slut.
I bet you’d do anyone with a cock.
I don’t know why the hell I fuck you. You’re a worthless slut.
“Come back to us, Jane.” Lance’s voice fell in her ear. “Now, Jane.”
She blinked and looked around. He’d crouched beside her. Master Chase and Master Lorenzo glowered, all amusement obliterated from their expressions.
“Head down, Jane. Spread those legs wider for us. I love seeing your pussy and how wet it is. Don’t deny us what we enjoy, little one.” Stryker pressed her head down.
Viviana took a deep breath and focused on casting her gaze downward. She closed her eyes and willed the tears pooling in her vision to go away. For fuck’s sake, she didn’t want to lose this chance. Not when she’d tasted nirvana.
All she needed was one more time. Just one more scene. Maybe two. Was it too much to ask?
She’d beg if she had to. God, she hated begging. But she’d gotten good at it over the years. That was so long ago. She’d sworn never to beg for anything ever again after him. But this was different.
So, so different.
In all the right ways.
She’d vowed before coming here to strike the past and forge her own future. Living in shame and fear hadn’t gotten her anywhere. It was time to embrace her desires.
“I’ll trust you two to adhere to Brigade protocol as much as possible,” Chase stated. “But you two aren’t getting out of those classes.”
“Agreed.” Lance stood. “Anything else?”
“Two weeks.”
“Fair enough,” Stryker stated.
“I’d prefer limited visibility for some of it.” Chase motioned toward the room behind them. “I don’t have the patience for whining this week.”
“We’ll use my quarters,” Stryker added.
“When’s the next shutdown?” Lance asked.
“Wednesday.” Lorenzo pulled out his smartphone. “Should we add you?”
“Yes, please.”
What was a shutdown? Viviana suspected she’d created enough havoc with her earlier questions. She’d learn soon enough.
“That’s only a few days away. Are you sure she’ll be ready?” Chase asked.
“You doubt us?” Stryker replied.
Chase shook his head. “I give up.”
The two men walked away, commenting about military brainwashing and testosterone overload. Although Viviana suspected a few people had been watching—and probably still were—she felt alone with Lance and Stryker once again. Her breathing eased.
“Your drinks, Sirs.” The soft voice ruptured Viviana’s quiet space.
“Thank you, Sarah, dear.” Lance took one of the bottled waters and the drink. “Time to drink up, Jane.”
* * * * *
Their latest Jane was a lightweight. Lance would have to remember that the next time they ordered her a drink. She drifted along behind them, her stride now casual, as if she were on a Sunday stroll. She kept her hands crossed in front of her most of the time, though they’d forgone any restraints for now. Her gaze remained downward for the most part, though he noted a hungered wistfulness in her eyes now and then.
Lance wasn’t about to call her on a look like that, and he suspected Stryker wouldn’t either. The trek to Stryker’s secluded bungalow was a quarter of a mile. They’d draped a blanket around Viviana’s shoulders even though the Texas breeze remained semi-tolerable.
They’d have to discuss her past with her at some point. They both knew it. But that wouldn’t be tonight. Probably not their next session either. She needed time to develop more of a bond with them. Trust was a key foundation with a submissive, and it would take time.
Sending her home had been discussed, but she needed time to come down from the rum and Coke, and Lance suspected Stryker needed another scene with her just as badly as he did.
Few people had been welcomed into Stryker’s private space before. Lance felt privileged to be one of the trusted few frequenters—if you could consider about ten times frequent. For Stryker, that was.
It was for Lance too.
Hell, Lance hadn’t
I bet you’d do anyone with a cock.
I don’t know why the hell I fuck you. You’re a worthless slut.
“Come back to us, Jane.” Lance’s voice fell in her ear. “Now, Jane.”
She blinked and looked around. He’d crouched beside her. Master Chase and Master Lorenzo glowered, all amusement obliterated from their expressions.
“Head down, Jane. Spread those legs wider for us. I love seeing your pussy and how wet it is. Don’t deny us what we enjoy, little one.” Stryker pressed her head down.
Viviana took a deep breath and focused on casting her gaze downward. She closed her eyes and willed the tears pooling in her vision to go away. For fuck’s sake, she didn’t want to lose this chance. Not when she’d tasted nirvana.
All she needed was one more time. Just one more scene. Maybe two. Was it too much to ask?
She’d beg if she had to. God, she hated begging. But she’d gotten good at it over the years. That was so long ago. She’d sworn never to beg for anything ever again after him. But this was different.
So, so different.
In all the right ways.
She’d vowed before coming here to strike the past and forge her own future. Living in shame and fear hadn’t gotten her anywhere. It was time to embrace her desires.
“I’ll trust you two to adhere to Brigade protocol as much as possible,” Chase stated. “But you two aren’t getting out of those classes.”
“Agreed.” Lance stood. “Anything else?”
“Two weeks.”
“Fair enough,” Stryker stated.
“I’d prefer limited visibility for some of it.” Chase motioned toward the room behind them. “I don’t have the patience for whining this week.”
“We’ll use my quarters,” Stryker added.
“When’s the next shutdown?” Lance asked.
“Wednesday.” Lorenzo pulled out his smartphone. “Should we add you?”
“Yes, please.”
What was a shutdown? Viviana suspected she’d created enough havoc with her earlier questions. She’d learn soon enough.
“That’s only a few days away. Are you sure she’ll be ready?” Chase asked.
“You doubt us?” Stryker replied.
Chase shook his head. “I give up.”
The two men walked away, commenting about military brainwashing and testosterone overload. Although Viviana suspected a few people had been watching—and probably still were—she felt alone with Lance and Stryker once again. Her breathing eased.
“Your drinks, Sirs.” The soft voice ruptured Viviana’s quiet space.
“Thank you, Sarah, dear.” Lance took one of the bottled waters and the drink. “Time to drink up, Jane.”
* * * * *
Their latest Jane was a lightweight. Lance would have to remember that the next time they ordered her a drink. She drifted along behind them, her stride now casual, as if she were on a Sunday stroll. She kept her hands crossed in front of her most of the time, though they’d forgone any restraints for now. Her gaze remained downward for the most part, though he noted a hungered wistfulness in her eyes now and then.
Lance wasn’t about to call her on a look like that, and he suspected Stryker wouldn’t either. The trek to Stryker’s secluded bungalow was a quarter of a mile. They’d draped a blanket around Viviana’s shoulders even though the Texas breeze remained semi-tolerable.
They’d have to discuss her past with her at some point. They both knew it. But that wouldn’t be tonight. Probably not their next session either. She needed time to develop more of a bond with them. Trust was a key foundation with a submissive, and it would take time.
Sending her home had been discussed, but she needed time to come down from the rum and Coke, and Lance suspected Stryker needed another scene with her just as badly as he did.
Few people had been welcomed into Stryker’s private space before. Lance felt privileged to be one of the trusted few frequenters—if you could consider about ten times frequent. For Stryker, that was.
It was for Lance too.
Hell, Lance hadn’t
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