Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (60 page)

After several uncomfortable moments he let
go of her chin and turned to Tono. He said only one word in
Japanese: “
Dame
.” Then he walked away.

Tono shook his head as if to clear it. He
looked at Brie and offered her a reassuring smile before heading
off after his father.

She wanted to yell, “What does it mean,
Tono?” However, she remembered her place and allowed him to leave
without knowing why.

Brie watched Mary cozying up to a flamboyant
Spaniard. He seemed quite taken with her. Although he did have the
prettiest gray eyes Brie had ever seen, he wasn’t nearly manly
enough to be attractive to Brie. Mary could have him.

Lea had found their mutual ‘doctor’ friend,
Master Harris. The two seemed to be hitting it off well, and Brie
wondered again if something might happen between them. Both had
great senses of humor and it made her smile to think of them
together.

Faelan came up from behind and growled in
her ear. “I may have missed out on the first dance, but I insist on
the next.”

She turned around and smiled coyly. “I was
saving the best for last.” He looked youthfully debonair in dark
clothes with a gray shirt, of which he had rolled up the sleeves
just enough to expose his strong, veiny arms.

“Don’t you forget that, blossom. I may lack
Tono’s elderly status, but I can take you places he never will.” As
proof, Faelan moved the hair away from her neck and kissed that
tantalizing spot where her shoulder and neck met. He easily lulled
her into his seduction. Brie’s body responded without shame,
remembering their chocolate ‘dance’. There was no doubt her body
liked Faelan
very
much.

“Who else is my competition?” he asked,
moving to the other side of her neck, holding her tightly when her
knees threatened to give out.

“Just Tono…” Brie breathed out.

“Good, then your choice is between the wise
old owl and the eager young wolf. Seems simple enough to me.”

She slapped him on the ass. “I think you
mean the arrogant wolf pup.”

Faelan grabbed the back of her head with one
hand and her chin with the other. He kissed her, then, like she had
never been kissed before. The possessiveness behind his embrace
instantly made her wet and desperate for him.

He left Brie gasping for air when he let go.
“Confidence, blossom, not arrogance.”

She excused herself, needing some distance
between them to reorient herself. She looked across the room and
saw Mr. Gallant with a sleek, dark woman of Amazon stature. The
possessive hold he had around her waist left no doubt the Amazon
was his wife. The height difference between the two was adorable,
yet even so, Mr. Gallant looked every part the Dom and she the
willing and happy submissive.

Ms. Clark headed towards Brie, so she braced
herself for a confrontation. There was no need. The trainer passed
by on her way to talk to Lea. After a brief conversation, Ms. Clark
approached Master Harris. The interviews were beginning.

She jumped when Marquis appeared at her
side, as if out of nowhere. “Are you ready for your first
meeting?”

Brie was unable to hide the fear crowding
her heart. “Marquis Gray, Tono was supposed to be my first, but he
went to chase after his father.” She pointed in the direction the
two had disappeared. “Do you have any idea what ‘
dame’
means
in Japanese?”

His lips formed a thin line. “Not good.”

“What do you mean by that? Did I do
something wrong?”

He looked down at her without any expression
in his dark eyes. “No, Miss Bennett. That is simply what the word
means.”

Brie felt herself falling backwards.
Not
good?

Marquis took her by the arm and guided her
towards the room they had assigned for Brie’s interviews. “Forget
it for now. Concentrate on the next Dom you want to meet with.”

She looked back in the direction in which
Tono had left. “But I don’t understand…”

“Miss Bennett, listen to me. You cannot
waste this opportunity. Who would you like me to bring to your
first meeting?”

“Faelan,” she answered distractedly.

“Fine. I will find Mr. Wallace. Go inside
and wait, but I caution you to concentrate on what you are going to
ask Mr. Wallace when he gets here. Do not waste energy wondering
about what happened earlier.”

She nodded her head numbly, feeling crushed
by the encounter with Tono’s father. Marquis Gray grabbed her
shoulders. “Do you understand me, pearl?”

