Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (46 page)

His rigid cock pressed against her stomach
as he leaned in, replacing his hand on her lips with his tongue. He
plundered her mouth as his hand moved between her legs. She opened
herself to his assault, needing to feel him.

“I can’t deny myself any longer,” he
growled. He kissed her roughly as he pushed his finger deep inside
her wet and willing body. She whimpered, her body a firestorm of
lust. His thumb played with her clit as his finger simultaneously
caressed her G-spot. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and he hit the
wall with his fist. “Damn you, Brie!”

She felt him move away and cried out, “Don’t
stop!”

Silence…

Her shallow gasps filled the room. Brie
stayed pressed against the wall, willing him back to her.

She heard his ragged breath and knew he was
just out of reach. Brie said nothing, waiting obediently, praying
he would return to her.

“Fuck! You’re like a drug to me.”

She whispered into the dark, “Consume
me.”

He rushed upon her then. Sir found her
wrists in the dark and pulled them above her head. He held onto
them with one hand while the other fumbled with his zipper, then
guided his shaft into her.

She cried out at the force of his entry. He
covered her mouth to keep her quiet as he began thrusting hard, but
it wasn’t enough for either of them. He let go of her wrists and
lifted her up by the thighs. He gained deeper access with the new
angle and smashed her against the wall as he took her roughly.

Brie gasped as his cock claimed its prize.
Then she heard Ms. Clark say, “Where the hell is Thane? He’s not in
his office.”

Sir’s hand was back on her mouth. His
thrusts slowed but did not stop as the two listened to the
conversation just outside the door.

Marquis Gray answered, “I have no idea. I’ll
head upstairs to ask at the front desk.”

“I’ll check the commons again,” Ms. Clark
snapped. “This is such a waste of time! He’s going to get an earful
when I see him.”

Brie heard Sir chuckle softly, just before
he thrust deep. He kissed her again, his lips expressing a
tenderness she hadn’t experienced before. When he pulled away, she
breathed out in the barest of whispers, “I love you, Sir.”

He responded by grabbing her face in his
hands and kissing her deeply as his body crushed her against the
wall. His tongue thrust into her mouth with the same passion as his
cock drove into her burning depths. She lost herself in his desire
as he consumed her—mind, body and soul.

“I need more…” he grunted.

She was desperate to give him more, wrapping
her arms around his neck. “Just say the word and I am yours
completely.”

His lips moved to her ear. She heard his
intake of breath just as he was about to speak. Brie closed her
eyes, waiting to hear his declaration of love.

****

The door swung open and light flooded the
room. “Brie, what are you doing in the dark?” Mr. Reynolds
asked.

Brie rubbed her eyes, waking from her dream.
She looked up at her boss as the blood rushed to her cheeks. “I
just needed to rest my eyes for a few minutes. Did I go past my
break?” She started to get up, but he told her to sit back
down.

“You’re fine. You still have a few minutes
left.”

Brie took several deep breaths to calm her
racing heart. Even in her dreams she had been denied hearing Sir
say those three little words. She felt her heart catch.
Is it a
sign that I never will?

Mr. Reynolds sat down next to her in the
tiny office. “Is there anything I can do? You know I will be happy
to help if I can.”

She smiled at the compassionate man who was
so much like a father to her. “It’s nothing to worry about, Mr.
Reynolds. Classes are just taking a lot out of me. It’ll be over
soon.”

He responded sadly, “I have an uneasy
feeling that I won’t be seeing your smiling face around here much
longer.” He patted her hand. “But that’s okay. You were meant for
more than this. It’s just that this old man will miss you.”

“Who says I’m leaving?” she quipped. “You
can’t run this place with Jeff as your sidekick.”

He looked at her kindly. “Brie, you deserve
better than this.”

Tears welled up when she heard the
earnestness in his voice. “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds.”

He gave her hand one final pat. “So have you
got enough Zs or should I turn the light back off and give you five
more minutes?”

“I think I’m good.”

“Glad to hear it. Jeff screwed up stocking
yesterday. Do you mind taking care of that?”

