Passion's Training

by Devyn Douglas

  “Absolutely delectable, as I suspected.” He grinned. “I’ll have to kick Stryker’s ass for putting me on the door tonight. Otherwise I’d drag you over to a St. Andrew’s cross and get your party kicked off in style.”

  The nervousness grinding her excitement to a halt must’ve shown somehow because his teasing tone took on a more sedate, commanding tenor that slid through her like a shot of warm brandy. “Go as slowly as you need to, Katey.”

  She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “We have quite a few newcomers this evening, all Doms. Choose your playmate wisely—perhaps someone you know.”

  “Newcomers?”

  How had she not known about this? As Chase’s assistant she planned events. He’d probably kept this more illicit part of the resort in his turf. He wouldn’t trust her to understand the workings of a BDSM club. Rightfully so.

  “Potential Brigade Masters.” He shrugged. “We vet interested Doms once a year.”

  Okay. Time for Plan E—aka run like hell and forget about this foolish idea. She flashed an apprehensive smile laced with self-doubt and took a couple steps back. Showing up during a slow night had seemed like a good idea but the information cast a harsh light on potential outcomes. An overstock of Doms translated to a shortage of submissives.

  Definitely not a good scenario.

  Moisture pooled between her legs. She was in over her head and she hadn’t even made it to the kiddie pool yet. A list of potentially satisfying yet somewhat bland excuses for not entering cycled through her mind.

  It was one thing to enter mentally embracing her submissive nature. It was another one entirely to do so in a room filled with strangers. Dominant strangers.

  Shock made her jump when a firm hand settled on her shoulder. Adrenaline gave way to molten desire. Lorenzo. Thick, wavy dark hair and hazel eyes. The combination was potent enough without the olive-toned skin she longed to lick, to feel naked against hers.

  Although she’d watched most of the resident Brigade Doms scene with the patron submissives, she’d lacked the guts and the fortitude to watch Lorenzo. Her former boss ignited a need within her she’d suppressed too long.

  “Katey.” Her name flowed from his thick lips like a sensuous caress against her most intimate parts. “Second thoughts?”

  How had he known about her first thoughts?

  The question evaporated under his intense scrutiny—surgical precision slicing to her marrow. Her stomach turned and twisted into a chaotic mess.

  Warm fingers squeezed her neck gently, a calm but firm reminder she’d been asked a direct question that required an answer. She nodded.

  “My fault.” Gabe shrugged when Lorenzo arrowed a displeased glare his direction. “I warned her about the tryouts.”

  “Ah.” The simple word shifted the air between them.

  Lorenzo stepped closer until she inhaled his cologne, the woodsy, musky scent permanently adhered in her brain as his. Her pulse drummed in her ears so loud she barely heard the husky whisper tickling across her neck. “Santiago was kind enough to take your comfort into consideration, bella donna. What do you say?”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Gabe grinned. “I’ll get my reward later.”

  Her pussy clenched at the notion. Would he and Lorenzo scene a ménage with her? She’d observed Lance and Stryker with Viviana so many times she felt downright lascivious just hearing their names.

  No.

  Lorenzo wasn’t on the potential playlist she’d made. He was too intense, too tempting. Everything she desired yet couldn’t afford to chance.

  What if she humiliated herself? Or worse—what if she did something horrendous to upset them all? Where would she be? On the street with no home, no job. No stability.

  “Come, Katey.” Lorenzo squeezed her shoulder and then ran the hand down her back until it settled at her waist.

  Tingles shadowed his path. An ache settled between her legs.

  Low lighting enhanced the darkened atmosphere. Although The Brig was a fully stocked BDSM dungeon and playroom, the club was an instruction mechanism more than anything—which explained the additional lighting along the entryway and ample seating along the walls.

  A wide assortment of play stations sat in sporadic yet somewhat secluded locations in a large, open room adorned with various seating and furniture to create the image of sections. Speakers hung in the corners, partially obscuring security cameras. The layout of the room changed frequently to spotlight the various BDSM facets.

  Most of her time was spent in the background, tucked within the darkened walkway a few feet off the ground, which encircled the room. The circle opened to a large hallway she’d never had the courage to enter. She’d been told there was an assortment of private scene rooms and a couple of dungeons.

  Lorenzo paused at a small check-in room at the club’s primary entrance off the foyer. He nodded at the woman behind the counter.

  “Hey, Katey.” Marissa tapped away on a keyboard and the bracelet on Katey’s wrist vibrated softly. The device provided all information on the wearer’s identity, sexual play preferences and other data—including all pertinent notes Brigade Masters or employees might’ve made.

  She wondered if there was really much in her file yet. The most important part seemed to be the daunting checklist-slash-questionnaire, which she’d spent the past couple of months studying.

  The questionnaire was designed by Satan to pick his wicked angels. Nothing else could explain the temptations listed on the daunting smorgasbord of BDSM activities. If she marked even half the things she wouldn’t mind trying once, she’d be branded as a pervert and cast from the island—or in this case job.

  Lorenzo squeezed her arm slightly. “You with us, bella donna?”

