Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (50 page)

She bowed her head. “You are, Faelan.”

He lifted her chin again. “I may not have
the experience of the other Doms
yet
, but I know parts of
you they cannot. We are kindred spirits, you and I.”

She met his confident stare with
trepidation. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You fight against it, but you cannot hide
from me.”

Faelan let go of her chin and started moving
the chair and other instruments from the room. Then he turned to
her. “I will show you what I mean, right now. Stand in the center
and face the opposite wall.”

She turned away from him and stood there
with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety.

To her surprise, he turned on the stereo.
The music that erupted from the speakers had a driving beat, full
of deep bass and drums. “Dance,” he commanded.

Brie felt a little silly, but she started
wiggling her ass to the beat.

“No, close your eyes and give yourself over
to the music.”

She closed her eyes as he’d commanded. She
hadn’t heard music like it before. The beat demanded her movement,
and the bass drove its vibrations straight to her loins. She
relaxed and allowed it to carry her.

“That’s it, blossom…”

His praise heightened her pleasure as she
danced for Faelan. The bass vibrated in her core, the electronic
notes highlighting the score as she moved instinctually to the
erotic rhythm.

Goose bumps rose on her skin when she felt
his hot breath upon her shoulder. He pressed against her and
started moving with her. The two gyrated together as a single unit,
in time with the sensual beat. She looked down at his masculine arm
wrapped around her waist, struck by how intensely male he was.

He moved away from her and ordered her to
continue dancing. She did so reluctantly, wanting Faelan to
continue his physical seduction of her. She closed her eyes again
and moved to the rhythm, swaying her hips and moving her arms
gracefully above her head, feeling totally, utterly
female
.

Her nipples hardened as she felt his naked
skin pressing against her, his firm cock tucked between her ass
cheeks. Then she felt warm liquid down her front, and the scent of
milk chocolate filled her nostrils. Her eyes popped open. She
looked down and watched his chocolate- covered hands make dark
trails over her white skin.

“Keep dancing,” he murmured.

They moved in sync with the music as he
covered her chest in warm chocolate. He left for a second and then
returned, his hands dripping with more of the sweet ambrosia. She
put her hands over his and followed them as they trailed down her
stomach and then moved to her waist, grabbing her aggressively. She
laid her head back against his shoulder, giving in to the warm
sensation of his chocolate caress.

He panted in her ear like an animal. Then
she felt his masculine hand grasp her throat, holding her
possessively. She was overcome by the gesture, loving the
submissive emotion it provoked. “Release your animal, blossom,” he
growled. He then pushed two fingers into her mouth and she started
sucking them as they continued to grind to the music.

When the beat slowed, Faelan turned her
around and pushed Brie to her knees, then joined her on the floor.
He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together
before licking and biting her chocolate flesh. Brie moaned
raggedly, but her voice could not compete with the loud music
filling her senses. The driving rhythm made her feel young,
reckless, wild… She scratched her chocolaty fingernails down his
chest. She looked down at his long, hard cock and cried, “I
need…”

His lustful stare melted her loins. He
turned her away from him, forcing her onto her hands and knees.
Faelan grabbed her buttocks roughly, sexually, with only one
thought in mind—to impale her with his manhood. She growled with
animal passion as he delivered a powerful thrust. The two of them
fucked to the aggressive beat of the music. His thrusts were
demanding and she met every stroke by pushing against him, driving
him in deeper. Needing more…

He sensed her unspoken desire and pushed her
to the cold marble, shoving his cock deeper. She closed her eyes
and accepted all of him.
Possess me!

The two of them grunted as they copulated on
the floor—and copulated was the proper term. She
was
lust—hungry, insatiable, ravenous. He met that unquenchable need,
fucking her hard, picking her up and pushing her against walls,
tables, chairs… He was rough with her, pulling her hair, grabbing
her forcefully, slamming his cock into her repeatedly.

