Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (19 page)

She heard the men around her shifting and
making noises under their breaths. They wanted her—they
all
wanted her—but she was submissive only to one. She knew without
question that Rytsar would not share her. His only intention was to
show her off.

She took him deeper into her mouth while she
stroked him with her hand. Brie twirled her tongue over his shaft
and sucked and licked, her slurping sounds filling the silent
room.

Through clenched teeth, he commanded
something more of her. She heard the interpreter say quietly,
“Touch yourself.”

Brie moved her fingers down to her pussy and
opened her wet lips. She heard some of the men groan as she slipped
two fingers inside. She sucked on Rytsar’s shaft even harder,
getting excited by her own stimulation. A deep groan resonated in
his chest and she felt him grow between her lips.

She pulled her fingers back out and started
flicking her clit furiously, moaning around his dick. He grabbed
her head, forcing her to take his essence as he came. Brie
surrendered to him, bringing both hands to his shaft as she
swallowed his bitter warmth eagerly. To share this part of him was
extremely satisfying.

She looked up at her Dom as she pulled away.
Rytsar stroked her hair, growling softly, “
Radost moya.
”

The translator cleared his throat, obviously
affected by the scene, and murmured, “My joy.”

Brie smiled up at Rytsar. “My warrior.”

The young interpreter translated her praise.
Her Dom nodded and zipped up his pants before lifting Brie off the
ground and crushing her to his chest. He barked a command to his
entourage and then carried her back to the bedroom.

Rytsar laid her gently on the large bed. She
gazed at her Russian Dom and purred. He was so masculine and
clever, and had given her almost every aspect of her fantasy. He
joined her on the bed and gathered her into his arms, pressing her
head against his beefy chest while mumbling sexy Russian words.
They rumbled from deep in his chest, reminding Brie of a
kitten—okay, maybe a lion—purring. He’d been so wicked to show her
off in front of his friends and then leave them to salivate in the
other room.

His interpreter knocked a short time later,
saying something through the door. Rytsar grunted and got off the
bed. He handed Brie her clothes, which had been cleaned and dried
sometime during their interlude. He watched while she dressed, so
she decided to put on a show for him. She made it as sexy as a
striptease, only sensually covering up her body instead of exposing
it. He grunted in appreciation.

Brie noticed a glint in his eye when he
produced the leather binding and tied her wrists together. She
wondered what else he had in mind as he escorted her out of the
house, through the crowd of hungry men.

She gasped in surprise when she saw the
glistening coat of a white stallion in the moonlight. Rytsar
boosted her onto the impressive beast and deftly climbed up behind
her. He dug into the animal’s sides with his heels and it took off
towards the beach. Brie leaned into Rytsar for balance, grinning
from ear to ear. He slowed the horse to a walk near the water,
letting the water brush up against its hooves. The night was
spectacular, with the moonlight reflecting off the water and the
rushing sound of waves filling the cool air.

Brie could see a fire on the beach in the
far distance. As they approached, she realized it had been started
for them. She could see a blanket next to the fire pit. Rytsar
jumped from his horse and pulled her off roughly. She squealed,
completely defenseless due to her bonds.

He chuckled as he righted her and rubbed her
arms to warm her after the cold night’s ride. He guided her closer
to the fire and had her stand there while he tied the horse to a
large piece of driftwood.

When he came towards her, his eyes reflected
the fiery orange of the flames. It gave him a sinister look that
she rather enjoyed. He pointed to the blanket and grunted a
command. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, so she knelt down on it.
He shook his head and grabbed her waist, lifting her onto her hands
and knees. It was difficult keeping her balance with her hands
tied, but he didn’t seem to care. She heard him unbuckling his
belt. He was going to take her out in the open next to the
fire.

His fingers disappeared under her little
skirt and peeled off her panties, then he reached around and pulled
down her corset just enough to expose her breasts to the frigid
air. He rested his hard cock in between her butt cheeks, letting
her know he was ready for her.

She arched her back gracefully and looked
back at her Dom. His growl was low and lustful as he grabbed a
fistful of her long brown curls and thrust his large cock into her
pussy with one solid stroke.