  Nervousness settled in the pit of her stomach. She was definitely here, whether it was the wise decision or not. “Yes Sir.”

  “Are you observing?” Marissa reached for the orange band Katey’d become accustomed to wearing.

  “Katey will be more active tonight.”

  Lorenzo’s voice tumbled through her mind. She was really doing this.

  “Leave your shoes with Marissa. For tonight your feet at the very least shall remain bare.”

  A gleam appeared in Marissa’s eyes as she took Katey’s shoes and gave her a yellow bracelet to wear on her left wrist. The color denoted her first night of exploration, a warning for the Doms that she would more than likely screw up in just about every conceivable way.

  Fortunately most Doms in residence seemed to enjoy the need for additional guidance. It left Katey wondering if Lorenzo was the same. He rarely frequented the club while she was there. Perhaps his schedule didn’t allow him the luxury.

  “I’d watch this one. He’s known for making subs remain fully exposed for his pleasure,” Marissa whispered.

  “Did you forget the rules, Marissa?”

  Shock reflected in the woman’s widened eyes. “Forgive me, Sir.”

  “What occurs within the club or at this resort is private. More importantly, what a Dom chooses to do with a sub is his business to share if he wishes.”

  She nodded mutely.

  “Report to Master Santiago after your shift and he’ll administer to your punishment.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  Katey remained silent as they walked away from the woman. Lorenzo pulled a handheld device from his belt and tapped away on the keyboard. She swallowed the questions on the tip of her tongue. She’d observed enough situations with the other Doms to know when to remain silent.

  This was one of those times.

  “Marissa tests authority,” Lorenzo offered. “I find it tiring but others enjoy her antics.”

  The flooring felt cool against her bare feet. He guided her toward a small area nestled in the corner, bare of any paraphernalia other than a leather ottoman and an overgrown potted plant hiding most of the seating. Her heart raced as her gaze swept the remainder of the room.

  She tried to ignore the b
ustling activity and various scenes in progress, but moans and gasps riddled her courage with bullet-sized doubt. She’d rushed into tonight. Maybe she should’ve waited another week. Or three.

  “Come, sit.”

  Lorenzo’s massive frame enveloped the small sofa. His long legs sprawled out, slightly parted. She chewed on her lower lip and noted the small space on his right. She could squeeze in but it would be tight.

  Or perhaps he’d intended for her to kneel. Most subs did that. Caution always proved the best course of action. Her arm tingled where he touched.

  “I want you in my arms while we talk.”

  She sat on his lap and tried hard to hold the bulk of her weight on her feet. Squishing the sexy Dom wouldn’t make the night go well. He tsked softly at her aversion to his order and pulled until she was fully in his embrace.

  His fingers ran down her arm until she shivered. “You are very responsive, bella donna. This pleases me immensely.”

  Was she supposed to say something? Thank you maybe? She should’ve read over her notes just in case she’d scrawled anything about that down.

  “Red suits your coloring and brings out the blush in your cheeks.” Fingertips grazed her face and he grinned. “That’s the sexy hue I enjoy seeing on you. I bet your sweet little ass will be even more beautiful a shade when I spank it.”

  The statement thudded in her pulse, leaving her limbs leaden and her insides clanging for more. She hadn’t expected the conversation to jump the rails into nirvana this quickly.

  “You’ve shown your desire for more in so many little ways.” His voice lowered an octave and made her pussy clench as arousal coated her panties. “I’ve been patient and watched you step closer. I haven’t pressured you, but I will tonight. Don’t make us wait any longer.”

  Any hope Katey had of seeking another Dom who didn’t turn her brain into mush and her insides into goo unraveled with each word Lorenzo spoke. He knew she wanted him and he hadn’t rejected her.

  “I’d like to be one of your first Doms.” His fingers stroked her cheek. “I want you coming around my cock.”

  “I’d like that too.” Her pulse pounded in her ears and she rubbed her hands along her thighs in a nervous need to do something other than sit here and inhale the intensity that was Lorenzo Garofali.

  “Very good.” His hand settled on her knee. Awareness flared across her skin like a brushfire blazing a path between her legs. “I’ve watched your diligence with the questionnaire.”

  “You can do that?” She swallowed, re-formed the question. “You can see it even though I haven’t finished?”

  “We can see alterations and notations added or removed.”

  “I didn’t realize.”

  Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stryker and Lance were meticulous. Viviana was a programming genius wrapped in satin curves. Of course the freaking questionnaire would be a live shared form. How else could they make notations so easily?

  Ugh.

  She should’ve printed it out, written the checklists down in her notebook to work through privately. Then they wouldn’t have seen her virtual eraser scrubbing away the darkest of her fantasies. But it was too late to salvage the blemishes she’d left behind in her haste to not appear too twisted.

  Too kinky.

  “Some people have difficulty deciding where their desires lie within the checkmarks. There’s a vast sea between a hard limit and a possibly—and an ocean of pleasure between possibly and most definitely.”

  She swallowed. “I’ve never been very decisive.”

