Cara Carnes- Pleasure Brigade Book 4
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.
Katey had intrigued me for a long time but I knew she wasn’t meant to be in my world. That didn’t stop my desire to have her—or protect her. When I promoted her to a new position at The Brigade I didn’t expect her to express an interest in submission. Watching her prep and prepare for her first experience as though it was an aptitude test made me want her more.
Excerpt from Passion’s Training, Book 1 of the Pleasure Brigade series:
“You’ve shown your desire for more in so many little ways.” His voice lowered an octave and made her pussy clench as arousal coated her panties. “I’ve been patient and watched you step closer. I haven’t pressured you, but I will tonight. Don’t make us wait any longer.”
Any hope Katey had of seeking another Dom who didn’t turn her brain into mush and her insides into goo unraveled with each word Lorenzo spoke. He knew she wanted him and he hadn’t rejected her.
“I’d like to be one of your first Doms.” His fingers stroked her cheek. “I want you coming around my cock.”
“I’d like that too.” Her pulse pounded in her ears and she rubbed her hands along her thighs in a nervous need to do something other than sit here and inhale the intensity that was Lorenzo Garofali.
“Very good.” His hand settled on her knee. Awareness flared across her skin like a brushfire blazing a path between her legs. “I’ve watched your diligence with the questionnaire.”
“You can do that?” She swallowed, re-formed the question. “You can see it even though I haven’t finished?”
“We can see alterations and notations added or removed.”
“I didn’t realize.”
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stryker and Lance were meticulous. Viviana was a programming genius wrapped in satin curves. Of course the freaking questionnaire would be a live shared form. How else could they make notations so easily?
She should’ve printed it out, written the checklists down in her notebook to work through privately. Then they wouldn’t have seen her virtual eraser scrubbing away the darkest of her fantasies. But it was too late to salvage the blemishes she’d left behind in her haste to not appear too twisted.
“Some people have difficulty deciding where their desires lie within the checkmarks. There’s a vast sea between a hard limit and a possibly—and an ocean of pleasure between possibly and most definitely.”
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.