And her body took his raw
passion—
craved
it, in fact. She licked his sweaty skin,
needing to taste every part of him. At one point, the need for him
became so intense that she bit down on his shoulder. He growled in
lusty encouragement, pressing her against him.

By the time they had finished, she was a
quivering heap of feminine flesh. She had to hold on to Faelan as
he lathered her up and rinsed her off in the shower. Then he
carried her to his bed and gathered her in his arms, panting softly
in her ear. They lay like that for what seemed like hours, her body
taking its own sweet time to come back down.

“You smell delicious,” he said huskily.

She buried her face in his neck and took a
long inhale. She smiled as she looked into his blue eyes. “You have
an intoxicating smell yourself.”

He pressed her closer to him and
chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“I remember that day you were pushed into my
chest at the door. I knew by the way you stiffened that you felt
the connection too, no matter how much you wanted to fight it.”

“May I speak freely?” Brie asked.

“Yes, blossom.”

“You are an arrogant man.”

“I think you confuse arrogance with
confidence, my sweet,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

She smiled despite herself. For being as
green as he was, the man was Dom through and through.

“You and I are a lot alike, you know.”

She looked at him doubtfully. “How so?”

Faelan swept a string of wet hair from her
cheek. “We both run on natural instinct. But it’s not just our
instincts that we have in common, it’s also the burning desire to
experience the limitless possibilities. Imagine two people
determined to explore each other. Nothing too mundane or extreme to
be considered, as long as both consent.”

Her heart quickened at the thought.

He kissed her tenderly on the lips and
murmured, “I bet you didn’t know that I’m taking private lessons on
top of my training.”

She shook her head and sat up to look at him
more closely, surprised by the revelation. It seemed his interest
in domination was not simply an infatuation over a girl. He was
taking his training as seriously as she was—
more so, in
fact.

“I’ve decided to get the most out of the
break from my business classes. Not wasting time while I have the
opportunity to learn from the best.” Brie nodded, feeling a new
level of respect for the man. She was about to tell him so when he
switched gears on her, gliding his index finger leisurely down the
middle of her chest.

“Now that I have brought out the lioness, I
want to hear you purr.” His mouth demanded her attention as his
hands began their wicked exploration. Brie wiggled and squirmed,
thoroughly enjoying the fruits of his training.

****

When Faelan dropped her off at the Center,
he insisted on not only escorting her inside, but also directing
her to the chair next to Mary. He bent over and bit her earlobe. It
sent a fresh set of shivers down her spine. He chuckled softly
before leaving her side.

Mary gave Brie a strange look, so she
mumbled, “What’s your problem?” Mary ignored her and turned back to
the panel.

Brie wondered if Mary had struggled with
Captain. It would be a shame for both parties, but Mary shouldn’t
be taking it out on her.

Once Lea joined the group, the panel
discussion began. Brie was relieved to hear via the trainers’
questions that Mary had had a positive experience with Captain.
Surprisingly, Mary had actually enjoyed her time with him. It
seemed that she’d relished being chained to the bed even more than
Brie had. Maybe her calling was to be a pet for a strong Dom who
could balance discipline with tenderness.

Lea’s last Auction Day had been with a Dom
named ‘the Sheik’. He’d had a harem of five girls that he’d
introduced Lea to. From the glow on her face and the excitement in
her voice, it was easy to tell it had been Lea’s dream come
true.

Sir turned his attention to Brie last. “How
would you rate your time with Mr. Wallace?”

“I would give today a solid nine.”

“Really?” he asked. “I couldn’t help
noticing the marks on your arms.”

Mary stared at her again, and this time Brie
could not miss the look of jealousy that played across her
face.

Brie examined both arms and saw that there
were several red splotches, some of which were beginning to turn
purple. She’d had no idea they’d been that rough. She looked back
at him and said, “It was worth it, Sir.”

“What exactly did you do?” Marquis asked,
clearly interested.

