Passion's Training

by Devyn Douglas

  She moaned as the platform she was on rose. A hand pressed on her back, letting her know she was to remain how she was. Warmth trailed across her wet pussy and she groaned as someone licked her labia, lapping a sensuous pass to her clit. She hadn’t realized how exposed her pussy had been and she shivered as she remembered the treatment she’d just received. That someone had wielded whatever he’d used that well and never struck her pussy startled her.

  All thought vacated the moment a tongue toyed with her clit. Her entire body shook with the need to come. She clung to her position, though she wanted to grind herself against the mouth pleasuring her. As if sensing her angst, the tongue fled its exploration of her clit and slipped into her pussy. She gasped as he tongue-fucked her and wanted to scream when he stopped. A key dropped beside her.

  I’m going to die from overstimulation.

  Viviana wet her lips and took a deep, cleaning breath, determined to survive the sensual torment. A hand wrapped around her waist. Another pulled her backward and palmed an aching breast. Fingers glided across her slit and she whimpered her need for release. They hadn’t said a word. None had.

  That alone kept her silent, though the urge to beg for release waged war with her reasoning. Speak only when spoken to. The order had been one of the only ones she’d been given in warning for this event.

  Pressed against the body behind her, she hadn’t expected the sweep of leather across her tits. Another Dom had joined. Leather slid across her, striking both nipples in a brushfire of pain. Rivulets of sensation clawed under her skin. The hands moved and spread her legs wide and thrust her hips outward.

  Viviana gasped as something struck her pussy. A pleasurable, yet burning sensation curled in her and she tumbled into the delicious hazy abandon overpowering her senses.

  Lost in sensation, she accepted the rigorous onslaught with abandon, her insides clawing for a release. She was on a pinnacle of need and had dangled there for so long she doubted she’d ever climb off.

  Water trickled down her throat and she swallowed, unsure how much time had passed. She’d lost count of the Doms and the keys. She gulped. Warm hands cupped her face and pulled errant strands of her hair from her face.

  “Ssh, little one. We’ve got you.”

  Stryker? She reached for him, falling against his body as her restraints were freed of the floor. She remained silent, remembering the one command she’d been given. He stroked her skin. He rocked her gently, cooing on her ear.

  Someone crouched before her, their hands joined Stryker’s. A thumb rubbed her clit and she groaned her need.

  “Come for us, sweetheart.”

  Lance.

  Her body ignited, an explosion of sensation ricocheted within her. Their arms embraced her. She melted between them and clung to their husky whispers as her body glided back from wherever she’d been.

  “You are an amazing little submissive, Viviana.” Stryker stroked her thigh. “This little addition to your skin nearly made us kill everyone in here.”

  “I…” She halted her statement. She’d done too much to screw it up. Could she speak? Putting their personal insignia on her in henna ink had been a brazen step—one she’d finally achieved only after vowing never to tell either of them who’d inked her.

  “Tell us, sweetheart,” Stryker urged.

  “I wanted you both to know I wanted you for my trainers. I can’t imagine not being yours.”

  “It must’ve been difficult to do this, knowing so many would see you.” Stryker wrapped a blanket around her.

  “They didn’t tell me there would be so many. I only knew I had to have keys.” She glanced at the forgotten chest beside her, startled by how many were in there. “I don’t remember them all going in.”

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. You hit subspace and everything probably melded together after that.” Lance smiled. “You were beautiful.”

  “We would be honored to be your Doms.”

  “Thank you, Sirs.” Relief ripped away whatever doubts she’d had deep within her. Though she knew there’d be a lot to discuss if this was to work out, she knew that this was what she wanted, for however long it would last.

  Viviana wasn’t foolish enough to think the two men touching her were used to sharing someone long-term. But the fact they were both here, touching and tending to her demonstrated all she needed to see—they were willing to try.

  Lorenzo, Chase and Kade appeared behind Lance. Viviana smiled up at them. “Thank you for your help, Sirs.”

