What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (126 page)

Mary gave her a snide look just before they walked into the classroom. It was the same one they’d used on their first night, the one with the spongy floor and large, triangular ramps. Brie was puzzled when she saw a second table with four empty chairs on the opposite side of the room. Something weird was going on.

“Tonight you are going to have the opportunity to work with and rate training Doms. A reverse of what you have experienced up to this point.”

All three girls shifted their stances. It seemed crazy! They were being given the chance to rate their Masters for a change?

Sir spoke solemnly. “You may not be aware, but we have similar training for Doms on this campus. Their sessions start after you are in class and end after you leave. Chances are you have not come in contact with these men, but you will be introduced tonight. Take the responsibility we are giving you seriously, just as the Doms have who’ve rated you. Each of you knows personally the impact a rating has on the recipient. Understand, we will not allow you to evaluate the Doms until after they leave the room and you are
not
allowed to top from the bottom.”

Brie hated to be the idiot of the bunch, but she needed to know. “Sir?”

“Yes, Miss Bennett?”

“Can you explain what topping from the bottom means?”

“Certainly. I was waiting for one of you to ask. Topping is a term used to describe a submissive taking control of a scene while still playing the submissive. Unless the Dominant has specifically asked for your help and/or instruction, a sub should never top from the bottom. Tonight you are to do everything asked of you without hesitation, unless safety is involved. In that case, we expect you to call out the safe word.”

Sir got up and walked over to the three. “Ladies, just because we are asking you to assess student Doms does not give you the right to treat them with any less respect. Know that we are watching your interaction with them as much as their interaction with you.”

“Yes, Sir,” the three answered in unison.

Brie couldn’t believe her luck. The chance to rate a partner’s performance was an unexpected gift for a submissive. The night just kept getting better and better!

Sir sat back down and gestured towards the door. Four trainers came in and sat down—three males and one female, similar to their own panel. Right behind them came three Doms. Brie averted her eyes, fighting the urge to take a quick peek. She stared at her Dom’s brown loafers and black pants, waiting for his permission.

“Look at me, blossom.”

Brie looked up into his crystal blue eyes and stopped breathing.
You…! What the hell are you doing here?

Todd met her gaze and said in an authoritative voice, “I have waited patiently for this day.”

Brie took a gasp of air. “I don’t understand…”

“I will explain, but first you must undress, leaving only your stockings.”

It seemed like a dream as she gracefully removed her corset, skirt, shoes and panties, placing them neatly on the floor. When she stood up, he looked her over and commented simply, “Enchanting.”

Brie blushed for no good reason.

“Bow at my feet, blossom.”

She did so immediately and then felt his hand on her head. He stood there and remained silent while the other Doms directed their subs to the ramps. She wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.

“Master?”

“You will not call me Master. I am Faelan to you.”

“Yes, Faelan.”

“Come over here, blossom.” He led her away from the ramp and over to a corner of the room. “Lie on your back.”

While Brie did as he asked, she watched Faelan move over to a table and pick up several items from it. When he turned back towards her, she quickly snapped her head back and stared at the ceiling, trying to calm her breathing. She couldn’t believe Blue Eyes was her Dom…

He walked into her line of sight and held up a thin silver bracelet in the shape of an X. “The prettiest bondage I could find.”

Brie crinkled her brow, uncertain how it counted as bondage. She soon found out when he placed one of her wrists into it, crossed her other wrist over it and then locked them into place. Brie looked at her wrists, bound in thin silver, and smiled appreciatively. “Beautiful…”

“Lay your arms back above your head,” he ordered, then took a scarlet rope and bound her ankles together. He took another tie and bound her knees.

He looked over his work with approval. Then he held up a large, fluffy white feather and twirled it between his fingers. “My instrument of pleasure for tonight.”

It took everything in Brie not to burst out laughing.
A feather? Seriously?
She had been flogged and caned, and he was going to tease her with a feather? Blue Eyes had no idea how pathetically cute he was.

“Lift your head up, blossom.”

She did as he asked and he placed an eye mask over her head. It smelled of lavender. He placed it firmly over her eyes, blocking all light, before gently laying her head back down on the spongy floor. The blindfold, in addition to the bindings, had an effect on her. She was suddenly very aware she was under his power.

She expected his hands on her naked body, but instead he settled down beside her. The smell of him was familiar—manly and intoxicating. “I will explain now, as I caress your skin.”

Brie felt hundreds of tickling points as he moved the feather over her breast. She gasped in delight, surprised at the sensual feel of it. While the feather glided over her skin, he drew her in with his low, masculine tone. “The moment you landed in my arms at the front of the school, I became captivated by you.”

He used the tip of the feather to tease her nipple. It hardened from the attention. Then she felt the warmth of his lips on her nipple. It was just for an instant, and suddenly the feather was back, teasing her again. She sighed in frustration.

“When I realized you were training to be a submissive it was as if all the pieces of a puzzle came together for me. My need to dominate finally made sense and my path was clear. I contacted Thane Davis and expressed my desire to train at the school. It wasn’t an easy sell because the class had started a few days before.”

He stopped, and her attention focused on the caress of the feather against the side of her hip. The tingling trail it left was followed by another warm kiss.

“I offered to drop my advanced business classes for a semester and put in extra time to make up for starting behind. It took convincing, but I finally got the Dominant panel on my side.”

The feather moved from her bound knees and slowly made its way between her legs. The delicate touch of it drove her wild. She squirmed in pleasure as the feather touched her mound. Then Brie stopped breathing, waiting for his lips. When she felt his warm breath on her sex, she whimpered. His lips barely brushed her swollen clit before he settled back beside her.

