Brie's Montana Dreams (Submissive in Love, #4) (7 page)

Mary was in control of the speed of his cock rubbing against her mound, but Brie knew the pressure he was placing on her clit was making it far more intense. Mary braced herself and started grinding hard and fast. Rajah lifted his head and bit her neck.

Mary moaned passionately, “Ooh…ooh…OOH!”

Wetness covered his balls, announcing her third orgasm to the world. Brie pulled the shot back as Marcus moved into position between her legs.

Mary’s pussy was glistening and swollen, making it slippery and ready for Marcus’ unnatural invasion. “You’re going to take all of me, darlin’.” He held on to his shaft and began pressing against her full cunt. He rocked his cock against her, pressing even harder. Brie held her breath, wondering what it must feel like and if it was similar to taking Boa’s massive shaft.

“Harder; I need it harder,” Mary begged.

Marcus’ shaft slowly stretched and then breached her resistant hole. She moaned loudly as he pushed in deeper. The two men coordinated their thrusts, pushing into her as one unit. Rajah grabbed her hips to support his thrusts.

Mary began crying loudly, “Fuck yeah! Oh, fuck yeah…”

Kamau was the last, but before he mounted her, he asked, “How does it feel?”

She panting as she answered, “God, it’s amazing! Feels like I’m being ripped in two, but I fucking love it.”

“Are you ready for a third?”

She tilted her head back and offered him her lips as the other two continued to fuck her overstretched pussy with rhythmic thrusts. Kamau trace her lips with his tongue before kissing her deeply. “And now I am going to make your fantasy complete.”

Kamau launched himself onto the rock with the grace of a gazelle. His was the hardest position, because he had to straddle Mary without getting in the way of Marcus, but this man was incredibly limber.

He got into position, stroking his lubricant-covered cock. His cock was dark, with a round head and long, thin shaft. Brie felt tingles course through her as he pressed the head of his cock against Mary’s bright pink rosette.

Marcus directed Kamau verbally to ensure he got the proper angle. “Lower. Right there, you got it, you got it…”

Brie gasped softly when she saw his dark shaft slowly slip into Mary’s tight ass.

Rajah groaned as he gripped Mary’s buttocks as she tilted her head back and cried, “Oh, yes! Oh, my God, yes!”

Kamau grabbed her hair, using her to brace himself for better control. “Can you take more?”

“Fuck, yeah…” she panted.

He tried to push deeper into her, but her body resisted and he made no progress. It took the coordination of all three men to get his shaft to sink in further. The excitement of the group was tangible.

“Do it, do it,” Mary said breathlessly.

Marcus grasped Mary’s thighs. “You look sweet all filled up, darlin’, but now we’re going to make you scream.” Brie had stopped breathing at this point, her heart pounding in her chest as the three men started thrusting into Mary.

Mary let out a low, primal moan that sounded more animal than human. The three men continued fucking her, their grunts of satisfaction and effort echoing in the woods as they worked together to ensure the deepest penetration. Brie watched in fascination as Mary’s body accepted the onslaught, her ass muscles clutching onto Kamau’s dark shaft, seeming unwilling to let it go whenever he pulled back.

Soon the woods filled with Mary’s screams.

The men slowed their strokes, and Rajah kissed Mary. “So sexy…” he murmured. Her whole body relaxed as she started to fly and they were able take her even more deeply.

Kamau came first. Lifting his head, he let out a warrior’s cry as he orgasmed. He pulled out his dark shaft, a gush of white liquid dripping from her stretched ass. Marcus pulled out and commanded Mary to play with his balls as he squeezed her buttocks together and fucked the valley of her ass. Her perfectly manicured nails grasped his balls as he let loose, his essence covering her entire back.

Rajah now had free access to her pussy and grabbed her ass with both hands, pumping her hard as he came. His guttural cries were incredible sexy, causing Brie’s clit to throb against her jewelry.