“I don’t know how you put up with that boy,”
Brie grumbled good-naturedly as she got up from her chair.

“What choice do I have when he’s related to
the owner? I consider Jeff a cross I must bear. The boy teaches me
patience on a level no one else could.” He stood up and grinned.
“Besides, who else would put up with him?”

“You’re a good man, Mr. Reynolds,” she said,
and gave him a peck on his weathered cheek.

As she left work that night, Brie felt a
cool chill travel down her spine. Her boss was right; she felt it
in her bones that her days at the tobacco shop were numbered. She
struggled with the conflicting emotions of excitement and sadness,
knowing things were about to change.

She walked up to the doors of the Training
Center with a playful grin on her face. Blue Eyes had been the one
to mess with her mind for weeks now. It was high time to give him a
taste of his own medicine. As she passed, she tucked her hair
behind her ear while batting her eyes at him.

He cleared his throat before saying his
customary, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”

She turned around in one fluid motion,
blowing him a kiss before turning back around and walking to the
elevator.
Take that, Wolfpup,
she thought, giggling to
herself.

Mr. Gallant’s class centered on the
importance of tasks and rituals. “Daily tasks given by the Dominant
are gifts. They may look like common, everyday tasks to an
outsider, but for the submissive it is the opportunity to serve her
Master. It allows her to please her Dom and gives her an
opportunity to be rewarded for a job well done.”

“Rituals, on the other hand, are formalized
series of words or actions that reinforce the D/s dynamic. They are
created to set the mood and build anticipation. They should be
simple and meaningful to both parties.”

“Miss Bennett, can you give me an example of
a task versus a ritual?”

Luckily, Brie had been paying close
attention. “An example of a task would be laying out your Dom’s
clothes for the following day, meeting his exact specifications. A
ritual could be greeting your Dominant at the door every day in a
submissive pose until he touches your head and commands you to
serve him.”

“Very good.”

Mr. Gallant opened his desk drawer and
pulled out three cell phones. He placed one on each of their desks.
“Tonight you will be doing a set of tasks for one of your trainers.
You are expected to obey to the letter—no excuses. That may mean
being creative in order to fulfill the commands given to you.”

Brie didn’t understand why a phone would be
needed, but she felt the thrill that always came with a new
challenge.

“You will meet the trainers at the commons.
Remember that the goal is to follow the task to the letter. Failure
is not an option.” The three girls got up to leave and he added,
“Go ahead and take your coats with you. You will be leaving the
Center shortly.”

Lea squealed after they left his classroom.
“Another field trip!”

Brie couldn’t hide her excitement. “I wonder
what we’ll be asked to do this time. I love outdoor
practicums!”

Mary scoffed, “It sounds dumb to me.”

Brie frowned. “Why do you have to put
everything down? You never give anything a chance, even though you
end up enjoying it.”

“Hey, don’t knock how I approach life. If I
expect the worst, when it happens I’m not disappointed.”

Brie shook her head. “That sounds like a
depressing way to live.”

Mary snorted. “It works for me. If things go
well then it’s an unexpected surprise, and I’m happy about it.”

Brie stopped in the middle of the hallway.
“What if, by expecting things to go badly, you guarantee they
do?”

Lea piped in, “Yeah, like what if you’re
creating your own reality with your negative thinking?”

Mary rolled her eyes. “If that were true, I
would never experience anything good. The fact that I do shoots
your little theory to hell. Why do you two even care, anyway?”

“Because your negative attitude affects us,”
Lea answered.

Mary growled angrily, “And
this
is
why I hate women! I don’t want to hold hands and skip around
pretending everything is wonderful. It’s dumb.”

“No, you’re dumb!” Lea snapped.

Her venomous outburst surprised Brie. They
couldn’t afford to fight—not now. This was their last week
together.

Maybe that’s why Mary is acting
hostile.
What if Mary didn’t want their time together to end
any more than she did?

