Passion's Training

by Devyn Douglas

  She clawed at them but bit the order perched on her tongue. She fisted the material and closed her eyes, silently wishing they were naked. Her nails needed to scrape their skin. Her fingers grazed their stomachs as the memory of the bitch’s talons on them scorched her insides.

  Stryker tweaked her nipples. “Do you have something to say, little one?”

  Last time this hadn’t gone so well. She eyed the two of them skeptically. “I didn’t like her scraping her nails against you.”

  Lance chuckled. “Are we supposed to know which she you’re talking about?”

  “That bleach bitch.” Anger punctuated her words.

  The men chuckled. Stryker removed his shirt. Corded muscle greeted her fingers. Fortunately Stryker followed suit and her nails ran across his chest. Stryker’s chest was wider, but Lance’s body was leaner, more honed. Both men didn’t have an ounce of unfit flesh on them.

  “Better?”

  “Yes Sir.” Her nails ran across their stomachs and traced their waistbands, an unspoken plea. She knelt before them.

  Stryker shook his head as he reached for his pants. “On the bed. On all fours. Let us see that sexy ass of yours.”

  She crawled onto the massive bed, her body dipping into the thick comforter. Lance stroked her backside. “Your sweet ass took the flogger well last night. I look forward to playing with you on a cross. Would you like that?”

  “Yes Sir.” She spread her legs wider and leaned on her elbows to raise her ass higher in the air.

  “Very good.” Stryker set a trash can beside the bed. “Did you enjoy having this inside you?”

  “It made me feel full and I kept thinking about your cocks there. Inside me.”

  “Lift your left leg, sweetheart.” She complied and Lance slid under her. She gulped as she feasted on his thick, hard cock. When had he stripped? His hand massaged her thigh as he maneuvered her to straddle him. Condoms landed on the bed beside them.

  “Give me those sweet breasts of yours. I want to taste you.”

  She leaned down. Warm lips surrounded her areola. His tongue flicked across the pebbling tip, worshipping its response to his commanding mouth. His other hand palmed her other breast, kneading the flesh in an exquisite blend of pain and gentleness.

  The bed dipped with Stryker’s weight.

  “Kiss me,” Lance ordered.

  She dipped her head down and grazed his lips with hers. They parted under her tentative exploration and she swirled her tongue in, surprised he was allowing her to take the lead.

  Stryker’s hands roamed down her thighs and around to her pussy. He stroked her labia and groaned. “I love you bare.”

  Anticipation bolstered her courage. Muscles flexed under her explorative touch. Lance’s chest was a feast for a goddess, and Viviana felt like exactly that. She reached her other hand behind her and ran up the sinewy flesh of Stryker’s thighs until she grasped his hard shaft with her hand. The angle was awkward, but the reward was worth the effort.

  Her senses constricted until only the two men existed. She surrendered to their caresses, the sensations their gentle exploration of her skin created.

  Stryker moved her hand away from him and leaned her down until her breasts touched Lance’s chest. Probing fingers touched the tip of the plug buried in her ass. Her breath hitched.

  “You’re ready for me now, little one.”

  She shivered as he pulled the toy out. A loud clanking sound startled her, but then she remembered the trash can he’d set beside the bed. She swallowed her apprehension and focused on Lance’s hooded gaze on her. Her fingers wrapped around his cock. She wet her lips.

  “Next time, sweetheart.” He reached over and pulled a condom out of the package and handed it to her. “Get me ready for you.”

  Ripping the foil open with her teeth, she pulled the condom out and rolled it onto his cock. She massaged his balls and squeezed his shaft. His fingers probed her wet slit and rubbed her clit. She groaned and thrust into his touch.

  She lifted up to position him inside her, but Lance and Stryker both grabbed at her hips and waist, holding her into place.

  “Not yet, little one,” Stryker whispered. “Lean forward and kiss Lance. Put your hands on either side of his head so you’re on all fours.”

  She hesitated. Lance pulled her down and captured her lips, overpowering her senses with his heady taste. Stryker rubbed something cool on her sphincter. She squirmed at the awkward feeling but he held her hip with one hand as his finger gently pressed its way into her asshole.

