Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (62 page)

“Present yourself to me, little slave.”

Brie obediently dropped to the floor and
arched her back in a beautiful curved shape, with her legs spread
wide for his pleasure, just as he had instructed her in their first
session together. She kept her head down, waiting for his next
order.

Tono fisted her hair, pulling her head back
and kissing her deeply. “My toriko, how well you remember my
preference.”

“I delight in pleasing you, Tono.”

He smiled as he gracefully knelt down on the
mat, gesturing her to him. Tono wrapped his strong arms around Brie
and she laid her head back on his chest. She wanted to voice the
question that was burning a hole in her heart but she chickened
out, choosing instead to ask the first question from her list. “Can
you tell me how old you are?”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I
am thirty.”

She quickly did the math and announced,
“You’re only eight years older. That’s not bad.”

“Glad you approve, little one.”

She giggled softly. “I already know what you
do for a living…so I guess I’ll go on to the next question. Why did
you choose to become a Dom?”

“My father is a master of Kinbaku. It seemed
only natural that I should follow in his footsteps. You see, I have
been trained by the best.”

The mention of his father threw Brie off, so
she changed the subject. “What do you think of my film career?”

“I will support you fully, toriko. I have
the unique ability to travel with you on location, no matter where
you end up shooting. I can continue my photography and do seminars
anywhere. Your career choice is not an issue for me.”

“But I thought you liked to stay in LA?”

“It is my preference, but not a necessity. I
would enjoy seeing you succeed in your passion, and I desire to
support you.”

She grabbed his cheeks and kissed him
soundly. “It means a lot to me, Tono. More than you know.”

“I know your heart, little one.”

“So I assume we would be together
twenty-four seven.”

He ran his fingertips down her neck and over
the swell of her breasts. “I would have it no other way.”

“Your place?” she asked, with a touch of
sarcastic acceptance.

“It matters little.” She looked at him in
surprise. He answered her next question without being asked. “My
contentment is not dependent on the location.”

Brie smiled, liking all of his answers so
far. “Would you have a problem with me working at the tobacco shop
until I get my big break?”

He surprised her when he said, “Yes.”

She was about to argue the point, but he
caressed her cheek lovingly. “You should not work a retail job,
toriko, when your career involves film. I expect you to devote your
time fully to it.”

Brie broke out in a huge grin. “You would
support me until I make it a success?”

“Of course, little slave. Your success is
our success. However, I would require your beautiful form on my own
film occasionally.”

She knocked him over with her enthusiastic
embrace. They landed on the mat together, her laughter filling the
small room. “I love you so much!”

Once the L-word was out, the room became
silent. He slowly brushed a strand of hair from her face, looking
at her with those warm, brown eyes. He said nothing, but his smile
was radiant, like the sun. It thrilled her heart to see it.

Tono gently helped her up. He stood before
her, taking off his jacket and laying it neatly on the floor. Then
he proceeded to undress in front of her. She watched in admiration
as he exposed his model-worthy body. When he was completely nude,
he picked up his jacket and pulled a small piece of jute from a
pocket. “Hold your wrists out, toriko.”

Brie struggled to hide her grin. The rope
was so short. How could he possibly do anything impressive with
such a small piece of rope? Tono’s eyes sparkled as he secured her
wrists together in a cross pattern, leaving her arms open. He
pushed her gently onto the mat and removed her thong first. He
kissed it before placing it on the floor. He removed her heels
next, slowly and reverently. Her stockings came off last.

Tono flipped her microskirt up and stroked
her bare pussy. Brie’s body responded, automatically pressing
against his hand, desiring more of his intimate touch.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. Instead of
claiming her with his tongue, Tono stood and pulled Brie up. He
leaned over and lifted her tied wrists over his head. With her arms
around his neck and her face just inches from his, he picked her
up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his naked hips and
felt the sexual tension when her swollen lips made contact with his
hard cock.

Tono danced with her in his arms, kissing
her deeply as he kept time to a song only he could hear. His tongue
drew her in like an undercurrent. She lost herself in the kiss, no
longer aware of her surroundings.

