Passion's Training

by Devyn Douglas

  “Yes Sir, very much so.” And she did. The sensation wreaked havoc with her senses. She pressed toward him, wanting to feel more. He held her down.

  “Very good. You’re ready for the plug.” He withdrew his finger and removed a glove she hadn’t heard him put on. She watched him lube up a butt plug which looked pretty large to be considered small.

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry, little one. Once you acclimate, you’ll enjoy it. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this buried in your ass when Lance fucks your pussy later.”

  Moisture pooled between her legs at the thought. Stryker maneuvered to stand behind her once again. “You ready, Jane?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Offer me that sexy hole of yours. Let me know it’s mine.”

  Her hands shook as she reached behind her to obey. Had they both taken a lesson in how to make a woman crumple in twenty words or less? Holy crap.

  He’d taken possession of her ass. They both would. Her entire body was their playground, and they had every intention of playing hard. The plug pressed into her and she gasped as she was filled full, fuller than she’d ever experienced there.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you there, Jane.”

  “Me either, Sir.”

  “Behave today. Make sure Master Lance lets you rest, because you’re mine when I get back.”

  Chapter Six

  “Do you know why we’re here, Jane?”

  Viviana looked around at The Brigade’s private spa and shook her head. Lance smiled at the receptionist and wound them through the hallway to pause in front of a room at the far end of the corridor.

  “We want your sweet pussy bare.”

  Her senses focused on the epicenter in question. She’d always considered waxing, but never dared follow through.

  “Clearly you aren’t thrilled about this.” Lance settled his hand at her shoulder. “Tell me.”

  “Having someone see me down there…” She swallowed the rising anxiety.

  Lance swept her into his embrace. She inhaled his scent. “Could we maybe delay this?”

  “Afraid not.” He pulled away and took her hand. “Trust me, I’ll make sure you enjoy this.”

  Fat chance of that happening. She’d waxed her legs. Banshees in childbirth had probably screamed less than she had. No way in hell would she enjoy this. Uh-uh. No freaking way.

  The room was sedate. A leather chair hugged a corner. A leather-clad table took up the center. Soft music hummed in the background. Amber lights reflected from wall sconces.

  A young woman entered. A blush erupted on her cheeks. “Good morning, Master Lance. I didn’t realize this appointment was for someone with you.”

  “Hello, Yvette. How is Master Thomas treating you?”

  “Very well, Sir. Thank you for asking.” She beamed a smile at Viviana. “Master Lance introduced us during last year’s masquerade ball. I had my collaring ceremony last night.”

  “I’m sorry I was unable to attend. Something…” Lance chuckled. “Something important came up. Please, extend my congratulations to Master Thomas for me.”

  “I will, Sir.” Yvette motioned toward the table. “Please, have a seat.”

  “Viviana is a little apprehensive.”

  “The reward far outweighs the process.” Yvette blushed. “Do you wish to remain?”

  No. Hell no.

  “Yes.”

  “As you wish, Sir.” Yvette chewed on her lower lip. “Is it your wish to prepare her?”

  “Yes, please. Give us a few moments.”

  “I’ll be back momentarily.” Yvette flurried out of the room, a blending of blushes and half curtsies that made Viviana bite her tongue. She had a Master of her own. Why did she have to fawn over Lance?

  Viviana settled on the table and worked on keeping any words running through her mind firmly entrenched where they belonged—unspoken. Lance chuckled as he approached her.

  “You are cute when you are jealous.”

  “I am not jealous.”

  Lance crossed his arms. “You would lie about something so obvious?”

  Viviana remained silent. “I really don’t want to do this.”

  “You have a safe word. Use it and I will take you back to Stryker’s and we will discuss finding you a new Master to train with.”

  “What?” Viviana sat up. “This is that important?”

  “No, but your trust in us is. We will negotiate many things with you and respect your hard limits, but we are the ones who decide what’s best in certain aspects. Stryker and I happen to consider this one of those situations.”