  Her breathing grew more intense. This was really going to happen. Here. Now. With these two men. He fucked her with slow thrusts until she moved in time to the sensual rhythm he’d set.

  Lance’s tongue swirled on her earlobe, then down her neck. His hands ran to her nipples and pinched until she gasped. She pumped his cock with her hand.

  Stryker’s finger left her. Something else flew into the can. “Relax, little one.”

  She closed her eyes and focused on Lance’s mouth and hands on her body, on Stryker’s hand on her hip. She wished she could see what Stryker was doing, see the hard cock she was about to feel claiming her in a way no man had.

  They intended to take her in tandem. The realization cranked up the adrenaline in her bloodstream, firing a new pulsating inferno of need to her pussy. A moan escaped her parted lips between labored breaths as she felt something pressing against her asshole.

  Lance kissed her again, forcing her attention to him instead of the breaching onslaught she wanted to pull away from, yet couldn’t imagine not experiencing. She hung between the two men, a mass of nerves and weakened limbs. Stryker’s groan matched her own as she felt him inside her.

  Pain mingled with fullness overpowered all her other senses. She clawed at the bedding and reflexively bit the tongue probing her mouth. Lance tensed under her.

  Stryker stilled. She severed the brutal kiss she shared with Lance and gasped for air as her body stretched to accommodate the unmoving, thick shaft within her. An arm reached around her waist and dragged her up and backward until she was leaning against Stryker’s powerful torso. The action pressed her farther onto Stryker’s cock.

  He cupped her breasts. Hot breath cascaded on her face, her neck. His labored breathing made her realize he was fighting to not thrust into her. “You feel so good, little one. So perfect.”

  He lifted her slightly. Lance’s hands squeezed into her thighs and she gasped as his cock plunged into her wet pussy. She opened her eyes and he was there, mere inches from her. His hot breath trailed across her cheek until his mouth claimed hers. Lodged between their fiery heat she relaxed and surrendered to their strength.

  Neither moved. Viviana’s pulse quickened. Her pussy clenched Lance and she moved on Stryker, testing the way he felt within her. Both men groaned. Their hands wandered across her body, inciting a need that pulsated to where they’d melded as one.

  “Please.” It was too much. She needed something. Release. She clawed at their thighs, scraping her nails against their sinewy flesh.

  Closing her eyes, she sighed as they began to move within her, their thrusts and withdrawals from her a synchronized effort to hurl her into the euphoric haze she’d experienced before. Her hips moved in rhythm with them. Her hands ran across their skin, squeezing, marking.

  She leaned her head back on Stryker’s shoulder and he growled, his lips coming down on hers in a crushing kiss meant to obliterate what ability she had left to think. His hands tugged on her hair, pulling her head and holding her in place as they thrust harder, deeper.

  Lance rubbed her clit. She shimmied away. The sensation was too much with everything else happening. But Stryker’s body pinned her, leaving her defenseless to their sensual ministrations. Heat spread through her, her body tensed as molten pleasure claimed her. Tears pooled in her eyes as the sheer force of her orgasm overpowered her.

  “Good girl,” Stryker whispered. “Don’t fight it.”

  “Ssh.” Lan
ce stroked her clit as her pussy clenched his cock.

  She dangled between them, a limp mass of sensation erupting with each touch of their hands and stroke of their tongues across her flesh. They moved within her, pressing her past any pleasure she’d experienced before and into a whirlwind of abandon.

  She heard a guttural growl, followed soon by another and knew they’d joined her. Lance collapsed on the bed and Stryker positioned her atop him as he stroked her thighs and withdrew from her. His breathing was ragged, labored like hers.

  “Shit.” Lance ran his hands across his face.

  Viviana doubted words would form for her if she were to try. Silence spoke volumes as the three collapsed beside one another. Both men stroked her arms and legs as her eyes drifted shut. Her mind settled on a path for tomorrow. It was time to speak with Kade about the offer. She couldn’t imagine waiting months for what she knew deep down she’d wanted all along.

