Claimed

  Claimed

  Book 1

  By Daryn Rayne

  Copyright ©2018 by Daryn Rayne.

  All rights reserved worldwide.

  Monarch Publishing

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  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the prior written permission of the author / publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover design by Decadent Designs by Dee (Dee Garcia)

  Dedication

  Being that this is my first official book baby (as in the first one I ever started with the intention of publishing, though not the first published), I want to dedicate it to anyone who has a dream or a goal. Yep, you heard me. This is for you. Take the chance, make the leap. Go after your dreams because if you don’t, who will?

  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  First and foremost, thank you. Thank you for taking a chance on me and my work. It may not seem like much but it is a piece of me and it means the world to me that you would take the time to read it. I started this story a year and half ago. It still isn’t finished but at least we are part of the way there!

  I initially said I wouldn’t write warnings in my books. That it was a piece of art no matter how you look at it and basically its part of the fun. Yet I find myself wanting to explain. This book took a lot for me to write. It came at a time in life where basically the fates threw my cards in the air and said “lets see where they land”. I truly felt that it was a piece of sh!t. After much prodding and encouragement, my dear best friend Heather encouraged me to finish it. Well, it was taking longer than I wanted. Yet I felt Dani and Joel needed to be heard. So while this is just the first installment, and their story is no where near being heard, I truly hope you fall in love with them as much as I have.

  All my love!

  Daryn Rayne

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Acknowledgements

  Possessed

  Stalk Me

  Cage Master Excerpt

  Fireball & Fiascos Excerpt

  Prologue

  Joel

  She claimed me. The hazel hue of her eyes grabbed me like a mythical siren, pulling me in and captivating me, only to let me know she was out of my league. I hoped my pull toward her would wane, proving to be an infatuation. Finally, realizing whatever this is, it’s more than a fleeting thought, I’ve made up my mind. I’ve waited long enough. Tonight I will claim her. Fuck her husband. She is mine.

  Dani

  I walk toward the door, anxiety swirling through my stomach, anticipation thrumming through my veins as I approach. Unable to think of anything but him, I found myself at the front door of his club as if drawn by an inexplicable force. The mere thought of seeing him sets me alight with chills. It’s as if my body is searching for its master. With a single touch, he branded me and doesn’t even know it.

  Chapter One

  Dani

  My stomach bubbles with nerves over tonight as if I am a virgin bride on her way to the wedding bed. I can’t help but laugh to myself, knowing I am anything but virginal. Smoothing my hands over my hips, taking in my appearance yet again, I focus on the glide of my palms over the luxurious silk fabric of my ball gown—my pathetic attempt to quell my unease.

  Giving myself a once-over for the last time—admiring briefly how the lines of the dress accentuate my perky breasts, how the fabric falls over my curves. Considering the event we are attending and its location, I am dressed rather modestly in this empire waist, floor-length goddess dress. I hear my husband Tommy call me from the sitting room of our suite, pulling me from my ruminations. Grabbing my mask (it is a masquerade after all), I head out the bedroom door.

  The elevator door opens into the lobby, and we are greeted by our friends, Jake and Lyn. Ever grateful for her presence, I give Lyn a hug and a peck on her cheek. Maybe I should explain where we are going and why I have slightly mixed emotions.

  Tommy, Jake, Lyn, and I have a unique friendship, we met through a swingers social and became fast friends. Tommy and I decided after going through a bit of a struggle in our marriage to explore the lifestyle. We got online, did some research, and found this club that caters to all levels of kink. The event we are attending is being hosted by them.

  Don’t get me wrong, there are aspects of the lifestyle that are very appealing. There is nothing quite so sensual as the thought of multiple hands, lips, and tongues caressing, exploring, tasting your body, your pleasure foremost in your partner's mind. You are their utmost focus. I am sure you are wondering how that is possible considering it would be multiple people engaging in various sexual acts and not always with their spouse. But we have witnessed a few scenes—very stimulating and appealing. Not that we have “gone all the way,” but have definitely thought about it.

  One thing I have learned is to be a part of this lifestyle requires the utmost communication and trust between you and your partner. It isn’t always easy. So far, I have had a few moments of self-doubt when insecurity raises its ugly head, and those pesky pieces of my self-conscious make themselves known. But you go into this lifestyle knowing it is about more. It is about watching your partner receive pleasure, knowing you are setting aside your doubts for them, putting them first. I am not quite ready to take the leap but am open to suggestions.

  Different partners have different rules, and so far, everyone we have encountered in the lifestyle has the greatest respect for couples and their boundaries. According to Tommy, it is all about me being his “personal porn star.” He said, and I quote, “The idea of watching you be pleasured by someone else turns me on like nothing else.” So far ,all we have done is visit the club, a couple cocktail parties, and what not. I told him I wanted to start slow and was open to the idea of “soft swapping” which is basically everything but sex with another couple.

