Free PassionsTraining by Cara Carnes Page B

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    “We want your sweet pussy bare.”
    Her senses focused on the epicenter in question. She’d always considered waxing, but never dared follow through.
    “Clearly you aren’t thrilled about this.” Lance settled his hand at her shoulder. “Tell me.”
    “Having someone see me down there…” She swallowed the rising anxiety.
    Lance swept her into his embrace. She inhaled his scent. “Could we maybe delay this?”
    “Afraid not.” He pulled away and took her hand. “Trust me, I’ll make sure you enjoy this.”
    Fat chance of that happening. She’d waxed her legs. Banshees in childbirth had probably screamed less than she had. No way in hell would she enjoy this. Uh-uh. No freaking way.
    The room was sedate. A leather chair hugged a corner. A leather-clad table took up the center. Soft music hummed in the background. Amber lights reflected from wall sconces.
    A young woman entered. A blush erupted on her cheeks. “Good morning, Master Lance. I didn’t realize this appointment was for someone with you.”
    “Hello, Yvette. How is Master Thomas treating you?”
    “Very well, Sir. Thank you for asking.” She beamed a smile at Viviana. “Master Lance introduced us during last year’s masquerade ball. I had my collaring ceremony last night.”
    “I’m sorry I was unable to attend. Something…” Lance chuckled. “Something important came up. Please, extend my congratulations to Master Thomas for me.”
    “I will, Sir.” Yvette motioned toward the table. “Please, have a seat.”
    “Viviana is a little apprehensive.”
    “The reward far outweighs the process.” Yvette blushed. “Do you wish to remain?”
    No. Hell no.
    “Yes.”
    “As you wish, Sir.” Yvette chewed on her lower lip. “Is it your wish to prepare her?”
    “Yes, please. Give us a few moments.”
    “I’ll be back momentarily.” Yvette flurried out of the room, a blending of blushes and half curtsies that made Viviana bite her tongue. She had a Master of her own. Why did she have to fawn over Lance?
    Viviana settled on the table and worked on keeping any words running through her mind firmly entrenched where they belonged—unspoken. Lance chuckled as he approached her.
    “You are cute when you are jealous.”
    “I am not jealous.”
    Lance crossed his arms. “You would lie about something so obvious?”
    Viviana remained silent. “I really don’t want to do this.”
    “You have a safe word. Use it and I will take you back to Stryker’s and we will discuss finding you a new Master to train with.”
    “What?” Viviana sat up. “This is that important?”
    “No, but your trust in us is. We will negotiate many things with you and respect your hard limits, but we are the ones who decide what’s best in certain aspects. Stryker and I happen to consider this one of those situations.”
    Viviana nodded. No pain, no gain. She could handle this.
    “Lie back.”
    Viviana rested her head on the soft pillow and winced as she saw herself in the mirror overhead. Lance moved to stand by her head. Restraints appeared in his hand.
    “Give me your wrists, Jane. I wish for you to be restrained while this is done.”
    Her pulse raced. Her hands moved toward him of their own accord. He latched them into position above her head. Thank God he’d left the jersey on her.
    “Raise your hips for a second.” He lifted the jersey to her stomach. “Spread your legs for me.”
    Viviana closed her eyes as he latched her knees into Velcro restraints.
    “So beautiful.” She fluttered her eyes open as he stood at her feet. His hand reached into his pocket. “If you wish me to add a diversion to the procedure, let me know now.”
    A small metallic object dangled from his fingertips. A bullet vibrator. Viviana shook her head. “No Sir. I will be okay.”
    “Good girl.”
    Viviana had accepted that, for a reason unknown to her, she found restraints calming. Arousing. Already her nipples were hardening and her body was reacting. Her mind