Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (58 page)

It thrilled Brie to be bound in public and
not have anyone aware of it. People nodded at the attractive
couple, with no idea of the plans Sir had for Brie. She held her
head up proudly, honored to be seen with Sir, excited to be his
submissive for the evening.

He took her to a private box and ushered the
boy in. He directed Brie to the seat nearest the stage. Sir sat
next to her and the young man stood in the shadows. Brie wondered
when Sir would reveal the boy’s purpose.

Sir leaned over and slid the fur off her
shoulders before untying her wrists. “Have you been to an opera
before?”

“Khan, may I be brutally honest?”

“Yes,” he answered with a smirk.

“I have avoided them. I’m not into foreign
singing.”

“You have done yourself a grave disservice,
girl. Have you heard the story of Madame Butterfly?”

“I only know it ends sadly.”

“Indeed. Unrequited love that ends in
tragedy. ”

As if on cue, the lights went down and the
opera began. Brie enjoyed the costumes and the elaborate set, but
it was the soulful voice of the girl that moved her. The tender and
consuming love the girl expressed for her indifferent husband
touched Brie’s heart, and she felt tears prick her eyes.

“Girl!”

She turned to Sir, realizing she hadn’t
heard him calling her name. “Yes, Khan?”

“Over my knee, now.”

Brie lay down over his muscular thighs and
felt Sir pull her dress up over her waist. The darkness gave them
the illusion of privacy, although anyone in the adjacent boxes
would be able to see what he was doing if he or she simply stood
up.

His warm hand caressed her ass, soothingly,
teasingly… She closed her eyes, enjoying his sensual touch. When he
lifted his hand, she held her breath. It came down forcefully but
without pain. Instead, the contact reverberated through her loins.
His swats were slow, solid and controlled, meant solely to
arouse—his was a powerful, masculine caress that possessed her body
and soul.

He fisted her hair and pulled her head back,
kissing her with more than just passion. Brie responded,
communicating her love for him through her lips. He pulled away
abruptly and commanded, “Stand.”

Sir moved the chairs to the side and ordered
her to lie on her back. She eagerly complied, thrilled when he lay
beside her. He unzipped her dress, playing with the pearls hidden
underneath. There in the dark, with the music echoing through the
theater, Sir readied himself to take his devoted sub. Only, he
didn’t…

Once he had unclasped her bra, Sir motioned
the boy over—her priest. She was naked except for her garter belt,
hose and heels, her legs wide open to him. The angel-faced boy
knelt before her, undoing his buckle before unzipping his pants. He
freed his long, hard member and began stroking it. Brie’s loins
tingled. She knew he was about to take her, but she wanted it to be
Sir.
Screw my fantasy!

Sir began caressing her body as he licked
and nibbled her breasts. She responded to his attention, but
stiffened when she felt the boy’s hand on her. Sir looked up and
commanded, “Let him touch you.”

Brie forced herself to relax as the young
man explored her soft folds with his fingers, lightly flicking her
clit. She jumped when she felt the warmth of his tongue.

“Prove yourself worthy of your Khan’s
attention,” Sir ordered.

His words changed her perception. This was
her fantasy that Sir had thoughtfully set up. Instead of fighting
off the boy’s attention, she allowed herself to yearn for it. Brie
opened to the boy and felt the fire begin to build. The whole time,
Sir ravished her with his hands and mouth. It was the best of all
worlds. Two men focused on her pleasure, demanding her orgasm.

The music was building up to a crescendo,
just like her body. Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Let
him take your innocence.” His lips came down on hers, his tongue
entering her mouth at the same moment the blond penetrated her with
his lengthy cock.

Brie forgot she was in public and cried out.
Then she kissed Sir fiercely, releasing all the love and passion
she had built up over the weeks. He groaned into her mouth,
returning the intensity as the boy rammed his cock deep and
hard—the three of them a ball of human lust. Sir bit her neck,
sending ribbons of electricity to her groin.

She threw her head back and moaned. The
music matched the fervor churning inside her, and then the chills
began. Sir leaned over her possessively. Even in the dark, she
swore she could see love expressed in his gaze.

“I want you to come for him.” He locked lips
with her as Brie’s body stiffened and then shuddered in a forceful
release—all the passion, all the love mixing into the physical
embodiment of pleasure. It was a feeling like no other, and she
embraced the climax to the very last spasm.

Sir pulled away from her and his expression
changed as he reconstructed the wall between them. She could sense
the distance he was creating, but was powerless to stop it.

The boy distracted her by kissing her thighs
tenderly in gratitude. She appreciated the sweet gesture, but could
only stare at the intricately carved ceiling, wondering if her
heart could take any more games.

Sir helped Brie dress before the
intermission. She’d barely had her dress zipped before soft lights
illuminated their box. She was shaken by the intensity of their
encounter and sat in her chair, pretending to watch the crowd of
people milling below.

Sir turned to the boy and whispered
something. Brie glanced over and saw the young man nod to him and
then give her a meaningful glance before exiting the balcony. Sir
turned to her and held out his hand. “We are done here, unless you
want to watch Butterfly commit
jisatsu
.”

Brie popped out of her seat and took his
hand hastily. He pulled her to him, bringing their lips within
centimeters of each other, but then he slowly turned her to face
away from him. His hands ran down her arms and then grasped her
wrists forcefully. He bound them and covered her with the fur,
biting her neck lightly in the process. They left the theater just
as the last act began.

The limousine was waiting for them outside.
She noticed the blond was nowhere to be seen. It was just Brie and
Sir… Her heart began to race as she thought of the
possibilities.

Sir buckled her in and sat opposite her,
just as he had at the beginning of the evening. She watched him
covertly, hoping he would finally make his move.

“What did you think of the opera, girl?”