  “It was our pleasure.” Lorenzo smirked. “In more ways than one.”

  Embarrassment crawled within her and she curled into Stryker’s embrace and tugged the blanket around her. “You were one of them in the ceremony.”

  “It is Brigade policy for us to never discuss who did what, or who didn’t. All you need to know is that the membership has wholly embraced you.” Kade picked up the chest.

  “We will all participate in your training until you are officially collared by someone, or several someones,” Chase stated.

  The statement made her look forward to the journey unfolding. She looked around the crowded club and then at Lance and Stryker. “Can we leave now?”

  Lance chuckled as he stood and picked her up. “You read my mind, sweetheart. I think Stryker and I have better things to do with you than hang around here.”

  “Indeed.”

  Epilogue

  Kathryn Meadows had turned freeloading into an art form. If there was a museum for mooching off the workplace, she could be Van Gogh, or even Degas. Guilt had teamed up with stress to become her favorite pastimes.

  She knew better than to bemoan her life. It could be worse. It’d been much, much worse.

  Forcing the past away for tonight, Kathryn took a deep breath and agonized over her meager existence. She had shelter. Admittedly, it was subterfuge that provided it more than her wages. She had food. Mostly peanut butter, crackers, ramen noodles, tuna and whatever she could forage from the fridge on Friday night.

  Three years, two months and fourteen days was the remaining time on her sentence—barring any unforeseen issues. She was reasonably healthy for her twenty-four years of age. There’d be no reason for her to deviate from her payment schedule. Getting her aunt’s medical bills and funeral costs paid was paramount.

  Kathryn had made many mistakes. Mortgaging the house to the rafters hadn’t been wise. Before she’d realized what happened, she’d lost her house, her car and any foundation of normalcy she had.

  Except for here. Brigade Financial.

  Three years, two months and fourteen days.

  After that she’d be free. For the first time ever, she could live.

  Taking a hopeful, wistful breath, she trudged up the stairs to the top level of Brigade Financial. A wise person living at her place of work would probably have chosen somewhere less conspicuous than Lorenzo Garofali’s office. The chief operating officer for Brigade Financial made most intelligent people tremble on a good day.

  Kathryn was lucky to remember to breathe. Though he rarely acknowledged her existence, she couldn’t ignore the purely feminine response to his wicked grin. It was his intensity that made her shiver. Everything about the man made her weak-kneed like a kindergartner the first day of school.

  Perhaps that was why she felt secure here, in his office. She clicked the door shut and closed her eyes, inhaling his scent deeply until it dried out the welling trouble within her. While she was here, she was a woman cocooned in warmth, security and alone with her forbidden fantasy.

  “Katey.”

  A startled scream escaped her. “Mr. Garofali. Forgive me. I didn’t expect you to be here.”

  His tall, honed physique loomed from behind the mahogany desk. She swallowed the rush of apprehension as her eyes scanned him in silent appreciation. She’d seen him in jeans only a few times. What that man did to denim should be outlawed. Nothing that good could be legal. A pale-blue button-down shirt rippled across his chest, stopping in a disheveled
bundle of wrinkled fabric just long enough to obscure his groin.

  Stop ogling the boss. You need a good reason to be traipsing into his office like you own the place.

  “I see you’re taking casual Friday seriously for once.” His mocha gaze traveled down her.

  Wiping her hands down her black sweatpants, she forced a smile and shrugged. “I stopped by to pick up some paperwork Hildey wanted me to look over this weekend. I was thinking she left it in here.”

  His gaze narrowed, but he remained silent as he made his way around the desk. Leaning against the massive structure, he crossed his long legs and motioned toward the chair a couple of feet from him. “Please, take a seat. We need to talk.”

  Oh shit.

  “I’m sorry I disturbed you, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

  “You have impeccable timing. I was just thinking about you.” The husky statement made her mind turn to gelatinous goo. How could she think fast on her feet if he talked like that?