  So far, we have limited our escapades to Jake and Lyn, done a little soft swapping, then finished out with each other. That is still hot, to make out with Lyn, then we all have sex in the same room. It adds a level of voyeurism to sex. We have discussed soft swapping with a random couple at the club which wouldn’t be too bad.

  The club is very strict with their membership applications. There are private rooms as well as some with different themes, catering to any type of fantasy you would like to experience. Into bondage? There is a dungeon. Want to dabble in voyeurism? There is a room set up to look like a street, complete with park benches and a cab. There is also a room with a two-way window where they can watch you, but you can’t see them. Overall, it is safe, consensual, and just downright sensual.

  As we get into the car, I try to figure out why my nerves are getting the best of me. For all intents and purposes, I shouldn’t be nervous. We frequent the club about once a month, it’s just another party, right? Yet I feel unsettled, off-kilter per se. I know it has to do with Tommy. He has been acting out of sorts, and I really can’t put my finger on it.

  Over the course of the last six months, our sex life has waned. Seeming to receive a jolt of life only when we visit the club which leads to my hesitancy to be here. Taking a deep breath, I brush the “feels” off and focus on the light chatter of my friends, determined to enjoy the night. Before long, we are at the club and through the door.

 
I take comfort in the familiarity of the place, allowing my nerves to settle. Determined to have a good time, Lyn and I head to the lounge area located off to the side, between the bar and the dance floor. It is set up quite nicely. She and I quickly fall into fun gossip as we wait for the men to return with our drinks. It isn’t long before they are back with not two glasses of wine but a bottle. The drinks go down like water, the conversation flows between us, and my nerves are quickly forgotten.

  Deciding to do what every woman two glasses in does when their jam starts to play, we head to the dance floor. We are grinding and dancing to the music, our bodies glistening with sweat. After a few songs, I glance to the lounge area to see we have Jake’s full attention, but Tommy is engaged in conversation with a cocktail waitress. A sight to the left of the men catches my attention. This tall drink of water with eyes that can cut through to my inner soul locks onto my gaze. Alcohol working its magic, we begin to put on a real show.

  Lyn moves behind me, my ass grinding into her, her hands graze over my body, tracing the outline of my breast before circling my nipples. The thin silk accentuates her touch, causing my braless nipples to pebble. She continues her exploration, caressing my stomach before moving to my thighs, her touch grazing over my pussy, teasing and tantalizing. I turn my head slightly and trace her lips with my tongue, my hands moving down her body as she continues to trace the outline of my hips, our tongues performing their own dance. My tongue traces her lips, caressing them in their own dance, my pussy grazes her thigh as we grind against each other. The song ends, switching to something a bit slower, so we head back for another drink, effectively turned on to a new degree.

  Lyn heads straight for Jake’s lap while I grab a seat across from them. Tommy must have gone to the restroom because he is nowhere to be seen.

  “You two get me hard every single time” Jake announces between kisses as he all but mauls Lyn. I can’t help but laugh.

  “Jake, you get hard when it rains.”

  “Yes, well, raining reminds me of jackin off in the shower.” He winks, throwing me into a fit of laughter.

  “You are intolerable.” I lean back, removing my shoes and kicking my feet up onto the ottoman in front of me. “Ugh, why do I wear new shoes dancing? My feet are throbbing.”

  “Yeah, they may be killing your feet, but they are fucking hot!” Lyn declares, leaning over and taking my shoes. She puts them on her feet and stands up as if taking them for a trial run. Three steps later her attitude quickly changes, “Fucking hell Dani, how the hell do you walk in these things?!”

  Sipping on my fresh glass of wine, I chuckle to myself, “Carefully, very, very carefully.” Lyn and Jake’s attentions are pulled to a nearby couple. I take a few minutes to close my eyes and just enjoy the ebb and flow of conversation around me when suddenly, my body perks to attention. The scent of Aqua Di Gio by Armani invades my nostrils, causing every nerve to stand at attention. I open my eyes slowly, my breath catching in my throat when I am met with the deepest blue eyes I have seen in the longest time.

  Chapter Two

  Joel

  I walk up to her and her friends, taking the opportunity before she realizes I am there to take her in. Her dark hair falls to around the middle of her back. The waves in her hair remind me of “bed head,” giving the illusion of “recently fucked.” She is a sprite thing, every part of her petite, and yet she still has a woman’s body. She has curves I am aching to run my hands down. In all, she is pure sex appeal, and she isn’t even trying. She has her dainty feet propped up on the ottoman in front of her, and she is laid back—like she hasn’t a care in the world. I noticed her a bit earlier on the dance floor as she was dancing with her friend. The two moved together with an obvious fluidity that screamed grace and elegance.