The two other men helped Mary off Rajah and lay her on the altar. They caressed her skin, giving her light kisses as they praised her accomplishment. She was unable to speak, but the smile on her face could be seen from where Brie stood. She zoomed in, knowing Mary probably wouldn’t remember this part of the scene.

The care and respect shown to her by the three men was moving, and demonstrated to Brie how much the community of The Sanctuary cared for one another. She stopped filming and quietly put her equipment away, not wanting to disturb Mary’s aftercare.

Marcus tipped his hat to her as she was leaving. She smiled and nodded, knowing that she would once again become a ghost to him now that the scene was over. She accepted her fate, grateful for this glimpse into their intimate world.

The Initiation

B
rie had anticipated the Initiation ever since Mary had mentioned it. The idea of every Dom participating in the ceremony blew her mind.

It was a huge deal for the community. Instead of having a communal dinner, the group gathered for breakfast, knowing that the evening would be taken up by the event. Every member was energized, knowing they were bringing in two new people to work and play with.

Faelan had explained that although the members were in charge of culling the applicants to a select few, it was up to Master Gannon to make the final decision. It meant no one knew who was going to walk through the gate to join their extended family except Gannon, which only helped to heighten their excitement.

Brie wasn’t allowed to participate in the preparations, but the moment the room was ready, Mary dragged her in to see it. When Brie stepped into the main room, she stopped for a moment to take it all in. The huge room had been utterly transformed. In the center was a four-poster bed. It was opulent, with carved wooden posts and gossamer-like material flowing from the top of each post in a canopy of white. The bed itself was covered in a virginal white coverlet with a variety of uniquely shaped pillows to aid in various sexual positions.

To the right were several tables covered in different tools, running the gamut of BDSM play. On the left were common pieces of kinky furniture, including a tantra chair, spanking bench, and an iron cage.

But just behind the bed sat an impressive throne, intricately carved with upholstery of rich velvet. Mary led her over and told her to stand beside it. “This way we get to see all the action up close. If you want a good spot, you have to come early or you’ll end up standing in the back and missing all the good stuff.”

“Is there anything I’m expected to do?”

“You’re only here to observe. That means no talking, and if you must leave, you’ll need to go through the back.” She pointed in the direction of the kitchen. “It’s common for couples to leave for a temporary break throughout the ceremony.”

“I bet it is.”

“Actually, it’s expected and encouraged, but not for poor Brianna Bennett. She gets to stand here through the whole ceremony and burst into flames, a victim of spontaneous human combustion.”

Brie hit Mary’s arm. “That’s the part I am
not
looking forward to. So how long does an Initiation take?”

“Hours and hours…”

“Oh, great.”

Mary opened the large purse she was carrying. “That’s why I brought plenty of water and,” she pulled out a small hand towel, “something for you.”

Brie laughed. “Thanks for thinking of me.”

“No problem. Feel free to wipe your snatch whenever you feel the need.”

Brie rolled her eyes, stuffing the towel back in Mary’s bag when she saw Faelan approaching through the gathering crowd. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

But Blonde Nemesis wasn’t letting her go that easily. “No really, if you want you can stand on the towel. That way you won’t get the floor all messy, little Miss Moist-a-Lot.”

Brie elbowed Mary. “You suck.”

“Better than you…” she answered with an impish grin.

Brie didn’t miss Faelan’s amused snort, and she protested, “I’m positive Sir would disagree.”

“Oh, really?” Mary laughed. “Why don’t we ask him? He certainly seemed to enjoy my lips during training.”

Brie had never forgotten being forced to watch Mary go down on Sir when she’d had the DP session with Master Coen, but Brie pretended she didn’t care and answered lightly, “Obviously Sir preferred my lips, and that’s why I’m collared.”

Mary raised her eyebrows. “You wear that collar as if it’s something to be proud of. Frankly, it just looks like a noose to me.”