Her pussy gently rocked against his shaft as
he moved, causing a slow buildup that accented the song he created
between them. “Oh, Tono,” she whispered.

He lifted her hips up and slowly slipped his
cock into her. She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy. He
continued to dance with her, his cock planted deeply within.

Brie pulled on her bound wrists, drawing his
lips back to hers. He moved in a circular pattern around the room,
sliding himself in and out of her moist recess. Her building orgasm
was approaching its peak. Brie braced her wrists against the back
of his neck and rubbed her erect nipples against his sweaty skin.
It proved his undoing and she felt his cock pulse rhythmically
inside her as he groaned hoarsely.

The constant rubbing had sensitized her clit
to near climax. She whispered, “Bite me, Tono,” needing his teeth
to bring her over the edge.

He hesitated. “No.”

Tono chose to give her a passionate kiss.
Brie readjusted and concentrated on the magic of his tongue. Soon
her body shuddered in its own release. He continued to hold her in
his arms afterwards, as they basked in the afterglow of their
lovemaking.

Brie winced when the warning bell rang. She
hated to break the spell, but time was running out and they had to
talk about his father. “Tono…” She stopped, her heart pounding with
dread as a deathlike silence filled the room.

Finally, he spoke. “Toriko, my father is
mistaken.”

She stiffened in his embrace. “What does he
mean by telling you I’m not good?” she asked, tears blurring her
vision of his face.

Tono leaned forward and kissed them away.
“He does not understand. My father has never shared the connection
we share.”

“But what did he mean by it?”

Tono closed his eyes and did not speak. It
scared her. When he opened his chocolate eyes again he said firmly,
“What he says does not matter.”

“But it matters to me,” she insisted.

He moved over to the couch and set her down,
then began untying the jute. “My father believes you have a
ravenous spirit.”

Ice crystals coursed through her veins at
the declaration. “What does that mean, Tono?”

He gazed into her eyes and paused before
answering. “He does not believe I will be enough for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat at hearing her
greatest fear voiced by his father. Tears threatened to take over,
so she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

“My father is wrong, toriko,” he said
soothingly. He was tender as he dressed her.

Brie opened her eyes to stare at her
handsome Dom while he dressed himself, wondering the whole time how
they could survive his father’s disapproval. The Japanese culture
placed a high value on the bond between parent and child. Worse was
the fact that Tono’s father had also trained him. It demanded an
even higher level of respect. But what really scared Brie—what made
it difficult for her to breathe—was the fact his father might be
right, and Tono and Brie both knew it.

She stood up and clung to Tono, flinching
when the second bell sounded. She struggled to let go of him.

Tono took her face in his hands. “Do not let
my father’s words sway you, toriko. Choose the man who will love
and guide you.”

Marquis entered the room and encouraged Tono
to leave. Brie watched him walk away, heartsick at the
separation.

“Do you have what you need to make a
decision, pearl?”

She looked up at Marquis and answered with a
simple nod.

“Good.”

They walked out of the room to the
festivities now in full swing. It would be a full hour before the
collaring ceremony. Brie saw Lea already mingling with the crowd.
She looked over the sea of people and noticed several familiar
faces.

I guess it’s time to begin my
goodbyes…
Brie thought.

She approached Baron first. He was engaged
in a conversation with Mr. Gallant, but ended it as soon as he
noticed her. “Ah, kitten…”

She grinned at the striking Dom. “I want to
thank you, Baron.”

His white teeth gleamed against his dark
skin. “It was my pleasure and honor.”

Brie smiled shyly when she admitted,
“Remember that first night? I was so scared of you.”

His large thumb traced the edge of her
bottom lip. “It concerned me, but we got past that.”

“You were gentle and kind.”

He chuckled in his deep baritone. “Not too
gentle, I trust.”

She kissed his thumb. “Just right.”

“Thankfully, Headmaster Davis picked the
best man for the job.” He thrust his chest out and smiled
heroically. “He insisted I push you to the edge that first night,
but you handled yourself well and I must say you have blossomed
since, kitten. You are a true submissive now.”