  “Don’t explain away your innocence, Katey. I find it very appealing.” His fingers toyed with her hair until the clasp holding it high on her head gave way to his will. The long mass of curls tumbled to her shoulders. “Would you like our help making your decisions?”

  “Wh-which ones?” She shivered when his hand ran up her knee, pausing to rub tiny circles on the inside of her lower thigh. Tingles shot northward, as if guiding the heated touch to where she craved it most.

  “There will be no planning your time with us. Your arousal is more than a small box on a mighty list.” Hot breath tickled her ear. “At least it is for me. I hope you agree.”

  Pleasure burst through her veins, firing blood to the apex of her thighs. She battled to remain still. Two more circles, another couple of inches closer. “Yes Sir.”

  Protective reflexes took over and squeezed her legs together when he edged closer. Was she ready to crumble beneath his touch? The fiery bursts in her belly were like a flared warning—this man could shatter her into a million pieces without breaking a sweat.

  He gripped her thigh firmly. “Remain as I place you, Katey, or you will be punished. Spread your legs wider for me.”

  Complying proved difficult as she battled her internal defenses. Was she really prepared for the civil war her desire for him created? She steeled her determination and took a deep breath as she spread her legs wider. She’d worked hard to overcome her financial issues and forge a path toward her goals.

  She deserved this reward. Surrendering to her baser instincts to submit to a powerful man—experience passion on a new level. Decision made, she relaxed into the touch crawling up her thigh.

  “Very good.”

  Yes, yes it was. Her heart thudded in her chest so hard anticipation surged to her toes. He skimmed across the thin fabric covering her pussy and her entire body trembled.

  “I’m looking forward to touching you, Katey. You must do one thing for me first.” He removed his hand and motioned for her to stand.

  Apprehension rattled her movements as she obeyed.

  “You are beautiful.” He thrust his hips upward and reached into his pocket. She gulped back the appreciation as her eyes memorized the prominent bulge in his slacks. “I must confess I had no intention of playing tonight, but some little minx with two very intimidating Doms slipped these to me and told me to give them to you in case you wanted to rock The Brig.” The last words were air quoted with a wicked grin.

  No. Viviana hadn’t.

  Lorenzo held up the tassels.

  Crud. She had.

  They’d figured out what she’d done. How? Dang it. The security cameras. Of course Viviana would’ve seen Katey trudging her way down the labyrinth of long corridors since the woman spent many hours beside her men.

  “Remove the bikini top.” He settled into the sofa. When she stood stock-still his eyebrows rose. “Very well. We’ll do this your way. Remove the bikini top and the pettiskirt.”

  Shock must’ve displayed on her face.

  “You’re running out of clothing for me to steal, Katey. Be a good sub and do as I’ve instructed.” He dangled the tassels. “I’ll put these on you myself.”

  Her spine liquefied. A tremble began between her legs and spread through her to encumber her fingers. She kept her gaze cast downward as she tugged and yanked on the thin material until it ceded to her determination not to strip entirely.

  When she halted her movements, he cleared his throat. “The pettiskirt.”

  Right. Her punishment for not obeying quickly enough. The thin material skimmed down her thighs with a slight tug.

  “Viviana has excellent taste. The mock straps of the corset accentuate your tits beautifully.” He motioned for her to step forward. “Come here and place your hands on the back of the sofa alongside my shoulders.”

  The action thrust her breasts in his face when she complied. An appreciative masculine groan rumbled across her skin and made her pussy wetter than before.

  A hand stroked her left thigh. “Spread your legs wider. Straddle my knees.”

  Obedience came easily when the orders came from the sinewy Dom whispering his way through her fantasies so many nights. His will had become a second skin.

  Lorenzo kissed the swell of her breast and she reflexively arched into the contact. Her nipples hardened, as if drawing his attention downward. His hand glided up her thigh in the same sensuous circles he’d used before. Slow. Methodical.
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br />   Seductive.

  “Beg me to taste your tits.” His breath fanned her nipple.

  “Please.” The word was more of a gasp than a formation of an intended thought. It was ripped from deep within her, the part she’d never sated. “Please taste me.”

  “Please taste my nipple, Sir.” Huskiness made his voice raw. His jaw grazed her cleavage as he paid homage to the other breast. “Repeat it correctly, Katey.”

  “Please taste my nipple, Sir.”

  “Very good.”

  The praise weakened her nervousness as awareness slid into firm control of the sensations bursting within her mind. Lorenzo flicked his tongue across an aching bud and she gasped. Fiery heat beckoned her. She moved toward it.

  “Remain still.” His hand slid farther up her thigh until she could sense its presence right below her wet pussy.

  Not moving was almost harder than breathing. The latter action had become laborious enough. Each labored draw of air into her lungs thrust her breasts upward, then away from the hot mouth taunting her obsequiousness.

  Lorenzo slid a digit past the small thong and across her slit. His mouth grasped a nipple and sucked as he slid a finger into her. Rapture enveloped her.

  “Now I see why you didn’t make the meeting.”

  Shock ruptured the sensuous haze tunneling her world to the land where only Lorenzo existed. She moved to stand, but a firm hand at her neck kept her in place.

  “Remain as you are, sub.”