Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (49 page)

“Tono said it was his inspiration for
today’s demonstration.”

Brie looked at it closely and saw that it
was a photo of her. The first one he had taken, in fact. Her hand
was against her cheek as she looked at the camera with dreamy lust
in her eyes. Looking at the photo instantly took her back to that
day, to that specific moment in time with him.

This could be her life if she chose it…

Auction Day: The Wolf Shows His Teeth

Brie pampered herself the morning before the
auction. A long bubble bath with classical music made for a relaxed
little submissive. She met Lea and Mary at the school and couldn’t
help noticing the Center was buzzing with excitement.

“What’s going on?” she asked Mary.

“I don’t know. It’s weird. Even Ms. Clark is
smiling.”

“An actual smile?”

Mary nodded slowly as if she couldn’t
believe it, either.

Lea poked Brie in the ribs and pointed out
that Sir and Marquis were having a private conversation and were
actually laughing together. It was surreal.

When Ms. Clark came to get them, Brie saw
her lips turned up in a jovial manner, even when she looked at
Brie.
Twilight Zone moment, for sure…
Brie soon found
herself on the stage, anxiously waiting to find out what the
excitement was all about. She became distraught when she got the
answer.

“This will be the last auction for this
class of submissives. In honor of that, we will begin the bidding
at one thousand dollars,” the auctioneer announced.

The last auction?
She knew the class
would be ending next week, but she’d assumed there would be a final
auction. She hadn’t been prepared for things to end this fast!

There was a flurry of bidding and the
numbers kept rising until she heard the auctioneer call out, “Sold
to Faelan for two thousand, four hundred dollars.”

Her first thought was,
Oh crap, that’s a
lot of money!
Her second was utter disbelief.
Faelan?

He confidently walked onto the stage and
took Brie’s arm. Her heart skipped a beat at his handling of her.
The aura surrounding Blue Eyes was intensely male.

Brie followed him down the steps while the
bidding began for Mary. The girl ended up in the hands of Captain.
This time, he did not bother with the blindfold. She could not see
the expression on Mary’s face when he went to retrieve her, but
Brie sincerely hoped Mary would be kind to the man.

“Are you ready, blossom?”

Brie looked up into Faelan’s blue eyes and
caught her breath. The intensity of his stare made him seem
dangerous. She followed meekly behind him, her body quivering with
excitement—and a little fear. There was definitely a dangerous vibe
to him.

It turned out that Faelan drove an old
Mustang convertible. He raised his eyebrow in a sexy manner when he
opened the door, explaining to her, “Sucker for classics.”

When she’d sat down, he leaned over and
buckled her into the seat, his lips just centimeters from hers. She
could almost feel them on her mouth, but he pulled away and said,
“Sucker for safety, too.”

Faelan wasn’t a speed demon like Tono, but
he did punch it on the straightaways. Brie liked the rumble of the
motor and the wind whipping through her hair. She felt a bit wild
and stared at Faelan shamelessly.

He drove her to a side of town she hadn’t
visited before. The community was made up of young professionals
and had an energized feel to it. He pulled up to a small duplex and
helped her out of the car.

A jogger passed by and waved. “Hey, Wallace,
hot date?”

Blue Eyes gave him a friendly nod and
responded, “Something like that.”

The man called back, “Don’t do anything I
wouldn’t do.”

Faelan helped Brie out of the car and
growled in her ear, “Oh, but I plan to.”

She shivered as he led her to his home. This
was not the mild-mannered business student she knew from the
Center.

His place was small, but filled with modern
conveniences. It had a youthful feel. Brie watched him casually
fling his keys on a hallway table and motion her to his side.

He said gruffly, “Kneel.”

She basked in the feeling of his dominance
as she knelt before him and he placed his hand on her head. He
spoke solemnly. “Tonight you will serve me well.”

Her loins tingled with pleasure and
anticipation. “Yes, Faelan.”

“Take everything off but your panties.”