Brie gasped at the sudden infiltration. He
pulled her head back farther with one hand and guided his thrusts
with the other. She cried out into the night as her warrior claimed
his prize one more time. He fucked her hard and fast, with no
thought to her pleasure. This was all about his need and his
desires. She gave in to it, wanting to please him.

Apparently, the night air had given him
special powers, because Rytsar was an animal. Skin slapped against
skin as he repeatedly forced his cock deep inside her. Brie did not
suppress her vocalizations. She was loud and very expressive. “Yes,
my warrior. Fuck your captive. Oh, God, I need this!” Brie grunted
and moaned as he ravaged her pussy relentlessly.

The ocean added to the experience with its
siren call. Feeling a part of nature, she looked up at the moon and
gave a throaty howl when he finally came in her velvety depths.
Rytsar collapsed next to her, murmuring, “
Radost moya
.”

Brie rolled over and smiled at him. With her
wrists still tied, she ran her fingers over his full lips, looking
into his deep blue eyes. “You are the perfect warrior,” she told
him, knowing he couldn’t understand but hoping she was expressing
it with her eyes.

He cupped her cheek in his large hand and
kissed her. The two looked up at the few stars that could compete
with the full moon. The horse nickered, patiently waiting for its
master. Time seemed to have stopped for Brie—this was perfection.
She felt a tear run down her cheek.

Rytsar wiped it away, and she smiled as she
kissed each finger and then each of his cheeks before planting a
sweet kiss on his lips. How else could she tell him that she was
crying with sheer joy? He pressed her into his chest and they lay
there in silence.

Eventually, he untied her hands and they
both got up to dress. He helped her back onto the horse and they
headed towards the glass house. Brie shed a few more tears as they
approached his home. She didn’t want their night together to
end.

A Dangerous Secret

The stallion’s hooves echoed off the
pavement as they made their way up the driveway to the vehicle.
Rytsar dismounted and caught her in his arms as she slid off the
majestic beast. This time, he pulled her to him and kept his arm
around her for the entire drive. Even though they were strangers,
there was a feeling of incredible closeness after sharing such
intimacy. She rested her head on his muscular chest, silently
mourning the end of the evening.

The ride back to the school was far too
quick. Rytsar helped her out of the car and guided her into the
school with his hand resting on the back of her neck; it was a very
possessive hold. Only his interpreter followed them inside.

They walked directly to the commons area
where the auction had taken place. Instead of the stage, she saw a
table with the four trainers, a table of refreshments and Lea, who
was sitting on a chair facing the panel.

Lea smiled at Brie. It was obvious by the
look on her face that she had had a spectacular time as well.

Rytsar Donkova escorted Brie to the chair
next to Lea’s and then continued over to the trainers. Although
they spoke in quiet tones, Brie picked up two words from the
translator: ‘pliable’ and ‘intriguing’. She smiled to herself. If
she’d had to describe Rytsar, she would have said ‘assertive’,
‘creative’, and ‘pure perfection’.

The smell of the food was getting to her.
She hadn’t eaten anything since noon and her stomach growled loudly
in protest.
How unsexy is a rumbling stomach?
Luckily, no
one seemed to have noticed.

Rytsar walked back over to her when he was
finished. She stood up and looked obediently to the floor. He moved
his lips to her ear. In perfect English, he whispered, “My
joy.”

Her eyes widened.
Was his interpreter
just a ruse?

He squeezed the back of her neck one last
time and left.

Sir spoke, “Miss Bennett, feel free to
partake of the food. We anticipated that you would need nourishment
after your session.” She looked up, chagrined and embarrassed that
he had heard her stomach. However, when she met his stare she was
struck by the burning desire in his eyes. She had to remind herself
to breathe. Maybe he
had
shared that moment with her last
night, when she’d pleased herself while she’d fantasized about
him.

“Thank you, Sir.” Brie walked to the table,
her stomach suddenly full of butterflies. After that one glance,
she could think of nothing but Sir.