Brie fingered her collar and smiled knowingly. “Jealous…”

Mary rolled her eyes, hitting Faelan in the shoulder. “I told you she was an idiot.”

“It’s not our place to judge,” he replied, standing behind Mary and putting his hands on her shoulders. Mary rolled her eyes in irritation.

“I saw that,” he stated. “Should I make you do a set of twenty?”

Mary shook her head.

“Fine. Apologize for rolling your eyes and disrespecting your friend.”

Mary’s jaw fell open.

“Drop or speak, it’s your choice.”

Mary sighed, “I’m sorry for rolling my eyes, although I have no idea how you saw it and—”

Everyone suddenly became silent around them, turning to face the large doors. Brie follow suit and watched as the new couple entered the room.

“That’s the initiate,” Mary whispered with reverence.

Brie watched the curvaceous woman in a bright crimson dress walk into the room escorted by her Dom, who was dressed in a black tux. She murmured, “I didn’t expect it would be so formal.”

Faelan whispered, “The community hasn’t met them before. This is their chance to impress us.”

Brie looked at the woman again, with her perfect hair, perfect red lips and those ample breasts spilling out of her tight bodice.

Well,
I’m impressed.

The Dom led his submissive to the large bed and pulled her head back roughly, kissing her on the forehead before picking her up and laying her on it. He then began tying her to the four-poster bed using quick, skillful knots.

It was as if the initiate were being presented as a sacrifice.

Brie could feel the excitement in the room rise, every eye on the couple. Once the submissive was secure, her Dom turned to the group. Brie took an intake of breath and felt Mary stiffen beside her. The man was older, with sharp features and cold, hard eyes. His intimidating confidence gave Brie the chills.

He announced to the assembly in a gruff voice, “I am Razor. This is my submissive, null. I give her to you tonight as a sign of my trust, and her willingness to please.”

Brie did not care for the pet name of his submissive, but felt she understood its meaning. The submissive was nothing, and Brie suspected the Dominant was her chosen instrument of pain.

Brie couldn’t help shuddering as he approached, and lowered her eyes when he glanced in her direction before sitting down. She suddenly wished Mary hadn’t insisted on standing so close to the throne. The fierceness of his confidence rolled off the man in waves, making it hard for her to think.

She noticed that Mary was equally affected, and was not surprised when Faelan instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

The melodic sound of a big, low drum announced the beginning of the ceremony. It gave a welcome solemnness to the occasion. When it stopped, all eyes turned to their leader.

Master Gannon spoke to the community in a somber voice. “We accept the gift of your submissive tonight, Razor. We promise to instruct her well in the practice of self-denial.”

Razor replied, “May she prove worthy of your attention.”

Master Gannon removed his shirt before picking up a cane. “I am Master Gannon, null. I am the leader of this commune. Tonight you will be challenged by each of the Dominants, but you retain the right to stop an activity with the safeword ‘red’. What is your safeword?”

“Red, Master Gannon.”

“Very good. Then let us begin. You are not allowed to orgasm, null. Disobedience in this area will be met with immediate and severe punishment. Do you understand?”

Brie was close enough to see the bound sub’s chest rising and falling rapidly, but she nodded as she answered clearly, “I will obey, Master Gannon.”

He snorted. “I
will
make you come.”

Mary let out a sigh, and whispered, “Yes, he will…”

Master Gannon placed the cane in null’s mouth. “Hold this until I punish you.”

He went to the table and picked up two clover nipple clamps, which Brie knew were the most painful kind of clamps. He also grabbed some weights, tossing them in his hand as he approached.

“I heard you like these.”

She nodded lustfully.

He knelt on the bed and unbuttoned her bodice, pulling the material down to expose her large breasts. He massaged and teased them before he attached the first clamp to her nipple. The girl remained silent, giving no indication of the intense pressure the tool provided. He bent down and sucked on her other nipple before attaching the second clamp.