Brie's Montana Dreams (Submissive in Love, #4) (10 page)

Each submissive was tied into a different position so that the Dominants would have their choice of play without having to remove or change the rope bindings.

When Gannon finally reached Brie, she was quivering with nerves. This was it—she was about to become a Toy of the commune. There would be no turning back.

Unlike with the other submissives, Gannon talked to her before he began. “Are you prepared for this, Miss Bennett?”

She nodded. “I am, Gannon.”

“You will not be released from your bonds until the end of the play session. This is not only a test of your submissive nature, but your endurance. We do not choose our toys lightly. Consider this an extreme honor.”

His words helped her to focus her on what was being asked of her, and she answered confidently, “I do, Gannon.”

He pulled out a sash from his jeans pocket. “Turn.”

Brie was surprised and wondered if she was being blindfolded because she was not a member of the commune. Thankfully, it gave her a sense of power, and she accepted the blindfold graciously.

“On the bed, toy, with your knees under your torso.”

She felt for the bed and settled down onto it, tucking her knees in, knowing the position lifted her buttocks at a pleasing angle to allow access to both her pussy and ass.

Gannon took her left ankle and wrapped it several times in rope before securing it to the bed post. He bound the right next, spreading her out further for easier access. With exact movements that spoke of his years of experience, Master Gannon tied her wrists together, then pulled hard so that she was stretched out seductively, her cheek resting against the mattress as he secured her hands to the headboard.

Gannon slapped her on the ass before he left. All the toys were now bound and ready for play…

“Having fun yet?” Mary whispered.

Brie smiled, purring, “Actually, yes. You know how I love the feel of rope.”

Mary chuckled. “Yeah, you’re a total freak about it.”

“So when will the Doms come to play?”

“Not for another half-hour or so. Gannon wants the toys eager for the Doms attention.”

“Shh,” one of the other subs cautioned.

Brie understood that this forced waiting period had multiple purposes. It encouraged each submissive to reflect on what was about to happen. It also helped to put them in the right state of mind—as objects of pleasure, they were there solely to meet the Doms’ needs.

For Brie, however, it went far deeper than that.

This extra time allowed her to ponder how similar this was to her first night at the Submissive Training Center. To be under the power of a stranger was both unsettling and exhilarating.

Just as she had the time she’d scened with Ms. Clark for the first time at the Center, she decided to imagine that each Dom who came to her that night was
her
Dominant, the one she’d willingly given her body and heart to. It made the connection meaningful to her, and would translate into a more pleasing exchange for them both.

From the other side of the beds, she heard a distinctive and very familiar sound. The loud buzzing of a Magic Wand cut through the silence. Soon the moans of the first toy followed, announcing her orgasm.

Brie whispered to Mary, “What’s going on?”

“Gannon wants the toys eager and wet.”

Brie listened to the erotic sounds as each sub orgasmed under the power of that wicked instrument, knowing her turn was soon coming.

She stiffened when she felt a hand on her thigh and then the touch of the wand, but there was no escaping its merciless vibration or the immediate fire it incited.

“Don’t fight it,” she was told.

Brie willingly obeyed, and the juicy sound of her wet excitement joined the energetic hum. She cried out when her pussy pulsed in heated release.

Nothing was said, but the Magic Wand stopped its naughty buzzing. With her wet clit still throbbing, she listened to the sounds of people making final adjustments to the playroom equipment, then all fell silent in the room.

Her loins contracted in fearful pleasure. Soon the spacious room would be full of Dominants ready for play.

Mary had explained that the Doms warmed up using the toys before the rest of the submissives were allowed to join the event. Releasing their needs on the toys helped the Dominants to concentrate fully on their BDSM scenes rather than their sexual urges. If at any point during the event they felt the need to release again, they could return to one of the many waiting toys.

Mary had admitted that she preferred to be a playmate rather than a toy, but had bitten the bullet for Brie. It was little things like that which let Brie know Mary considered her a friend, no matter how much she denied it. Blonde Nemesis was not one to sacrifice for another.

