PassionsTraining by Cara Carnes Page A

chilling the marrow within her.
    Lorenzo scanned her bracelet and moved his fingers along his smartphone. “Had he bothered to follow protocol he would have known he’d violated one of your hard limits.”
    “Hard limits?”
    “Master Lance and Master Stryker both noted that degradation was a hard limit for you, given your past.”
    Given her past? How had they known about her past? Had she entered some alternative time loop? Confusion kept her silent. His calming voice and soothing touched filtered through her fear.
    “They are quite intuitive.”
    “Apparently so, Sir.” She had a lot of questions for them. She took another deep breath.
    “Nights like these try our patience. Too many freaks masking themselves as Doms show up. We try to screen them, but they are cockroaches who find their way in no matter what we do.” Lorenzo grinned. “We aren’t all that way.”
    “No Sir.”
    “You were quite enthralled with the spanking scene.”
    “Yes Sir.” She fought to not look away from his molten gaze. His fingers grazed her lips.
    “I remember how envious I was of Lance when he did that scene with you.”
    Viviana looked down at her hands and fiddled with the edge of her outfit.
    “Your bracelet says if we see you doing that to strip you down to nothing but your sexy smile. I’d hate to be the one to bare those beautiful tits for everyone to see, sweetheart.”
    Viviana’s fingers froze. Crap. The bracelet was a computerized Dom of her very own. The thought made her pussy moisten. How detailed had their entries been?
    “Keep your hands at your side. Do not rob me of gazing at your beautiful mound.”
    She moved her hands. Her heart beat hard in her chest.
    “Master Lance is a more generous man than I am. Were you mine to train I would have either kept you in my private dungeon tonight or brought you here with nothing more than your sweet smile and a pretty bow around your neck so everyone knew you were mine.” His finger grazed her knee and wandered up her inner thigh. “Spread your thighs for me, sweetheart.”
    His hot breath fell on her ear. She shivered. Somehow her legs moved to comply. He took the knee closest to him and pulled her leg until it was locked between his.
    “Good, bella . Lean back against the sofa and relax.” The leather was cool against her back. His hand was warm, gentle, as his fingers splayed on her upper thigh. Moisture pooled between her legs, so close to the taunting touch riddling her senses.
    “It angers me to know someone could have been so cruel as to degrade you, sweetheart. Tell me, was it someone you trusted with your heart?”
    She tensed involuntarily. She’d never spoken about that bastard with anyone. It had seemed easier to carry the burden of her foolishness alone. At least then no one could tell her she’d been crazy to begin with.
    “I was young and stupid. I thought he was the answer to my prayers for a strong, confident man.”
    “Many wanting a dominant mistake brutish behavior for what they desire.” His fingers circled, rubbing her inner thigh as he moved upward just enough to make her gasp in anticipation. He paused. “You were a strong woman to leave such a man.”
    “I was lucky to have four older brothers ready to kill him.” Viviana grinned. “Not many people are brave enough to take them on.”
    “I do not envy Lance and Stryker then,” Lorenzo teased, a grin spreading on his handsome face. Her fingers itched to run through his thick, wavy black hair. “Though I must admit I’d suspect they could wipe the floor with your brothers and not break a sweat.”
    “Probably so.” That’s what attracted her most about them so far. They were strong. Fearless. The type of man she’d always been attracted to.
    “I am pleased to spend this time with you, sweetheart. I discovered today someone I’ve known for some time was hurt very badly long ago and is now in dire need of someone to help her.” His voice was sad. Concern etched his features.