She started untying the corset, but her
hands fumbled with the laces. The way he was staring at her made it
feel like her first time.
Calm down!
she commanded herself.
She had at least four days more training than he did. That made her
the veteran. She stood there confidently with her clothes in a neat
pile at her feet, waiting for his next order.

“Turn around slowly.”

She felt the intensity of his gaze on every
inch of her body. It was disconcerting how wet it made her.

“Go to the chair in the center of the
room.”

She walked over slowly and faced him,
keeping her eyes on his black marble floor.

He came over and showed her the rope in his
hand. “I will be tying you to the chair. It will not feel
comfortable. I want you to embrace the discomfort and know that you
are doing it for me.”

She felt butterflies in her stomach. He was
not going to be as easy to please as she had initially assumed. Ms.
Clark’s voice rang in her head.
You know what they say about
assuming…

“Lay your shoulders on top of the back rest
and keep your body in a straight line. I will support you until you
are properly situated.”

Faelan helped her settle her shoulders on
top of the wooden back, telling her to put her hands behind her.
“Head back. Straighten your body.”

The chair dug into her skin and muscles as
she braced her feet against the floor and made her body straight as
an arrow. “Beautiful,” he said, running his hands down the length
of her body. He tied her ankles together and attached them to the
legs of the chair. It gave her some support and she was grateful
for it. The crease of her ass lay against the edge of the seat and
dug into her there, as well.

He tied her wrists together next and
attached them to the rungs at the back. This also provided
additional support, giving her a chance to remain in this position
longer than she could have on her own.

Faelan tied a blindfold over her eyes next,
then moved away from her. He said from the other side of the room,
“You are beautiful, blossom.”

She could feel the emptiness engulf her when
he left, and she worried that he was going to leave her like this.
For a second she contemplated relaxing, but immediately dismissed
it. She lay against the chair, keeping her stomach muscles taut to
keep herself in place.

She felt a deep a sense of relief when she
heard him return. “Did you miss me, blossom?”

“Yes, Faelan.” She was surprised how much
she meant those simple words.

“We are going to play a game, you and
I.”

Her heart rate sped up. What could he
possibly have in mind with her tied in such a vulnerable
position?

“It’s a guessing game.” Brie heard his
footsteps as he walked across the room and stood over her. She
couldn’t stop her quick, shallow breaths as she waited, feeling
completely at his mercy.

Brie jumped when she felt the touch of
something bitterly cold on her chest. It melted on her skin as he
rubbed it over both breasts, making her nipples ache in
response.

“What is it?”

“Ice, Faelan.”

“Very good.”

He took the ice away, and then kissed and
licked her nipples, returning the warmth he had stolen from her.
Then she heard him pick up a new item and felt something cold
again. It glided over her stomach, but did not melt. She shook her
head, unable to place what it was.

“Don’t move,” he said smoothly, then turned
the item on its side so she could feel its sharpness. She gasped in
fear and surprise.

“What is it?”

“A knife, Faelan.”

“Yes.” He chuckled lightly. The edge of the
knife slowly glided down to her mound. She remained perfectly
still, holding her breath. He cut through her thong and she felt
him pull it away from her body. The flat of the knife returned and
slid down over her clit, then the touch disappeared. She allowed
herself to breathe then.

“Are you scared, blossom?”

“Yes, Faelan. A little…”

“Good.”

His answer gave her goose bumps. He was like
a wild animal—enticing, but with the potential to bite her when she
least expected it. Why it turned her on, she couldn’t explain.

She gasped when she felt his hot breath on
her clit. His tongue sought out her sensitive nodule and began
caressing it with its moist warmth, while his fingers made their
way between her swollen lips. He lifted his mouth from her and
said, “Your body gives you away, blossom. I can tell how much
you’re enjoying my game.”

She could not deny it. “Yes, Faelan.”

His mouth claimed her clit again. She
struggled not to lose her pose as his tongue plundered her.
Eventually she cried out, her body shaking from the effort to
remain still.