She tiptoed to kiss Baron’s enticing, thick
lips. “I owe my success to you. You saw me through that first
night.”

“No, you succeeded all on your own, kitten.
Although I must admit it was enjoyable being a part of your
training.”

Mr. Gallant interrupted their conversation.
“Pardon me, Miss Bennett, but there are quite a few people who
would like to speak with you tonight. I recommend you spread
yourself around as much as possible.”

She bowed to her teacher and his beautiful
wife, giving Baron one last peck on his luscious lips before moving
into the crowd. Brie did a double-take when she saw her boss, Mr.
Reynolds, from the tobacco shop.
What is he doing here?

His wrinkled face broke out in a familiar
grin as she came up to him. “Brie, you look positively
stunning.”

She was suddenly reminded of her attire and
blushed. This was Mr. Reynolds, after all. “This is my wife, Judy.
She has been anxious to meet you.”

Brie looked at the older woman, who had
streaks of gray throughout her jet-black hair. The woman had a
captivating smile. “Such a pleasure. Jack has only nice things to
say about his favorite employee.” She leaned in closer. “I think
you saved his sanity on numerous occasions.”

She looked back at Mr. Reynolds, wondering
at his presence here, but she didn’t have to wonder for long. “I
know it must be a shock to see me, but I have known Thane for a
very long time. Since he was a baby, in fact.” He pointed at Sir
across the room. “You see, he’s my nephew.”

Brie gasped. Mr. Reynolds was related to
Sir? She stared at Mr. Reynolds and nodded stupidly as she tried to
take in his words.

“That night you met, he was actually coming
by to visit me. Apparently, he was so taken by a certain young lady
that he up and left without even saying hello. I have to admit I
was shocked he left the card, and even more so when I saw you
wearing his collar.”

Mr. Reynolds knew what was going on the
entire time?

“Thane’s either at work or over at the
Center. I had high hopes when I saw the collar around your neck,
but I should have known better.” He laughed lightly and held up his
glass in a mock toast to Sir. “Always the bridesmaid, never the
bride.”

Brie’s gaze gravitated towards Sir. He was
smiling at some remark Master Coen had made, but his smile made her
sad. Sir had poured everything into the Submissive Training Center.
Lea, Mary and she were all products of his dedication and would
move on from the school, partnered with Doms worthy of their new
training. He, however, would remain behind—alone.

“So, Miss Bennett, have you decided who you
are going to ask to collar you?” Mrs. Reynolds asked excitedly.

“Judy! You don’t ask something like that,”
Mr. Reynolds scolded, putting his arm around his wife’s shoulders.
“We don’t get out much. Please forgive her enthusiasm.”

“That’s okay,” Brie replied, but she began
looking around for a means of escape. She saw Faelan standing a
short distance away, obviously wanting to talk to her. She made her
excuse to the couple. “I’m sorry, there’s someone I must speak
to.”

Faelan’s blue eyes were trained on her. She
walked away, listening to Mrs. Reynolds’ profuse apologies, feeling
the weight of Faelan’s stare as she approached. Brie kept her eyes
down, unsure how to begin.

“It changes nothing,” he declared, lifting
her chin up to look into her eyes.

“What did you do with her?”

He shook his head. “That is privileged
information, blossom. It would be uncouth to speak of our
encounter.”

“I didn’t care for it,” she said simply,
turning her head from him.

“It couldn’t be helped,” he answered,
forcing her to look him in the eye.

“Do you want Mary?”

His reply was quick. “She’s a beautiful
girl.” His answer did not please Brie and he knew it. “Blossom, it
is you I want to collar. I have wanted nothing more since that
night on the beach when I discovered what you are. Do not doubt
that.”

She glanced over and saw Mary watching their
exchange. “Excuse me. I need to talk to that woman.”

Brie left Faelan standing there and headed
straight towards Mary. The woman stiffened visibly, and Brie
watched her transform into her nemesis of old.