  Viviana nodded. No pain, no gain. She could handle this.

  “Lie back.”

  Viviana rested her head on the soft pillow and winced as she saw herself in the mirror overhead. Lance moved to stand by her head. Restraints appeared in his hand.

  “Give me your wrists, Jane. I wish for you to be restrained while this is done.”

  Her pulse raced. Her hands moved toward him of their own accord. He latched them into position above her head. Thank God he’d left the jersey on her.

  “Raise your hips for a second.” He lifted the jersey to her stomach. “Spread your legs for me.”

  Viviana closed her eyes as he latched her knees into Velcro restraints.

  “So beautiful.” She fluttered her eyes open as he stood at her feet. His hand reached into his pocket. “If you wish me to add a diversion to the procedure, let me know now.”

  A small metallic object dangled from his fingertips. A bullet vibrator. Viviana shook her head. “No Sir. I will be okay.”

  “Good girl.”

  Viviana had accepted that, for a reason unknown to her, she found restraints calming. Arousing. Already her nipples were hardening and her body was reacting. Her mind drifted to the last time she’d been restrained, this morning on the kitchen counter.

  Yvette entered and smiled. Viviana closed her eyes and drifted into her thoughts, allowing them to carry her away from the warmth of the wax as it was applied to her skin. Adrenaline flowed through her system. After she got through this she hoped Lance would let her sate the arousal building within her. This morning had been too fast—not nearly enough to cleanse her system of the compulsion to be taken by the man casually sitting in the corner, watching, waiting. The only thing that would make her body react harder would be if Stryker were here as well.

  Sweet heavens, she’d really embarrass herself then.

  She gasped in shock as the first tendrils of pain ripped through her system. Lance had decided on a Hollywood wax. The realization she’d soon be fully bare down there made her entire system hum in anticipation. What would he and Stryker do? She laughed inwardly at the idea. Maybe she should suggest a reward for herself since she’d been so good.

  Soon enough the newness of the experience wore off and Viviana was more than ready to throttle the exuberant Yvette, who’d spoken the entire time about how wonderful The Brigade was and how her past year with Master Thomas had been. She’d mostly been talking to Lance since he knew who this mystical god of Yvette’s was. Viviana, quite frankly, didn’t give a frack about Master Thomas right now because this waxing wasn’t fun anymore.

  Yvette stepped away. “She’s ready, Sir.”

  “Thank you, Yvette. Beautiful job, as always.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Lance stepped up and cupped Viviana’s cheek with one hand and grazed her newly bared mound with another. “How is her skin?”

  “They advise twenty-four hours, as you are aware.” Yvette smiled. “But I know you too well, Sir, to expect you will wait that long.”

  He nodded. “Give my regards to Master Thomas. We’ll need a few moments before we depart. I trust that won’t be a problem.”

  “Not at all, Sir.” The woman departed in all smiles, another flurry of curtsies and blushes, which still made Viviana’s skin crawl. Now there was just more of it visible.

  She blinked and grudgingly admitted the newly bared mound looked…hot.<
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  Okay, it was coming off a waxing and not exactly up to a full state of perfection. Her skin was tender under Lance’s soft touch, but Viviana wasn’t about to ask him to stop. She wanted him too badly.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “It wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined, Sir.” Viviana maneuvered her head into his palm and smiled. “It helped knowing you were here.”

  “I’m honored.”

  Silence descended for a few moments as she relished the stroke of his fingers against her skin. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry. His touch grazed her thighs, touched her mound lightly, then traveled under her shirt to pay homage to her breasts.

  “You’re even more beautiful than I expected you’d be. Bare and spread out like a feast for a king. For me.” He settled on the stool Yvette had left at her feet. Hot breath rushed across her sensitive mound. “You’re supposed to refrain from sexual activity for at least a full day, but God help us all if that happens.”

  She groaned at the thought. “Please don’t make me wait, Sir.”

