as well.

  Be warned, this series is only for the brave.

  All the books in this series have reached the Amazon top 10 Bestseller list for Erotica BDSM and/or suspense, with Books 7, 8, and 9 making the top 5. Books 10 & 11, reached number 1 and it was the ‘cherry on top’, to end the series. His Forever Sub and His Cherished Sub were both nominated for the Golden Flogger award with His Cherished Sub reaching the honor of being a finalist. His FBI sub was a nominee in the 2017 IRC Book awards.

  Find them on Amazon if you’re looking for some hot Doms and sizzling scenes. http://amzn.to/2wSmBnQ

  Excerpt: His FBI Sub

  CHAPTER ONE

  Warning: This series contains dark erotica that involves extreme punishments. Please do not purchase this book if you’re uncomfortable with such subjects!

  “He took me to a BDSM club last night. I did not sign up for this shit, Agent Forrester! A BDSM Club for fuck’s sake!”

  Sloan laughed and his naturally arched eyebrows rose meaningfully in the direction of his partner, Hagan Cullum.

  “So, what did he do to you? Is he a Dom?”

  “Apparently, he is. He fucking spanked me! Can you believe that?”

  “Hmm, is that all? Nothing more . . . exciting happened?”

  The red flush appearing on her cheeks was telling and their raspy chuckles filled the air. She scowled at them, completely exasperated.

  “Somehow, I get the feeling that it was not all bad, Agent Sears. You’ve been in a relationship with him for three months, surely you’ve become intimate already?”

  “No, I most definitely have not!”

  Sloan looked at her in surprise. Courtney Sears was a beautiful woman. Small, compact, sexy and tempting as hell. Add to that a razor-sharp brain and incredible intelligence and you were given a woman who was both breathtaking and challenging. She packed a mean punch on any man’s libido when she walked into a room. Tough as nails, she was one of the best agents he had ever come across. He could only imagine what was hidden beneath her usual work clothes of baggy cargo pants and a loose shirt.

  “How have you managed that?”

  “I’ve played the beguiling little kitten who wanted to get to know her man better.”

  “And it worked?” Hagan asked in disbelief, his eyes brushing over her beautiful face and sensual body. That man was either stupid or made of stone.

  “Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of an alien! Of course, it worked.”

  “Somehow I find it difficult to picture you as a . . . beguiling little kitten.”

  She glared from one man to the other, incinerating them with the fire flashing in her eyes. Sure, of course these guys would find this situation funny. Both were huge, muscled and gorgeous. If they were not her bosses, she might have been interested in them, but she had a strict rule to never mix business with pleasure. She studied their confident demeanor, the way they held themselves, the speculative looks in their eyes and she clenched her jaw.

  I’ll be damned. They are Doms! I would bet my annual salary on it!

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bsp; Those forceful looks and the confidence, Courtney had seen it before - from the Doms in the BDSM club the previous night. It was the epitome of what Sloan and Hagan exuded. A small shiver tingled down her spine.

  “How far am I expected to go with this farce?”

  Sloan glanced at Hagan, then back to her. He sat, with his elbows propped on his knees, leaning forward slightly.

  “You know how important this bust is, Agent Sears but as we told you from the start, the ball is in your court. We’re not going to make demands on you that make you are uncomfortable. If it gets too much and you want out, just give us the word, and you’re out.”

  Hagan also leaned forward, his eyes narrowed.

  “What are you worried about? The BDSM scene?”

  Courtney got up from the chair and went to stand in front of the window, gazing thoughtfully outside. Her sister was in the BDSM scene, even engaged to a well-respected Dom. Having her first taste of it, the previous night, excited her more than she cared to admit.

  “Not the scene so much,” she turned to face them again. “But, there should be absolute trust between the Dom and sub, right?”

  They both nodded affirmatively and she spread her hands with raised eyebrows.

  “Need I say more? He told me it was time to take our relationship to the next level and he thinks we should join a club . . . more specifically, Club Alpha Cove.”

  “Alpha Cove? You’re shitting me!”

  “Nope. Now, I don’t see myself willingly helpless in that bastard’s hands, not even for this bust.”

  Sloan nodded.

  “Besides . . . the first time he does something seriously painful, I will kick his ass all the way to the kingdom come. Everyone will see I am no submissive and my cover will be blown.”

  “No? You don’t believe you have an ounce of submissiveness in you?”

  Courtney snorted and waved the question away as if it were a bothersome fly. Sloan had a small smile around his mouth. His voice lowered and became forceful. “Sit down, Courtney.”

  She flopped down in her chair so quickly she was still forming the words to brush him off. She considered him with amazed surprise in her eyes.

  “What the fuck . . . !”

  “You, my dear, are a natural sub.” Sloan and Hagan chuckled at her aggravated expression.

  “Like hell I am.” She mumbled, rose regally from the chair and glared at the two laughing men.

  “Do you see Devlon Sanders as a Dom, Courtney?”

  She silently compared him to these two and to her sister’s fiancé, then shook her head. “I guess he has the makings of one and he most definitely wants to be one. I get the impression he has played at clubs and at home, but never fully transformed into a legitimate Dominant.”

  Sloan glanced back at Hagan. He nodded and Courtney shook her head. She was always amazed by their ability to know what the other one thought.

  “There is a way to keep him out of your pants a bit longer, without you compromising your sense of . . . submissiveness.”

  Courtney glowered at Hagan from the obvious dig at her. “How?”

  “We are standing members at Club Alpha Cove. In fact, we are Senior Masters.”