  “Did you need me to handle something, Sir?”

  “I have no doubt you could handle anything I wanted you to, couldn’t you?” He smirked. “You’ve made a remarkable impression on Hildey. That’s very rare.”

  “Thank you, Sir. I love working with her.”

  “I’m afraid your career at Brigade Financial must take an unexpected veer into new territory, Katey.” He crossed his arms. “You are aware of our other property, The Brigade.”

  It was a statement more than a question requiring a response. Thank God. Just the name made her entire body tremble in anticipation. The BDSM resort was the real reason she’d begun to work here. Curiosity.

  She didn’t know what she’d expected to learn at the unrelated financial institution, but she’d been too intimidated to apply for any position at The Brigade.

  Silence descended and she adjusted herself in the plush leather chair. She felt like a worm under a microscope. And she was about to get examined.

  “I’m afraid your time within my office must come to an end for the sake of the organization. You are too valuable an asset to waste away as a secretary to my admin.” He reached behind him and picked up a red folder with The Brigade’s insignia. “Business at The Brigade has increased significantly. Chase requires an admin.”

  The Brigade. Admin.

  “Congratulations, Katey. You are the new executive administrator of The Brigade.” Lorenzo held out the folder and smiled. “All the paperwork is in here, including the forms you must sign for your twenty-percent pay increase.”

  “Me?” Her voice was a squeak. Her hand was limp when she took the folder. Shock had settled in, quashing whatever anxiety she’d had with ease. “I’m being promoted?”

  “Yes, but I’m afraid I must ask several things of you that may have you refusing the position.”

  Kathryn could feel the tears pooling in her eyes. A promotion. Someone thought she was worth taking a risk on. How would she manage to get out there? The resort was a solid one hour drive away from downtown Austin. There’d be a metro line.

  Or, even better, she could get a car of some sort. It was an investment. And with the pay raise she’d probably still be okay on her payment arrangements. It’d be tough. How much was insurance? What was the dress protocol at the resort? She ping-ponged questions back and forth like a champion, but she knew none would cross her lips. Not now.

  This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

  Lorenzo reached over and pulled on her chin until she looked at him. Blinking away the tears, she forced a tentative smile. “I’m sorry, Sir. This all caught me off guard.”

  “Never apologize for showing your emotions, Katey.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  “Now, on to the requests.” He sighed. “Chase is rather unique to work with. He is obsessive about many things and, frankly, refuses to accept he needs help. You will have an uphill battle getting him to accept your assistance.”

  “Then how did this position come to be?”

  “He was the minority opinion.”

  Okay. She could handle this. Somehow.

  “The Brigade operates sporadic hours. For that reason, I must ask that you accept a suite within the employee wing of the resort. All expenses paid. Consider it a perk of the job.”

  A suite. At The Brigade.

  Had she died and entered some twisted alternate dimension?

  “Because I have no idea what you will be required to do, or where you will have to go, you will provided with a vehicle of your choosing from the fleet.”

  A car.

  “I can’t believe this.”

  “You’ve earned this, Katey.” His voice was edged with emotion. “The Brigade always takes care of their own, and that includes promoting from within.”

  “I appreciate that. This means a lot.” More than he’d know. She gripped the folder like a lifeline, still unable to believe it was real.

  “I know Hildey is going to miss you terribly.” He chuckled. “Hell, I’ll miss you. I’ll be going back to grounds in my coffee.”

  She couldn’t help but grin even though inside she already mourned the loss of Lorenzo every day. “You’re out at The Brigade though. So we’ll still see each other.”

  His gaze darkened. “I promise you’ll be seeing a lot more of me than you have, Katey.”

  About the Author

  Devyn Douglas is the edgier, more erotic alter ego of Cara Carnes. She resides in Austin, Texas where she writes in assorted genres, from contemporary to sci-fi.