  “Shh, I’ve got you, Jane. It’s okay.” He blew on her clit and an invisible thread running her entire body unwound. The single action radiated through her. His tongue flicked across her sensitized skin, searing a slow trail down past her clit to her wet folds.

  His tongue delved into her. His hands wrapped around her thighs and held her where he wanted as he lapped at her pussy. The soft ministrations had her on the edge. Fire engulfed her body.

  “Please.” The single word was all the thought she could process, the only redeemable attempt she had at any protocol she was supposed to be following. He hummed his satisfaction and flicked his tongue on her clit.

  “Come for me, Jane.”

  She screamed her release as waves of pleasure exploded within her. His tongue taunted, tormented as she rode the orgasm knocking her senseless.

  She doubted she’d ever look at waxing the same way again. She was ready to book her next appointment if this was the treatment she got afterward. Sighing her contentment, she smiled up at Lance as he released her from the restraints.

  Licking her lips, she observed the prominent bulge in his jeans. Though her legs were wobbly, she knelt before him and captured his gaze. “May I?”

  “By all means.” He smirked.

  Empowerment flowed in her, a heightened need to pleasure the man standing before her. The button snapped easily enough. She slid the zipper down slowly, pausing to kiss the skin beneath as it was exposed. One day she’d manage to get them completely naked. Surely that would be possible.

  Her hands ran under his shirt, across washboard abs she still ached to lick. If she could have a wish tonight, she’d lay them both down in the massive bed she’d woken up in and devour their bodies like sundaes.

  She tugged the jeans down his powerful thighs and ran her nails across the bulging muscles. He was a Herculean god straight from a wet dream. They both were. Settling on her knees, she wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and squeezed. Her other hand massaged his balls.

  Pre-cum settled on her tongue when she flicked it across the engorged tip. Had watching her made him hard? The thought thrilled her.

  Strong hands touched the back of her head as she sucked the tip. His body was tense under her touch. She groaned and wrapped her hands around his thighs, digging her nails into his hot flesh until he knew she was asking for him to take control.

  Feeling his powerful body plunging into her mouth turned her molten. The fact she hadn’t had this same experience with Stryker yet saddened her. Hopefully she would soon.

  He thrust into her with shallow, languid strokes. She sucked harder, taunting him with her tongue as he withdrew. He groaned and increased the pace. She raked her nails down his thighs, then back up again to squeeze his ass. Her hands remained there, kneading the tight flesh like a kitten would while suckling.

  His breathing became labored. She maneuvered her hands to massage his balls and he growled as he held her head in place and rammed deep into her mouth. His release shot down her throat.

  Her gaze captured his. Sated. Shocked. The two emotions flickered across his face. His fingers grazed her cheek as she licked her way off his cock.

  “That was amazing.” His voice was rough, raw with the need he’d purged. He pulled back slightly and tugged his jeans back to his waist. Staggering back to the stool, he drew her onto his lap.

  “If I didn’t think someone would wander in and shoo us out, I’d keep you in here all day.”

  Laughter tumbled from her. “I can think of more fun places to be.”

  “So can I.” He sighed. “Sadly I have some things I need to do. Do you still need to check emails for work and stuff?”

  Viviana nodded. Reality was banging at her door and wasn’t going away, even though she’d set the do not disturb sign out earlier. “I suppose I should.”

  “Stryker’s going to meet us at the club later tonight. I’ll pick you up at his place.”

  Viviana nodded. “What should I wear?”

  Lance grinned. “I thought maybe we could go shopping in a couple of hours. Have lunch.”

  “I’d love to, Sir.”

  * * * * *

  A knock pulled Stryker from his latest Viviana-induced daydream. The little sub had been on his mind despite a hellacious day which was about to get even worse.

  Lorenzo walked in, a grim expression on his face. None of the founders ever enjoyed their forays into his office. So was the life of the chief of security. “You wanted to see me.”

  “Have a seat.”

  “That bad?”

