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Katey Meadows has a dream job—working at The Brigade, an exclusive BDSM resort catering to curious, inexperienced vanillas like her. Studiously taking notes and formulating her strategy for plunging desire-first into her submission fantasies becomes an exercise in futility and sexual frustration when the Master she wants more than anything is the one man who rescued her from the brink of financial ruin. Overcoming her past was easy. Kneeling before her heart’s desire could prove impossible.
Lorenzo Garofali has adhered to a hands-off policy with Katey—until now. Determined to strip away her armor of distrust and insecurity, he soon discovers that baring her submissive desires means setting aside his baser instinct to claim her as his. Sharing her passion with his fellow Brigade Masters is tolerable. Losing her is not.
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Part of me wanted to drag Katey out of The Brig. I’d never thought she’d be curious about the BDSM club attached to the resort. Although I wanted her all to myself I knew what she needed was a chance to explore her first scene as it should be.
Pushing her personal limits and challenging her insecurities was hard but I knew watching another Dom do it would be even harder.
Excerpt from Passion’s Training, Book 1 of the Pleasure Brigade series:
“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.
Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13.
In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves travelling, photography and reading.
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