Brie stopped again and turned on them both.
“Enough! We are here to support each other. Tonight, we are going
to kick butt on our tasks. Our trainers will talk about our
awesomeness for years, do you understand me?”

Lea smiled at her. “Uh-huh! Kicking ass and
taking names…”

“You two are so juvenile,” Mary said
contemptuously as she walked ahead of the two. Then she looked back
and added with a wink, “Of course, I’m going to kick better butt
than either of you. It’ll be
my
name the trainers will be
talking about for years.”

Brie pulled the belt from her coat
discreetly, folding it in half. When Mary wasn’t looking, she
whipped her ass with it. “You wish! It’s Brie all the way,
woman.”

Mary jumped away in surprise and then faced
her with a grin. “Stinky cheese? I think not.” She scooted to the
side when Brie tried to hit her again.

Lea giggled adorably. “Yes, you will be
remembered as Mary Quite Contrary and Stinky Brie, but it will be
Lea the Lovely that will stand above the rest.”

“Bend over, Lea. I must beat you for that,”
Brie commanded.

They heard a door open and Faelan popped his
head out of the classroom. His voice was unusually stern. “You
are
aware that we can hear every word you say.”

Brie instantly apologized, bowing her head
in mortification. How embarrassing to have had Blue Eyes, along
with the other training Dominants, hear their feminine
exchange.

He replied, “As penance, you three must go
home tonight and strap on a vibrator at full blast for a half-hour
without coming.” He disappeared back into the classroom.

As the three hurried to the commons, Lea
whispered, “Do you think he was serious?”

Brie shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

Sir greeted the girls with a nod of his
head. If he had heard their ruckus, he didn’t mention it. However,
Brie felt certain he would hear of it later.

He said pleasantly, “Mr. Gallant spoke to
you about rituals. Tonight I will assign each of you a ritual I
expect you to follow at the beginning of each session for the
remainder of your training.”

He addressed Mary first. “As soon as you
enter the room, you are to move to the side and bow low with your
arms outstretched on the floor. You are not allowed to speak or
move until one of the trainers acknowledges you. Do so now.”

He moved on to Lea next. “When you enter the
classroom, you are to strip off your panties and leave them by the
door. You are then to present yourself in a kneeling position with
your knees shoulder length apart. You may not release from the
position until you have been given permission. Do so now.”

Brie held her breath as she waited for Sir
to command her. Anytime she was given his full attention, she felt
unadulterated bliss. She dared to look him in the eye, melting in
the heat of his gaze. “Miss Bennett, when you enter the room you
are to take off your corset and leave it at the entrance. Kneel in
front of the panel with your legs closed, put your arms behind your
back so that your breasts are fully presented. You are not to move
until you are given permission. Do so now.”

Brie quickly untied the corset and placed it
by the frame of the door. Then she gracefully glided over to the
panel. She knelt down slowly, basking in the joy of her femininity.
She would bet that even Ms. Clark was enjoying the view…but knowing
her, probably not as much as the sight of Lea’s hot little
beaver.

Sir continued with his instructions, telling
the girls which Dom they had been paired up with for the evening.
“Miss Bennett, you will be working with Master Coen tonight.” Her
bottom tingled in remembrance of the trainer’s spanking. What would
the muscular Coen have for her tonight?

After he had assigned each girl her Dom,
Marquis Gray stood up and walked over to Lea. He placed his hand on
her head and said, “You may stand and serve me.”

Master Anderson approached Mary and said,
“On your feet, slave. Attend to your Master.”

Brie felt Master Coen beside her. He grabbed
her long hair and pulled her chin up with gentle force. “It’s
time.” She rose from the floor, gathered her corset, and followed
him to a secluded corner to listen to his orders.

“You will get into your car and check your
text. There you will find my next set of instructions. Be aware
that when you hit the record button, the images will go directly to
my phone. You also cannot text when it is recording.”

Brie looked at her cell phone and saw a
large, red record button on the upper right. This was
not
an
ordinary cell phone.

“Everything you need to know will be
explained in the text.” His eyes held a mischievous glint when he
ordered her to leave.