“Umm…basic, animalistic sex. We did play a
game first. A guessing game that included a blindfold and certain
items I had to identify.”

“I wouldn’t have suspected you liked it that
rough, Miss Bennett,” Master Anderson commented.

“I’m a bit surprised myself.”

Sir followed up by asking, “Based on your
rating, I assume it’s something you would entertain again?”

She blushed and stammered, “Ah…only with the
right Dom, Sir.”

He answered with a simple, “I see,” but the
way he said it was odd. She wasn’t sure how to take those two
words, and was surprised when all five trainers wrote down
something on their paper.

Ms. Clark asked the standard question: “Is
there anything you would change about the encounter?”

Brie answered with a straight face, “Well,
having a rug would have been nice. The marble was a bit hard.”

Mary snickered softly, causing Ms. Clark to
instantly turn on her. “Do not encourage such insolence!”

Ms. Clark ordered Brie to look her in the
face. Brie felt queasy as she lifted her eyes to the Domme’s. The
look of disgust and anger was hard to take.

“Such a flippant answer has only one
recourse—the stockade.”

Brie silently groaned. It was true. She had
not treated Ms. Clark with the respect she was due, but this was
their last auction night together. All Brie wanted to do was head
out of the door with Mary and Lea.

“Please, Mistress Clark. I’m sorry if I
sounded flippant.”

“You did not
sound
flippant, you
were
flippant. Speak again and I will increase your
punishment.”

Brie nodded and sighed inwardly. She hoped
desperately that the other two would wait for her. She needed her
time with them.

Master Coen addressed the group. “This was
your last auction. Next week, we will be introducing you to the
community. It is a formal affair. I advise you to buy clothes
suitable for the occasion.”

“What sort of clothes, Master Coen?” Mary
asked.

“Clothes that would please a potential
Master, of course.”

His words made Brie’s heart stop for a
second.
My Master…

Marquis Gray spoke next. “You will have the
option to present a symbolic collar to the Dom of your choice, but
keep two things in mind. One, you do not have to pick a Dom. In
fact, we would discourage it. It would be wise to give yourself
time to circulate. Second, even if you are certain you have found
the Dominant you wish to partner with, he has the right to refuse
you.”

Brie’s jaw dropped.

Marquis continued, “To prevent that from
happening, we will allow you to meet with up to three Doms during
the gathering. If, at the end of the night, you still want to
present your collar, you will be given the chance to do so.”

Sir added, “Whether you choose to present
your collar or not, take advantage of the three meetings. It is an
opportunity to quiz Dominants you are interested in, and you are
allowed to engage in private activities, if you so desire. You will
have no better chance to interview potential partners.”

It kind of reminded Brie of speed dating,
with a BDSM twist.

“Are there any questions?” Sir asked.

Lea spoke up. “Can we change our minds
partway through the night if we decide not to present the
collar?”

“At any point you may change your mind. This
is a personal decision. Do not feel pressured—it’s simply an
opportunity afforded you at the ceremony.”

There was no question in Brie’s mind about
presenting a collar. She was desperate to commit to one Dom, but
the problem was she wasn’t sure which one yet. Having her heart
stretched in so many directions was killing her inside.

“If there are no further questions, you are
dismissed.”

“All except you, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark
snapped.

Brie stood up to follow, but Marquis
accosted Ms. Clark and spoke to her briefly. While she was waiting,
Brie heard Lea whisper, “We’ll be in the parking lot.”

Brie closed her eyes in relief. At least Ms.
Clark wasn’t taking that away from her. The Domme snapped her
fingers and gestured for Brie to follow. Her trainer’s heels
clicked loudly down the hall. The ire in her walk was easy to hear,
filling Brie with apprehension.

Why am I such an idiot?

A Little Female Persuasion

Her trainer opened a door to a classroom
Brie hadn’t been inside. It was completely bare except for the
stockade in the center. “Place yourself in it, Miss Bennett, while
I ready your punishment.”