His forceful nature brought her back, and
she answered with a quiet, “Yes.” Before she walked into the room
she added, “Thank you, Master Gray.”

He gave her an uncharacteristic wink and
left. Brie felt sad knowing that she would not spend time with
Marquis after this. Everything was ending—
everything
… She
sat down on the leather couch, trying not to let the weight of it
consume her.

Brie listened instead to the exuberant
laughter and music just outside the door, and reminded herself that
this was a celebration. A celebration of her success.

Faelan walked in with a smile that was both
provocative and charming. “Good evening, Graduate.”

She actually blushed and sputtered, “When do
you guys graduate?”

“Our ceremony is a…more private affair.”

“Oh, really?”

“Sorry, no details. Only Dominants are
worthy of the specifics.”

Brie opened her mouth in protest and then
closed it with a wicked grin. “Maybe I need to go to Dominant
school next.”

He swept down on her and crushed Brie
against the couch. “Oh, no. You are perfect just as you are.”

She laughed, struggling to breathe. He
deftly rolled her on top of him and watched her reaction as his
cock ballooned between them. Faelan was definitely male in every
sense of the word.

Brie pretended not to notice and started the
official interview, ignoring his lustful stare. “So, Mr. Wallace, I
must first ask how old you are.”

“Twenty-five.”

“Ah, I see.” Brie smiled at knowing he was
only three years older. “What exactly do you do for a living,
besides dominating innocent subs, that is?”

“I’m an assistant manager a department
store. It may not be glamorous work, but it pays the bills and I
plan to advance myself onto bigger and better things.”

“Managerial position, huh? I suppose that’s
a fitting career choice for a Dom.” She tapped his nose and asked,
“How would you feel about a submissive who has a career of her own?
Say a film career?”

“It isn’t a problem unless your career
includes lots of travel and months away from me. If that’s the
case, I could not give my approval. The whole reason I want you is
so we can spend time together, blossom.”

His words concerned Brie. Filming was not a
nine-to-five desk job. She could go anywhere in the world at any
time. It was all dependent on the project. “We may have a problem
then, Faelan.” Brie got off his lap and stood up. This was serious
business. This was her future they were talking about.

He wouldn’t let her go so easily and wrapped
his powerful arms around her, pulling her back onto him. He growled
in her ear, “I am sure we can work something out. Even if it means
me coming to dominate my girl on weekends.”

She squirmed in pleasure when he nibbled on
her earlobe, but resisted further teasing. Brie pushed herself up
on his chest and told him, in no uncertain terms, “This is
important. If you can’t support my need to become a film director,
I really don’t see this working between us.”

He snorted in anger. “Did you not just hear
me? I said we would find a way to make it work.” Then he growled in
a low, deep tone, “But only if you wear a tight corset under your
clothes and promise to come every day at designated times while you
are away from me.”

She liked the suggestion and rubbed his
scruffy chin. “Are you sure you would be willing to support me in
this? I might not make it for a while, and you’ll have to put up
with a starving artist in the meantime. It kind of goes with the
territory of artsy-fartsy types like me.”

He kissed her roughly, but when he pulled
away she blurted, “What if I become wildly successful?” She
grimaced as she wondered aloud, “Can a Dominant handle his sub
making more money than he is…?”

“Enough, blossom. I accept you for who you
are. We will work out the logistics like any couple must. I want
you.” His hands ran down her sides. “I want to dominate this body
in every way known to man, and then add a few of my own.” He bit
her neck and she melted into him.

“Not fair…” she whimpered, her loins
contracting in pleasure as he changed positions and pushed her down
on the couch.

“If I could, I would collar you right now.”
He fumbled with his pants before he ripped her panties aside. She
gasped as the round head of his cock penetrated her with persuasive
force. He felt so good inside her.

Faelan thrust deeply, leaving no doubt that
he was claiming his territory. “I feel you awakening, blossom,” he
murmured.

It was true—her body was giving itself over
to the wildness he provoked. “I can’t. Not here, not yet,” she
complained, trying to push off the couch.