  Chapter Ten

  “Viviana.”

  The startled greeting made her smile shyly as she nodded at Gabe Santiago. She’d met him a couple of times before in passing, but he’d always been working. This seemed different somehow. Perhaps because Lance or Stryker weren’t here. She’d gotten used to them being around when she met other Doms.

  But they’d given her space to “think” the past couple of days.

  A week had passed since she’d forayed into The Brigade. The past few days had been a blissful haze of sensual exploration. They’d both expressed a concern that she needed time to reflect on the experience and decide whether she wanted to continue her training with them—or with others within the Brigade.

  She couldn’t imagine the journey without them and felt guilt that they hadn’t known about tonight. She knew that she’d have a hell of an explanation to give her four older brothers if they ever discovered what she was getting herself into, but she was an adult and didn’t really care what they thought.

  “You sure this is what you want to do?”

  “Yes Sir.” Viviana nodded as she shouldered off the robe she’d donned.

  Assessing eyes scanned her naked body. “God help any Dom who gets in between you and them.”

  Heat rose in her face. “I appreciate your help with this, Sir. It wouldn’t have been possible without you and Master Chase.”

  “Hey, just remember, we never had anything to do with it if this goes south.”

  Viviana laughed. “Agreed.”

  Gabe nodded. “I’ll go set things in motion. You should have about ten minutes to get ready.”

  Viviana took a deep breath as the man left. This was the right thing to do. A public statement on her intentions would demonstrate not only her submissiveness but her desire for them as her trainers.

  All she had to do was trust that Chase, Lorenzo and Kade would handle whatever needed to happen. They seemed to understand more of what was to happen than she did. As if on cue, the blond jean-clad Dom stepped into the room.

  “Hey there.”

  “Hello, Sir.”

  His gaze traveled up her body, pausing at her hip. A sensual grin spread on his face. He pulled a set of leather cuff restraints from his belt and held out his hands. “Last chance to change your mind.”

  Viviana remained silent and cast her gaze downward. He locked her wrists behind her back and prowled behind her. Darkness descended as he positioned the blindfold over her eyes.

  Breathe.

  Chase had given her ample opportunity to back out. He, Lorenzo and Kade had all told her exactly what to anticipate for the first portion of tonight—the offering. Though Viviana knew very little about BDSM, she understood that tonight’s ritual was the Brigade’s private version of a collaring ceremony for submissives entering their exclusive ranks.

  They’d decided to perform the ceremony at The Playground tonight since this evening was a lockdown—Brigade members only, and apparently the last night where there’d be enough of them gathered to make it a legal ceremony. Because it wasn’t a preplanned, sanctioned event, Brigade members weren’t required to attend.

  That’s where Gabe came into play. If things worked as intended, Lance and Stryker would be present. If not… Viviana shoved the thought out and battled to ground the dinosaurs soaring within her stomach. It heaved and rumbled in protest. She shouldn’t have skipped dinner.

  Enveloped in darkness, she accepted Chase’s hand on her arm and allowed him to guide her up the steps and onto the back portion of the makeshift stage they’d set up in the center of The Playground.

  “Good evening, Viviana.”

  “Good evening, Sir.”

  “It pleases me greatly that you agreed to this,” Kade stated. “Our Masters will enjoy having you as a submissive within our ranks.”

  “Thank you for having me, Sir.” Viviana wet her lips. “Are they here?”

  Kade’s amusement lilted his voice. “You are almost more impatient than my sub.”

  “Forgive me, Sir.”

  “No forgiveness needed. This is a highly emotional night for everyone—yet I’m sure it will be quite pleasurable for us all. Let us make our way to the front of the stage so that I can open the curtain and begin.”

  Conversations hummed around her. Tension mounted in her limbs as Chase helped her kneel on the stage. The leather pad was cool on her knees, the leather comforting on her wrists as he secured them to the floor behind her. A collar clasped shut against her throat. A chain rattled as it was latched to the floor before her, forcing her gaze to remain downward.