She whispered to Mary, “Thanks for doing this with me today.”

“Hey, I wasn’t about to deny you your one chance to live.”

The sound of low, male voices and the sultry pitch of females filled the massive room as the Dominants entered the dungeon.

“Welcome to the Dungeon, my fellow Dominants,” Master Gannon announced. “The Toys Station has been primed and is ready for use.”

Brie felt a moment of panic, but Tono’s gentle command resonated in her mind and she slowed her breathing, calming herself. This was not an experience Sir wanted her to ‘survive’, this was something he expected her to enjoy and learn from.

“Well, well, are you already hard again, toy?” a Domme asked down the line. Brie heard the sound of slapping and the primal grunts of the sub. Her pussy pulsated in response to their erotic exchange.

Soon the sounds of grunting, creaking beds, and moans filled the dungeon. Yet both Mary and Brie remained untaken.

How humiliating would it be if she was
not
chosen the entire event?

“I knew you would be waiting for me,” a gravelly voice stated arrogantly, sending chills down Brie’s spine. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when it was Mary, not she, whom Razor chose to play with.

Mary cried out and Brie heard, “I am going to treat you like the slut you are.” Mary purred encouragingly to the Dom. The sound of slapping skin and whimpers ensued. Brie lay there helplessly, listening to the Doms and Dommes enjoying the other toys. After a while, she resigned herself to that fact she was only going to be a forgotten observer.

Then the steady footsteps of a man in boots approached her bed, the smell of his unfamiliar, musky cologne surrounding her. Brie’s breaths came in rapid gasps as she gave in to her role.

This is it…

She experienced a moment of disappointment and partial relief when he moved away. However, it wasn’t long before the footsteps returned. She gasped when she felt the touch of a wooden paddle on her ass. He caressed her skin for several moments before he lifted the instrument from her. She bit her lip, waiting for the impact.

It came down hard, harder than she was used to, and she yelped in surprise from the sting of it. Several of the Doms beside her chuckled, causing Brie to clam up. The last thing she wanted was to make a poor impression.

The paddle came down again and she grunted, her ass burning from the contact. He continued to rain down a volley of swats. Brie whimpered quietly, willing it to end. When he finally stopped, he began caressing her ass with the paddle again.

Brie let out a sigh, appreciative that the pain quickly dissipated into a warm ache in her loins. She could tell the man playing with her was a skilled Dom, and it helped to ease her fear when he started up again.

Tears soaked her blindfold, but she did not cry out. When he stopped the second time, she heard him place the paddle on the table beside her. As she lay there trembling, She heard him unzip his pants. It was soon followed by the slight crinkle of the wrapper as he took out a condom.

There was a moment of anxiety—and Brie almost called her safeword—but she couldn’t deny that she was excited by the slippery sound of lubricant being slathered over a hard cock, and her body pulsed with the need to be filled by it.

The Dom moved to the edge of the bed and pressed his shaft against the valley between her ass cheeks. Brie let out a soft whimper of surrender, but when his hands glided over her skin, she felt an unexpected electrical jolt.

“Sir?” she whispered.

He leaned down and growled into her ear. “No, I am your Khan, and you are my final virgin for the evening.”

She shivered in pleasure as it dawned on her that this was his version of her journal fantasy: all the subs tied up waiting to be taken just like the virgins in her story, the giving of herself to a stranger, the King—or in her case—her Khan.

Brie kept in character, receiving his caresses as if they were from her sovereign Lord, but truly there was no need for her to roleplay. His unexpected visit had her on an emotional high that she couldn’t contain.

She knew he would be rough with her, because that had been her fantasy, and oh, how she
wanted
to be used by her King. This environment was the perfect set up.

“I desire to claim this pink little ass,” he said, chuckling arrogantly as he slapped her buttocks. She was taken by surprise when he stuffed her mouth with a cloth. “But I don’t want to hear your screams when I fuck your virginal ass.”

He positioned his cock against her anus and plunged in without any warning, letting her know he was taking his role as Khan very seriously. She groaned into the cloth, forcing her body to accept the full length of him. He pushed her face down into the mattress as he thrust deeper and harder, grunting with effort.