  “I knew it!” Courtney fisted the air victoriously, then cleared her throat and sobered, “Whatever that may mean.”

  They chuckled. “The club offers newbies to the BDSM scene a set of training programs to ease them into it safely. If you pass the evaluation, that is. You could demand that the two of you join the full three-month program,” Hagan continued to explain.

  “What does that entail?”

  “Basically, they are sessions to become the perfect sub or Dom, dos and don’ts, techniques on how to use equipment . . . that sort of thing.”

  “Who offers this training?”

  “There is a training Master, Quinlan Shaw. All of the Senior Masters assist with the training as well.”

  “And how much does it cost?”

  “Initially, only the startup fee. You have to complete the three months training and then pay the annual membership fee.”

  He named an astronomical amount that made her eyes nearly pop out of her head. That was nearly every penny in her savings account!

  “I guess sex pays well, huh? I also guess the Agency isn’t going to cover those fees?”

  “You are deep under cover, Courtney. You already know the answer.”

  “So, if the bust is successful, then I’ll get a refund from the agency?”

  “I can’t promise anything, but we could try.”

  “And from the club?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I’ll only be joining to get deeper into the syndicate, not for my own fucking pleasure! Once the bust is done, I won’t be back there.”

  “Hmm . . . that’s something we’ll have to discuss with Ruark when the time comes. We can’t inform anyone of your identity at this stage. The one good thing about this, Agent Sears, is that we’ll be there every time, so you will be safe.”

  She stiffened as a thought crossed her mind.

  “You said you are Senior Masters.” They nodded. “Does that mean you will . . . take part in my . . . training?”

  Both faces broke out in wide smiles, the prospect was clearly something they found entertaining, making Courtney glower.

  “No. Fucking. Way.”

  “Yes, fucking way. And the first thing we will teach you, little sub, is to stop cursing.”

  Courtney’s cell phone rang and she dug it out of her pants pocket. The name appearing on the screen elicited a groan.

  “It’s him.”

  She flicked her finger over the screen activating the call. “Lover boy . . . I miss you, Babe.”

  Sloan and Hagan’s jaws dropped to the floor when her voice turned husky and sensual, causing their blood to head south and their cocks to harden instantaneously. They rocked uncomfortably in their chairs. Neither had felt a physical reaction toward her. Not once in the many years she had worked for them.

  “Fuck me!”

  “Ditto!”

  Courtney singed them with a fiery stare, but continued her husky, flirty conversation with the man on the phone. She let out a heavy sigh when she ended the call.

  “He got us an invitation to attend the Pirate’s Ball this Friday at the Alpha Club. Where is this place?”

  “Club Alpha Cove is on David’s Island.”

  “Ruark Greer? Oh fuck! I am so screwed! I never made the connection! Oh hell!”

  “Now what?”

  “My sister is engaged to Jason Barrett.”

  “Lindsey? That Lindsey is your sister? Engaged to Ruark’s cousin? Well, well, well.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “I would have never guessed. You two are like night and day.”

  “Yeah . . . no shit, Sherlock.”

  “I’m going to enjoy training you, little sub. I can just imagine you on that spanking bench, begging me while I punish you for every curse you utter.”

  “You’re missing the damn point! Lindsey and Jason will be there on Friday night and other nights! They are not supposed to know who I am!”

  Sloan nodded. “Of course. I’ll have a chat with Jason.” He shook his head and mumbled, “I can’t believe we did not realize Lindsey was your sister.”

  “You know why I protected her identity, Sloan, and she needs to know. While I’m there, no contact with me, whatsoever. Not even eye contact, unless we are introduced to each other.”

  “I’ll lay down the rules, Courtney, relax. We realize this will be difficult for you, but we are so close now. He trusts you completely.”

  Yes, he does. But at what cost to me if it continues longer than another week or two?

  The longer they spent at that damn BDSM club, the deeper she would be forced to fall. She shuddered at just the thought of allowing that douche bag intimate access to her body.

  Devlon Sanders was a commanding and attractive man - tall and lean, with stron
g, corded muscles. He had the look of a suntanned surfer with his dark blond hair and broad white smile. He was two years younger than she was, but he hadn’t realized that. His hands were more than capable of arousing a woman all right, but Courtney could not get past who he really was. The firm strokes of his hand made shivers run down her body when he touched her. They were not signs of arousal as he imagined, but rather disgust at being forced to allow it.

  She hated it when he started to caress and kiss her. There was no way she would be able to spread her legs for him. No fucking way!

  She shuddered when she allowed her mind to drift back to the scene at the club they went to, two nights ago. He had kept it playful, so she had no recourse but to drape herself over that damn spanking bench lest he mistook her panic for eagerness. She had not expected him to tie her down, so before she knew it, her hands and ankles were immobilized. She struggled to withhold the scream of rage that tickled her throat.

  Having worn a short miniskirt, she gritted her teeth as he easily ran his hands over the roundness of her ass and in between her thighs.

  “Now, now, Babe . . . don’t spoil everything. You know that is off limits right now,” her voice was raspy, not from the need that he imagined, but from the anger of feeling his hands between her legs.

  “Hmm . . . so much heat coming from down there, my darling. Soon! For now, . . . let’s have some fun.”

  “I-I am scared, Babe! I don’t like to be tied down! W-w-what are you g-g-going to do.” She stammered with a tiny, helpless and scared voice.

  She could actually feel his chest swell as he chuckled. Bastard!

  “No need to be scared, darling. Just a little spanking with a paddle. I promise, I will only warm your ass. I won’t even lift your skirt.”

  Thank the Lord for small favors!