  Lorenzo was intelligent enough to see beyond any bullshit Stryker could throw down. The man was a walking virtuoso in the business world—one no one wanted to screw with. He had an iron-clad work ethic and a moral compass few understood.

  Stryker’s gut clenched as he whirled in his chair and pressed a button to bring up his computer screen. “You know I hate delving into your shit, man.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  “And I more than anyone know certain issues which may arise could possibly be somewhat…sensitive.”

  “Cut the bullshit.”

  “Fair enough.” Stryker hated his job sometimes. This was one of those times. He could’ve had Gabe or one of the other security officers discuss this with Lorenzo, but that wouldn’t have been fair.

  Even though Stryker wasn’t a founding member, their passion for this place and the reasons it was such a success had been ingrained within him for years now. Lorenzo’s fucked-up past was almost a mirror image of the one Stryker had spent years trying to kill in one freaking war after another.

  “We’ve been working on security upgrades over the past few months. During these initiatives it came to my attention someone was accessing Brigade Financial outside standard business hours.”

  “So?”

  “That’s sort of what I said when Gabe brought it to my attention, but you know him.”

  Lorenzo nodded. “Santiago’s a determined one.”

  “That he is.”

  “To get him off my ass, I started an investigation of sorts. I had the employee keycards individually coded into our system so we could identify any possible patterns that might be concerning.”

  “Seems reasonable.” Lorenzo settled back into a leather chair and motioned for Stryker to continue.

  “I discovered that one of the employees was entering the facility almost every night.” He took a deep breath. “And entering your office.”

  “Who?”

  “Kathryn Meadows.”

  “Katey?” Lorenzo looked confused. “She’s an assistant to my admin. What could she possibly need in my office repeatedly?”

  Stryker shrugged. “I was concerned enough to install cameras.”

  Lorenzo remained silent, but his body tensed. His gaze darkened into narrow slits Stryker suspected would be daggers if wishes could be granted.

  Stryker pressed the play button and allowed the rec
ording to speak for itself. Lorenzo watched, his attention focused on the young woman huddled on his couch, shivering.

  “This was the first week I started recording. That was a month ago.” Stryker grimaced. “As you may be aware, the heating is taken down to sixty during off hours. After this I had it adjusted to seventy.”

  “Yet you didn’t think to discuss this with me until now?” Anger resonated in his voice.

  “I didn’t feel it was our concern. Short of removing after-hours access, there wasn’t much we could do. She’s not stealing. She’s sleeping.”

  “Why?”

  Stryker bit back the smartass reply on his tongue. “I did some investigation. She’s had a rough life, one which makes ours look like a freaking birthday party. No family, no support system whatsoever. She had a great-aunt who made a brief attempt at raising her for a few years—if you call daily beatings to cleanse her sins living.”

  “Get to the part that has her shivering in my office.”

  “The great-aunt was recently stricken with cancer. Medical bills piled up, and for some reason I still can’t fathom Kathryn took it upon herself to care for the woman and incur the financial burden herself.”

  “Clearly there was a bond of some sort.”

  Stryker tossed the file he’d created to Lorenzo. “More like an abused dog bowing at the feet of her abuser.”

  Lorenzo made no move to touch the file before him. Stryker doubted he ever would. “She’s destitute?”

  Stryker nodded. “She had a small home that was foreclosed on last year. What income she generates working for us is thrown into the debt her lovely auntie left when she died.”

  Lorenzo cursed. “We have programs for this shit.”

  “Not to this extent, man. That woman scoured the planet for any remedy to save her aunt.”

  “She’s never spoken a word of this to me.” Lorenzo’s shock punctuated his words. “Hell, she barely speaks to me at all.”

  “I figured you’d want to handle this on your own.”

  “I appreciate that.” Lorenzo stood and prowled toward the exit.

  Stryker could understand the rage within his friend. It probably mirrored his own. They’d all sworn years ago to help anyone they could. To know someone within their midst was in trouble brought back too many memories—reminders Stryker didn’t want to deal with.