  You can find out more at www.devyndouglas.com, or by subscribing to her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/cCOV8j

  Ready for more Pleasure Brigade? Here’s a sneak peek at Passion’s Trust, Book 3

  Sneak Peak – Passion’s Trust

  Chapter One

  Katey Meadows took a deep breath and willed her legs to move, even though her brain had braked moments before. Gabe Santiago worked the door at The Brig as if he owned it. But she’d expect any Dom from The Brigade to do exactly that—control.

  Adrenaline thrummed through her blood like jet fuel. The man was almost more tempting than Lorenzo Garofali. That was a mighty big hill for others to climb.

  “No notebook?” Gabe’s mocha gaze roamed her body with a slow, sensuous gait.

  She always grew nervous around this man. First off, she never knew what to call him. Half the men used his last name. The others called him Gabe. At The Brig he was Master Santiago. Three options, none of which settled the raging butterflies in her belly. Silence was best.

  His eyebrows lifted in a warning his patience was being tested. Right, he’d asked a question.

  The notebook.

  That’d been her first mistake. Hindsight left her regretting her penchant for lists, organization and research. She never forayed into uncharted areas without at least two strategies and three alternative courses of action. The planner in her wouldn’t allow it, even though the submissive within her wanted nothing more than complete surrender to a man like this one.

  Or Lorenzo.

  Don’t go there. He can’t be yours. Not now, not ever.

  Katey expended a regretful sigh at the thought. Her job was too important.

  Don’t play where you work.

  Lorenzo had already done more for her than anyone else. He’d taken firm control over her situation once he’d realized she’d lost her house and was essentially homeless in an effort to pay off the massive medical bills and other debts her aunt had accumulated during her battle with cancer.

  She’d resorted to sleeping within Brigade Financial—in Lorenzo’s office—until security footage had captured her. Until he had captured her. He’d promoted her to a new position and moved her out to The Brigade.

  Of course, she hadn’t figured out he knew her situation until a few weeks after she’d accepted the position. He’d expected her to be angry at his highhanded intrusion. Truth be told, she’d been humbled and hopeful. Having someone care enough to fight her battles empowered her.

 
She mattered.

  She missed Lorenzo. His visits to The Brigade were sporadic, hectic. Truth be told, she was lonely.

  Dating proved difficult when no man could measure up to the Brigade Masters. They’d raised the bar so incredibly high Katey doubted any man she’d be worthy of could ever reach it.

  “Katey.”

  Heat rose in her face when she realized she’d zoned out.

  He scraped his five-o’clock shadow with his palm. “I see you’ve foregone the grunge muffin look. Such a shame, I liked the challenge of stripping the excess garb from you.”

  A knot formed in her throat. Her gaze darted past him into the darkened, hallowed playground for resort patrons. Running from the obvious flirtation would be too simple, the chicken approach to an intoxicating morsel of wickedness she’d longed to savor.

  “I thought this would be more appealing.”

  Gabe’s gaze roamed her body again as he locked his hands in front of his body. Heat spread down her like an uncontrolled brushfire with each sensuous stroke of his eyes. He’d miss nothing in his observation, yet he’d say nothing. He was the epitome of control. Steel resolve encased in bronze skin rippling from under a snug black t-shirt and denim jeans. The look reminded her of Lorenzo.

  The consequence was a flaring awareness so fierce her nipples hardened under her red leather under-bust corset and matching thong—a gift from Viviana—and a way-too-short black pettiskirt—a gift from Autumn. The women had been beyond insane to think she’d wear the outfit as they’d intended.

  Her breasts would’ve been fully exposed. It was bad enough her ass would be exposed if she bent over. She wasn’t about to bare anything else. She’d added a red bikini top for a modicum of coverage, which would no doubt leave the two women amused and horrified.

  Arousal flared to life when she imagined wearing the outfit as it had been intended. The nipple pasties with dangling tassels would’ve been adorable.