Faelan’s tongue left her clit, but his
fingers immediately replaced it while his lips slowly made their
way up her trembling stomach to her breasts, finally trailing up
her neck all the way to her mouth. He kissed her then, and all
other awareness fell away. Her only reality was the passion flowing
through his lips.

Just as it had the first time, Faelan’s kiss
took her breath away. The feeling frightened Brie because of the
intensity—his kisses were demanding and all-encompassing. When he
finally broke away, she groaned.

“Back to the game.”

This time she felt something smooth and
extremely warm, almost hot. She had no idea what the item was as he
glided it over her skin, but it seemed long and cylindrical.

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure, Faelan.”

“Maybe this will help.”

He trailed the hot cylinder down to her
pussy. She whimpered when he separated her outer lips and slid the
tip in. The heat of it felt delightfully erotic.

“What is it?” he asked.

“A dildo?”

She heard his chuckle again. “I prefer
phallus, but yes, it’s a glass dildo, my sweet.” He repositioned
himself before sliding the hot device inside her. She moaned,
having no ability to participate, only receive.

“I put it in hot water to heat the glass,
blossom.” He pushed it farther inside. The smoothness of the glass
was delicious and the warmth of the phallus was like nothing she’d
experienced before. He began stroking her with it, while his tongue
plundered her mouth again.

His lips stole her breath away as he claimed
her pussy with the glass cock in his hand. Brie’s body relented to
the fire he was creating. She shuddered as sweat dripped from her
forehead.

He changed the angle of the toy and it
caused her whole body to stiffen. “Come, blossom.”

The swirl of erotic emotions gelled into an
enormous orgasm. “Oh, Faelan…” she whispered as it took her,
claimed her. It was so erotically intense, she couldn’t breathe and
felt herself blacking out.

She felt him tugging at her bindings as he
quickly untied them and took off the blindfold. Soon she was in
Faelan’s arms. “Are you okay?”

She opened her mouth and then shut it,
unable to form words yet. She just nodded.

“What is your color?”

She could hear the worry in his voice and
nodded her head again.

He swept his hair away from his eyes in a
nervous gesture. His newness was showing, but she found it
appealing and attempted a weak smile.

He raised his eyebrow and said accusingly,
“Do you normally orgasm like that?”

She shook her head.

His face broke out in a grin. “Ah, then I
must be good.” He suddenly had the look of a cocky boy with that
satisfied half-grin on his face. If she had not been acting as his
submissive, she would have rolled her eyes in response.

He must have read her thoughts, because he
grabbed her chin. “Oh no, disrespect is not allowed.” He pushed her
head towards his cock. “Suck me, slower than you have ever sucked a
man.”

She was still a little disconcerted from her
orgasm, but she dutifully got in a kneeling position and opened her
mouth. He eased his cock between her lips and she began
fellatio.

“Too fast.”

She slowed down, licking his frenulum with
less vigor.

“Still too fast.”

She looked up at him with his cock still in
her mouth. Was he trying to test her? She licked his shaft
centimeter by slow centimeter, her concentration focused solely on
his manhood. Everything else disappeared as she centered on
pleasing him.

She felt his hand on her head. “That’s
better, blossom.”

With that simple act, she was totally his
submissive again. She moaned with his cock in her mouth, wanting to
express her pleasure at being his for the day. She took delight in
teasing his manhood and feeling it respond in her mouth—the taste
of his pre-come, the warmth of the blood rushing to the area, his
rigidness, the little jumps it made in her mouth when she hit just
the right spot.

His hand guided her to a faster pace, and
she understood he was going to allow her to swallow his essence.
“Taste your Master’s pleasure,” he said, grabbing both sides of her
head as he released his seed into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly,
surprised that it had a fresh tang, not as bitter as most she had
tasted. She held on to his shaft as she finished licking the
entirety of it.

“That was good. Now stand before me.”

She gracefully stood up. His finger lifted
her chin up and his crystal eyes gazed directly into hers. “Who is
in charge of you?”