“You can and you will.”

“But I’m not done interviewing you. Are you
thinking twenty-four-hour submission or just several times a
week?”

“You with me, twenty-four seven,” he
answered, nibbling her collarbone as he pumped deep into her.

“Living where?” she gasped as he bit down
harder.

“My place, of course. I’ve set it up for us,
my sweet.”

She almost let herself go, but reined the
reaction in just in time to complain, “But you live fifty minutes
from my work.”

“Stay at the tobacco shop or find a job
closer. It matters little to me…” He began sucking on her skin,
causing a delightful, concentrated burn.

“Stop, Faelan,” she protested weakly, as her
body betrayed her and gave in to his desire.

“You want me, blossom. You
need
me,”
he snarled into her neck, licking and biting her.

Control was almost his, but she forced out
one more question. “Do you see this as temporary or long-term?”

He stopped thrusting and looked at her. “Is
there any question?” He went to bite her ear, but she stopped
him.

“Answering a question with a question is
not
an answer.”

He smiled a wolfish grin. “I want to devour
you for a lifetime.”

“But if it doesn’t work between us?” she
cautioned.

“I will howl to the moon in frustration.” He
belted a long howl before pulling out and descending between her
legs. Brie giggled, cried out and then screamed for mercy as he
devoured his prize.

She looked up at the ceiling as her body
fought against wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, she had no
more fight left and relaxed. Brie let out a low-pitched growl as
her pent-up frustration released in a lightning bolt of orgasmic
force.

“Good, blossom. I like to see your animal,”
Faelan complimented as he patted her mound and then lay on top of
her, crushing her with his weight. “You cannot resist the power of
your potential mate, the commander of your soul.”

Breathless from the weight of his body on
her chest, she gasped out, “I have not…
decided…anything…Faelan.”

“But you
will
. Tonight is the night.
I feel it in my bones.” He lifted himself off her and sat down on
the couch, gathering her onto his lap. “It is easy to see your
desire to be collared tonight. The question is, which man will be
found deserving of such a prize?” He tweaked her nose. “In case you
were wondering, I
am
that man.”

The bell sounded, the one that let the girls
know that there were only ten minutes left of the first session.
Brie looked at Faelan and smiled. “How may I please you, Lord?”

“Lord Faelan…” He said the name again,
letting it roll on his tongue. “I could get used to that,
woman.”

Brie knelt before him. “Your pleasure, Lord
Faelan?”

He stood up, his cock a sword before her. “I
would like to fuck your red lips, blossom.”

“My red lips shall love you well, my Lord.”
She grasped his shaft and opened her mouth wide to wrap him in her
warmth.

He groaned appreciatively and placed his
hand on her head, helping to guide her. It was her turn to moan as
she gave in to the joy of being his. She pushed the head of his
shaft to the back of her throat and relaxed her muscles. She took
one more quick breath before sliding it farther in.

“Oh, my blossom…” he grunted huskily.

She moaned around his cock as she pushed her
lips to the base of his manhood. With a gentle rocking motion, she
caressed his shaft with her tight throat muscles and then drew him
out to lick and suck the head again.

“Oh, fuck, woman.”

She looked up at him and purred. She took
him fully again, this time rocking with more motion, causing her
throat to tighten. She actually thought she heard the man
squeak.

He must have heard himself, because he
suddenly grabbed her hair and started pumping his cock into her,
grunting in a deep, masculine way. She would have found it amusing,
but then he spoke. “Those red lips on my cock. The tightness of
your throat, the depth. Such perfection…”

She felt soulful satisfaction when his body
stiffened and his essence shot deep into her throat.
The heaven
I can share with him.

He stroked her soft curls and murmured, “My
beautiful, talented blossom.”

She glanced up at Faelan and was touched by
the tender look in his eye. This was the man who had rescued her
from the pavement and then spent his nights becoming the best
Dominant possible in order to be compatible with her. Sir had
believed in him enough to take extra time to train the boy—as if
Faelan was his gift to her.