  I watch as her breath caught in her throat, her hazel eyes alight as the gold specks turned into flames. Oh yeah, she was just as attracted to me as I was to her.

  I clear my throat smiling to myself, “Ladies, sir,” I nod towards the gentleman near her. “Mind if I sit down?”

  She looked familiar. It took a moment for me to recognize her when she was on the dance floor but when I did, I knew I needed to speak with her. It takes her a minute, but I see the moment recognition washes over her face.

  Three Months Ago

  At the last minute, our resident Dominant couldn’t come in for the scheduled session. Refusing to reschedule, I take the session myself. It was simple—women or men who wanted to dabble in BDSM or needed training, whatever the case may be, would schedule sessions with our trained dominants and vice versa. If you were a new Dominant, you could utilize the services of an experienced submissive to aid you in your training.

  I feel the presence of someone else and the sensation of being watched, but seeing as this is a sex club so I pay it no mind, figuring it is probably a random bystander. I lean down and whisper, “You may cum when you are ready.” I raise the crop and deliver the final blow. My aim is perfect. It hits her pussy in just the right spot, causing her to shatter beneath me. Her moans are long and full of satisfaction. I hear a second moan from the doorway, reminding me of our company and glance up. The moment our eyes meet, I have a feeling of What. The. Fuck. It’s as if I have been hit with a sledgehammer. I have never felt this jolt of electricity simply seeing a woman. I swear the sight of her wide aroused eyes and slightly open mouth are enough to make my dick hard. And boy does the fucker jump to attention. I have to have her. Before I can say anything, she runs off. I resist the unexpected desire to chase her and have her kneel at my feet. I have never left a sub unattended after a scene and not provided aftercare. This is the first time I have ever felt the urge. I let her go and return to what is before me. I do, after all, have a submissive tied to my bench.

  Her voice pulls me back to the present.

  “Be my guest, but fair warning, I’m not moving my feet. They are fucking killing me so if you want to sit there, you get my feet in your lap”. Her smile is a smug one, I am sure she is thinking What man wants a woman he doesn’t know to put her feet in his lap? She closes her eyes again, and I take that moment to sit, simultaneously grabbing her red pedicured toes and begin rubbing her feet.

  “Yes, well, I can see why, considering the Chinese torture devices you were wearing on your feet.”

  “What are you doing?” she starts to pull her feet away, and I hold them to me, not forcefully but enough to gauge her reaction.

  “I’m rubbing your feet.”

  “Do you have a foot fetish or something?” She looks at me warily.

  I laugh at her sarcasm and begin rubbing and massaging her calves. I don’t know what has come over me. In my ten years of owning this club, not once have I ever randomly given a woman a foot massage. The more my hands roam over her legs, kneading and rubbing, she moans lightly, obviously enjoying my ministrations.

  The moan goes straight to my dick. I clear my throat. “So, come here often?” What the fuck am I thinking? That is the cheesiest line. I wag my eyebrows in an attempt to lighten the corniest of all pickup lines. Her laugh rolls through her entire body.

  “Does that line really work on women around here?”

  “Depends, is it working?”

  “Not in the least” she replies.

  My hands begin slowly moving up her legs, I stop myself at her knees, I don’t want her to think I am a pervert or something. She pulls her legs away from me, and this time, I let her.

  “Dani,” she says, sticking her hand out.

  “Joel,” I reply, “Nice to meet you, can I get you a drink?”

  She has a moment’s hesitation and looks around before replying “That’s very kind. I was just about to head to the bar and see if my husband disappeared in that direction.”

  Standing, I step back, “Well, Dani, it was very nice to meet you.”

  “See ya around,” she throws over her shoulder before heading off.

  I resist the urge to follow her but can’t help the fact she is hea
ded in the same direction I am going. What are the odds…

  I watch as she walks past the bar in search of her husband, stopping short at one of the private rooms. The curtain is pulled back, so you are able to see through the sheer veil, showing two people obviously in the throes of intense gratification.

  Chapter 3

  Dani

  I am frozen by the sight in front of me. The sound of his voice caught my attention, causing me to stop in my tracks.

  “Yes, baby, right there.”

  I watch as my husband continues to thrust back and forth, slowly fucking some random woman’s face. His hand buried in her hair, he guides her head to the rhythm he sets. She has one hand wrapped around his cock, the other hand is digging her talons in his ass. I take it all in—the lipstick on his face, his pants around his knees, all of it. The emotions war inside me. The kill shot comes quicker than I thought. I hear his moans rise, and a moment later he spurts his cum in her mouth. She gazes at him as she swallows his cum. Licking her lips in slow motion, I watch her rise and move toward him.