Brie’s ass was on fire. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, challenging her body with his rough handling. She panted into the dry cloth, surprised by the force and fierceness of his claiming but reveling in the first flutterings of subspace. She moaned when he let go of her, clutching her waist to thrust at a new, more demanding angle.

Reality blurred as she became focused solely on his royal shaft. Every part of her was concentrated on the fiery buildup he was creating as he pounded her without mercy.

So this is what it feels like to be possessed by a king…

Just when she felt she was on the precipice, he pulled out. Brie whimpered, suddenly feeling lost and desperate. He removed the cloth from her mouth and growled into her ear, “But I do want to hear your screams when I fill you with my seed, girl.”

She heard the sound of a condom being removed and was soon rewarded with the head of his naked shaft against her aching pussy. He pressed his thumb into her sore ass, asserting his authority over her body.

Changing tactics, he took her pussy slowly, making her feel every inch of him as he buried his rigid shaft in her. “I will ruin you for other men.”

With that pronouncement, he began stroking her pussy with long, slow thrusts as he pressed his thumb deeper. She moaned loudly, wanting him to hear the depth of her desire. The initial pulsing of an impending orgasm began deep within her core, growing in power as he coaxed it along with his skillful manipulation.

She whimpered again, afraid the intensity of it might prove too much, but she was helpless to prevent what was coming. Her Khan was in control…

“Feel the heat of my pleasure, girl,” he roared, his thrusts coming hard and fast as he released his seed deep within her. It started a chain reaction as her nipples contracted into hard buds while her pussy clenched his pulsing shaft, milking it with her own orgasmic release.

Brie screamed as she lost herself to the power of it, almost losing touch with reality as she came with violent force. She couldn’t stop shaking afterwards, her body still reverberating from the fierceness of the release. “Oh my God…oh my God…” she whispered repeatedly, overwhelmed by the experience.

Sir began untying her, rubbing his hands over the marks on her skin caused by the tight rope. She smiled lazily when she was finally freed from the last of the rope, her hair damp from tears and well-earned sweat.

“I love you, babygirl,” Sir whispered as he lay on the bed and positioned her rag-doll body on top of him. He untied her blindfold, then began stroking her hair, sending delightful shivers down her spine.

“I’m floating…” she murmured, nestling against him as she closed her eyes.

She heard Faelan beside them, taking his turn with Mary. It was an erotic exchange, animalistic and primal, but through it all she sensed the undercurrent of love between them.

As Brie lay in Sir’s arms, she felt as if she were floating on a cloud of contented ecstasy, listening to the sounds of all the dungeon-play around her. The lashing of whips, the clanking of chains, and the cries of passion and pain—it felt like home to her.

Before Faelan left the Toy Station, he addressed Sir. “Glad you could make it, Sir Davis.”

“This has been a remarkable experience, Wallace.”

“The commune life here never ceases to amaze me. You two can retire to our room, if you would like.”

Mary spoke up. “Wait, where am I—”

Faelan put his fingers to her lips. “I’ve already arranged our evening, toy. Another outburst from you and you’ll be reported.”

She looked up at him gratefully, then turned to Sir, nodding respectfully to him.

Sir acknowledged the gesture but did not speak to Mary. Instead he lifted Brie off him and commanded her to kneel. To her surprise, he left her there, not explaining his actions.

Brie knelt beside the bed, her hands behind her back, her chest out, and her head bowed, but she couldn’t keep from smiling. Sir was here…

He returned minutes later with a sponge, towel and bowl of soapy water. She smiled as the warm sponge glided across her skin, “Our rambunctious play has left you a bit untidy.”

The best kind of messy,
Brie thought as she spread her legs wider and felt his essence trickle down her leg.

He smiled to himself as he meticulously washed every inch of her skin. Once he was done, he gently toweled her off. The act was intimate and tender, his own version of aftercare following his rough use of her.

Sir handed over the sponge, bowl and towel. “Return the items and meet me downstairs.”