Free PassionsTraining by Cara Carnes

wait until Stryker breaks this sweet little ass of yours in, Jane. That’s what I really wanted to feel gripping my cock this morning.” She whimpered and he thrust into her again. “You’d be a good girl and fuck each of us like this every morning, wouldn’t you?”
    “Yes Sir,” she whispered.
    “Don’t come without permission.” He growled the order, even though he was already close to the edge himself. He gritted his teeth and slowed his thrusts. His thumb glided against her clit and rubbed.
    He claimed her mouth once again, tasting the cinnamon of her toothpaste mingled with the fruit she’d eaten. Her body tensed beneath him and he chuckled. “You have a problem, Jane?”
    “Please, Sir. I need to come.”
    He flicked his finger across her clit again. “Come for me, Jane.”
    He fucked her harder. Her pussy clenched his cock, her body spasming. He thrust one last time and allowed his own release.
     
    Viviana gasped for air and stared up at the kitchen ceiling. Holy crap. Her pussy throbbed and her entire body floated. Lance’s lips fluttered over hers, a tentative, wistful taste. She sighed into the melding and whimpered when he withdrew.
    Cool air rushed across her flush skin. Given a blanket and soft pillow, she’d happily curl up and dream about Lance and Stryker. She could count on her hands the number of times she’d been this sated after sex. She’d never expected a quickie to incite such a toe-curling response from her.
    But it had.
    He released her restraints and lifted her from the counter. He settled into a chair in the living room and curled her against his body. Aftercare. She was going to really start appreciating this part.
    Stryker’s footsteps descended and paused before them. Amusement flickered on his face. “Our little one is ready for a nap.”
    She sighed in contentment. Stryker pulled an ottoman up to the chair and sat in front of her. “You’ve got some things to consider today, Viviana.”
    Consideration implied thought. She’d prefer to not think at all.
    “Earlier we mentioned that there were different types of submissives within the lifestyle. Do you remember?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Have you considered that at all? How much control do you wish your Doms to have over you?”
    Viviana regarded the two men. “I’ve researched some stuff about BDSM. I know there are people who let their Doms decide everything. I don’t think I could do that.”
    “So you’d prefer the dominance to remain in scenes, and in the bedroom,” Lance stated.
    What did she want? Viviana doubted she knew for sure. She’d spent too many years numb and afraid of the needs running rampant within her. Now that she was exploring her desires, she wasn’t sure she understood them fully enough to know what she wanted.
    “I’m not sure. I wish I knew.” She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. She’d promised to be honest with them. “I liked that you chose my clothes this morning.”
    Stryker exhaled. “I’m going to be brutally honest with you, Viviana. Lance and I are pretty strict Doms. You need to understand we intend to push you these next two weeks.”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “That means we will be making decisions for you that aren’t limited to scenes. This is meant to challenge your boundaries. If at any point you are uncomfortable you need to tell us.”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Hop up. Stryker has to leave to deal with some stuff.”
    Viviana stood. Stryker took her arm. “Bend over the ottoman.”
    She obeyed, her heart racing.
    “Spread your legs a bit more.” Stryker’s hands ran down her thighs. “It’s time to start training you to take our cocks, Jane.”
    Viviana gripped the ottoman’s legs and closed her eyes. If they knew how badly she wanted Stryker plunging into her ass they’d be shocked. She’d wanted to be taken like that for so long, had fantasized so many ways it would happen she’d lost count.
    Maybe her ex had been right. Maybe she was a filthy slut.