“Do you realize who Rytsar Donkova is, Miss
Bennett?” Master Coen asked, after she sat back down with her
plate. Brie shook her head demurely. “He is a prominent Dom in
Russia. Rytsar just happened to be in the area this weekend. You
had the potential of not only shaming yourself locally, but
internationally as well.”

Brie was eternally grateful she hadn’t known
who Rytsar was. It would have been way too much pressure to know he
was a highly respected Dom. Just thinking about seeing him again
made her stomach queasy, now that she was aware of his status.

Marquis Gray interjected, “As predicted,
Miss Bennett proved her worth as a submissive.”

“I was extremely uncomfortable with
Donkova’s choice of a sub. Her willfulness makes her a wildcard.”
Ms. Clark shot Brie a disgusted look.

Sir spoke in her defense. “Rytsar had no
complaints. I think you both underestimate Miss Bennett.”

“I concur,” said Marquis Gray.

Master Coen grumbled under his breath, “I
would expect no less coming from you two.”

“We were simply fortunate she didn’t cause
trouble,” Ms. Clark stated, staring at her watch. She frowned and
looked at Sir. “Where is Tono? He is never one to be late.”

No sooner had she made that remark than an
assistant entered the commons and handed Sir a message. He glanced
at it and announced, “We have a problem.” He handed the note down
so each of the trainers could read it.

“I need to call Dr. Reinstrum. It is
imperative we take care of this tonight, before more harm is done.”
Sir abruptly stood up and left the commons.

The trainers spoke quietly amongst
themselves while the girls waited in frightened silence. Brie was
no longer hungry and put her plate on the floor.

She observed Sir covertly when he
returned.

He informed the panel, “The doctor will be
here in fifteen minutes.” Then he turned to Lea and Brie. “Ladies,
there is no need for alarm. After we get all the particulars, I’ll
discuss what has happened with you. Until then, I ask for your
patience and trust.”

Everyone turned when the elevator doors
opened and Tono came walking out, carrying Mary in his arms. He
gently put her down in the seat beside Brie’s and laid Mary’s head
on her lap. Blonde Nemesis lay there quietly, looking defenseless
and vulnerable.

Brie lightly stroked her hair, shocked at
the difference in the girl.
What could possibly have gone
wrong?

Tono turned to the trainers. “She did not
disclose everything. There are demons in her past that resurfaced
today.”

Master Coen spoke up, “We are heartily
sorry, Tono Nosaka. The girls were instructed not to keep any
secrets. We apologize for her mistake.”

“I have spent the last two hours helping her
get to a place where we could return here.”

Ms. Clark stated, “Obviously, we will return
your bid.”

Tono waved away her statement. “Just see
that the girl gets the help she needs. I see real potential in
her.”

Sir replied, “I’ve already called Dr.
Reinstrum to join us. Rest assured, Ren, we will do everything to
help Miss Wilson recover from this experience.”

Brie perked up.
So, Tono’s first name is
Ren?
It totally fit the man.

Sir got up and walked over to the girls.
Just his mere presence had her heart fluttering, despite the dire
circumstances. “Ren, do you mind joining me in my office so we can
get specifics?”

“That would be fine.” Tono gazed down at
Mary with concern, then addressed Brie. “Take care of her,
toriko.”

She was pleased that he’d called her by his
pet name, but to avoid getting in trouble with Ms. Clark, Brie kept
her eyes to the floor and only nodded in response. He left the room
with Sir and a strained silence settled over the room. Brie
continued to stroke Mary’s hair, humming softly.

Ms. Clark growled, “That foolish girl has
damaged the school’s reputation.”

Marquis Gray snarled at her, “We will
discuss it later.”

Brie looked down at Mary, worried she might
be hurt by Ms. Clark’s callousness, but the girl seemed oblivious
to everything around her. “You’re going to be all right, Mary,” she
whispered softly.

The instant Mary registered Brie’s voice,
she stirred in her lap. She looked around as if coming out of a
trance and then immediately pulled away when she saw whose lap she
was lying on.

“Don’t touch me, bitch!” she spat, sitting
up straight in her chair and glowering at Brie.