Brie’s whole body shuddered with need.

“I’ve taken each class, worked through each practicum with only one focus.”

The feather stroked the side of her face, landing on her lips and tickling them until she laughed. His lips silenced her giggles. He kissed with such passion, such intensity that she froze.

The sounds of the other couples copulating filled the room. Todd pulled away and moved his lips to her ear, whispering, “I will not take you tonight. I want your body to open of its own will, not just because I command it.”

He began gently unwinding the ties. Then he removed the blindfold and brought her arms back over her head. He unlocked the thin silver cuff and kissed the inside of each wrist before placing them on her stomach.

She looked up into his crystal eyes, not knowing who this man was. “Thank you, Faelan.”

“Anytime, blossom.”

After the three Doms had left the room, Sir began the discussion with the Dominant trainers still in attendance.

“We would all like to hear your honest opinions of your Doms’ performances.” He turned to Lea first. “Ms. Taylor, how would you rate Master Allen’s scene with you?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Brie saw Lea look up and smile. “Master Allen really seemed to care, Sir. He continually asked my color, eased up when I indicated that I was reaching yellow but did not stop. He pushed me like a good Dom should. I enjoyed the session with him.”

“On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate him?” Master Coen asked.

She said without hesitation, “I would give him a six.”

A well-built, bald trainer from the other table spoke up. “What would you say is his major weakness, Ms. Taylor?”

She shifted in her spot, making Brie wonder if it was difficult for her to answer. “I didn’t feel like he was reading me as we went. He was so dependent on asking my color that he didn’t notice what should have been obvious.”

The female trainer at the table replied, “I concur with the submissive. Master Allen was oblivious to her discomfort until he asked.”

“Thank you for your observations, Ms. Taylor,” Sir said. “You may kneel.”

Lea immediately settled on the floor in a graceful motion.

Sir addressed Mary next. “Give us your assessment of Mr. Hall’s performance, Miss Wilson.”

Mary answered, “He still has a lot to learn, Sir. The cautious way he used the crop was a complete turn-off. He might as well have hit me with a wet noodle.”

The silence in the room was deafening.

Sir replied with ice in his voice, “Miss Wilson, a respectful evaluation is expected of a submissive. Demeaning your Dom’s performance is neither welcomed nor appropriate.”

Brie felt a chill run through her bones, even though she was not the one being corrected.

Mary answered meekly, “Sorry, Sir.”

“Reword your statement,” Marquis Gray instructed, his face expressionless.

Mary took a deep breath before starting again. “Lord Hall was not confident with his use of the crop.”

The bald trainer at the other table interjected, “I believe some of the fault lies with you, Miss Wilson. I noticed you were emotionally unreadable, which made you difficult to work with. It surprises me, considering the extensive training you’ve received at this school.”

Brie shuddered at the trainer’s assessment of Mary. She had never thought that by evaluating the training Doms, they might end up inviting negative comments from the Dominant trainers themselves. However, she realized she had been foolish to think otherwise. As submissives, they were always under scrutiny—always.

Ms. Clark challenged Mary by asking, “You started with his weakness, but I would like to know his strengths.”

Mary took quite a while to answer. “He was…good-looking and pounded me decently.”

All eight trainers stared at her without comment.

Mary was failing miserably with her evaluation, so Sir mercifully cut it short. “What would you rate him?”

“A three, maybe four.”

“Since I find your evaluation a waste of our time,” Sir stated, “kneel down and rethink your answers. We will speak after class.”

Mary sank to the floor slowly.

“Miss Bennett,” Sir began, his voice tainted with irritation. Although she knew it wasn’t directed at her, Brie still felt a quelling of her spirit. “How would you evaluate your Dom’s performance?”

“Sir, I would rate Faelan a seven.”

The brawny trainer from the other team jumped on her statement. “Why so high? Explain yourself.”

“I know it may seem odd, considering we did not have intercourse, but it was that very fact that set him apart.” Brie braved a look at the Dominant trainer. “I’m not sure how well I would have handled a more intimate encounter because I’m acquainted with Faelan outside of class. The fact he chose to tease rather than conquer me was shrewd. It left me craving another session with him.”

Ms. Clark asked, “Had he demanded intercourse, would you have complied?”

“Of course,” Brie answered, remembering to keep her eyes lowered when she answered the Dominatrix. “However, it would have been out of obedience, not personal desire.”

Brie heard the woman trainer at the other table remark, “I did find his choice of scene odd, but it makes sense now.”

“Miss Bennett.” Brie looked up, and a distinguished white-haired gentleman nodded to her. “What do you see as a weakness of Mr. Wallace?”

She answered with apprehension, “Although Faelan read me well throughout the scene, he did come across a little overconfident.”

Brie saw the female trainer smile. The fourth man, a striking Native American, replied, “A valid point.” Brie had presumed the bald man was the leader of the panel, but the authoritative way this Dom spoke said differently. He glanced over to Sir. “I think we have what we need from your submissives.”

Sir ordered Brie to kneel. She followed his command as all of the Dominant trainers got up from their table and left the room. Sir followed them out and spoke to the head trainer in the hallway for several minutes.

It allowed Brie time to reflect on the scene with Faelan. It shocked her that through that short encounter, Blue Eyes had accomplished the one thing she did not want. The light caress of his feather still lingered on her skin, causing goose bumps of desire for the boy.