  Kade’s voice boomed over the riotous crush of people Viviana’s senses heard. How many were there? Her pulse quickened at the thought. She’d hear the curtain open. It had squeaked during the impromptu practice. At least this part she knew.

  It was what followed that had her entire body curling in anticipation. Her pussy slickened with desire.

  “Over the past several years, we have had the pleasure of inviting submissives to enter our private membership. The Brigade Masters take their training and pleasure very seriously, and it is my privilege to say that tonight we shall offer a new member for this coveted fold.”

  The curtain squeaked open. Warmth from the room rushed across her skin. She winced as a light cast onto her, the rays breaking through minute crevices in the blindfold to tell her that she was now bare, an offering to the men of The Pleasure Brigade.

  Though she’d been accepted by the founders, it was now up to the members gathered within to determine her fate. She had been offered. If they accepted her, she would have to be claimed by at least one member for training.

  “The Brigade founders have found Viviana to be trainable, pleasurable and a welcome addition to our submissives. It is my personal hope that you, the members, agree. As is our tradition, I offer Viviana to you all for inspection and acceptance. Should you find her to be a worthy treasure for our group, drop your membership key into the chest beside her as a symbolic offering of your guidance, training and protection.”

  Wow. This was more like a secret fraternal society than she’d expected. The thought made her shiver in anticipation. They’d now entered the portion of the ceremony the men had all refused to elaborate on.

  Silence descended for a moment. Kade’s footsteps drifted away. She remained still, determined to see this through. She sensed someone approach, a stealthy, dark encroachment into her personal space. The chain was removed from her neck and her head tugged upward. She inhaled the scent of leather and male as an unseen hand grazed her cheek.

  Suddenly the ground below her was raised. Hands ran down her sides, tickling her rib cage with featherlike softness. Her nipple was encased in heat. She gasped as someone began to suckle the hardened peak. Deft fingers probed her wet pussy, sliding into her with a deep thrust. The action startled her. She thrust her pussy into the warm hand. Pleasure unfurled within her.

  The platform descended and the looming body that’d tormented her drifted away. An echoing clang of metal against metal sounded beside her. She wet h
er lips and took laborious breaths as the process was repeated.

  She could hear him breathing in front of her. His zipper came undone. Confident fingers threaded in her hair and pulled her forward. Her mouth opened of its own accord. Her tongue flicked across his shaft and upward as he dragged her toward its tip. She envisioned Stryker, then Lance, and surrendered to cresting waves of fantasy crashing within her.

  He pulled away too soon. She whimpered with his withdrawal and was greeted with a warm kiss to her cheek and a chuckle in her ear at her obvious desire to continue. Metal clinked beside her.

  Another Dom approached, his rush toward her as quick as her ragged pulse. She was pressed backward, her legs kicked apart. The maneuvers were uncompromising demands of her body. Fingers slid into her wet slit and fucked her deeply until she gasped. Her clit throbbed, aching for the commanding touch controlling her. She met the powerful thrusts into her, but the touch she secretly longed for didn’t come.

  He pulled her body upward and ran something moist across her lips. Her tongue darted out and tasted her lips. It was her. She swallowed the moan rising in her throat as the man walked away. Metal struck metal beside her.

  Her wrists were released and her body positioned until her forehead rested on the floor between her hands, which were flat, palms down, on the cool flooring. She remained in the position, her ass in the air, her body coiled for whatever the man behind her intended. His footsteps paused.

  Ribbons of pain darted across her back. Shock curled around her, bracing her for the next wave of sensation to her ass, then her thighs. The sensation danced through her skin and rushed awareness to her core. Her pussy moistened under the onslaught. Just as her body learned the rhythm of the sensual leathery embrace, it stopped.

  Grateful for the position, she collapsed onto her arms long enough to catch her breath and acknowledge in her mind that another key had been dropped into the chest beside her. That had to be what the metal on metal meant. Through the hazy fog unfurling in her mind she knew that once again—in typical Viviana fashion—she’d failed to ask some very pertinent questions. How many keys did she need? How many Doms would be participating in this? How long would this last, and more importantly, when would she be allowed to come?