Still playing his role…

“It was more beautiful than I expected and,”
she paused and looked him directly in the eye, “far more exciting,
Khan.”

He had a slight smirk on his face. “Now that
we have your deflowering out of the way, I can use you however I
see fit.”

She felt delightful shivers run down her
spine. “Yes, most revered Khan. I am yours for the taking.”

“After I untie you, remove your dress and
bra. Brace your waist against the seat. I don’t plan to be
gentle.”

Brie’s whole body trembled with excitement.
She followed his instructions and laid her stomach against the seat
with her legs spread wide for him. She whimpered softly when she
felt his hand grasp her sex. “Mine!”

He trailed his hands over her body, seeming
to relish every inch. Then he grabbed her ass with one hand and
guided his cock with the other, rubbing and teasing her moist lips.
He tormented her with his manhood, arousing her desire to greater
heights. She wiggled against his rigid shaft,
needing
him to
take her with that princely cock.

“You want this, girl?” She felt Sir move
into position, his shaft ready to penetrate her soul.

“Yes! Love me hard, Khan,” she cried.

He pushed violently away from her.

“I do not love,” he growled. Sir moved back
to his seat and sat there in silence.

She braved a peek and saw him staring
intensely at her. “I’m sorry, Sir. It was a bad choice of
words.”

His whole countenance changed and the
trainer returned. “Miss Bennett…” Oh, how Brie hated it when he
called her by her last name. “You cannot confuse the emotions of a
scene for real life.”

“Sir, I…”

“Enough. We are done for the evening.”

They spent the rest of the car ride in
silence. Brie was sure she’d seen love smoldering behind his gaze
at the theater, and she had certainly felt it in his kisses. She
hadn’t been imagining things and there was no way it had been part
of the ‘scene’. Why couldn’t Sir forget the rules for one night and
love her body, the way they both wanted—both needed?

When the limo pulled up to her apartment Sir
said, “Although the fur comes with me, the rest is yours to keep.
Have a good evening, Miss Bennett.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Brie got out of the limo, feeling
shell-shocked. How could the evening be ending like this?
Everything had been so promising, so deliciously exciting. She
could still feel Sir’s passionate lips pressed against hers.

As she watched the limousine exit the
parking lot, she lifted the pearls out from under her dress and
dragged them across her teeth.
Whatever it takes, I will get you
to say those three words tomorrow, Sir. I’ve been patient long
enough.

Brie walked into Sir’s office, a tangle of
nerves. The night before graduation, each girl was expected to sit
down with Sir to discuss their overall experience with the program,
as well as their plans for the future. It was her best chance, and
perhaps her only chance to get him to admit his true feelings.
Really, now that their graduation was imminent, there was no reason
for him to hide it any longer.

“Please sit,” Sir said in his smooth,
velvety voice.

Brie sat down and thrust her hands between
her legs to keep them still, not wanting to expose her tense
excitement. She looked him directly in the eyes, letting her face
express her love for him.

He cleared his throat.
A sign of his own
nervous excitement?
she wondered gleefully. “I am assuming you
still seek to be collared tomorrow?”

She beamed. “Yes, Sir.”

“I thought so. It’s a wise choice for you.
Although you have the ability to please the Dom you are with, I
don’t think you will truly be satisfied until you can focus on a
single Master.”

Brie couldn’t stop herself from smiling. “I
long for it, Sir.”

“I shall be forthright with you, Miss
Bennett. You are one of the most talented subs I have had the
pleasure to instruct. Although your instincts get in the way at
times, you have the ability to please and charm a variety of
Dominants. It has been satisfying to witness. However, I have
enjoyed your wit, coupled with your fearless determination, that
much more.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she purred, bursting with
happiness. “I’ve flourished under your instruction.”

He waved the compliment away, choosing
instead to splash cold water on their exchange. “You have two
noteworthy Doms who are interested in you. I have confidence both
would care for you well, although they couldn’t be further from
each other in philosophy.”

Brie shook her head. What was he talking
about
? Two?

He read the confusion on her face and
responded, “Am I wrong to assume you will be choosing between
Nosaka and Wallace?”

A nervous giggle escaped from her lips.
“Those are not the only two.”

His tone became deadly serious. “Miss
Bennett… I hope you are not under the impression that trainers are
an option. I told you early on that we cannot partner with our
students.”

She stammered, “But… I… We graduate
tomorrow.”

His expression changed into one of
compassion. “I will always be your trainer. Your graduation does
not change that. Feel free to come to me or any of the trainers if
you ever have need. We will always be here for you.”

She stared at him dully, trying to process
his words. In one fell swoop, he’d stripped away two of her
choices. No Marquis and no…Sir. The ice-cold reality of what he was
saying washed over her.

A pained look traveled across his face
before he spoke. “Miss Bennett, I thought you understood.”

She shook her head slowly.

Within a few seconds the worried look on his
face transformed into a reassuring smile. “Well, there is no reason
to be upset.” He picked up a pen from his desk and began fiddling
with it. “You have two exceptional Doms to choose from. Ren Nosaka
is a master at his skill. It is obvious that he has feelings for
you. As for Todd Wallace, I had my reservations when he approached
the Center about wanting to train as a Dom. However, he has proven
himself to me. In fact…” Sir looked at her intently. “I see some of
myself in him. That’s why I chose to spend time outside the Center
instructing Mr. Wallace. Although I am not a master of one
particular area, I have a solid background overall. It’s the main
reason I was chosen as headmaster of the Center.”

Brie couldn’t believe that the man who had
trained do everything was the one man who chose to rely solely on
his touch. It made him…perfect.

“I am unsure if Mr. Wallace is simply
infatuated with you, but that is something the two of you can
explore if you choose.” Sir’s eyes were gentle, so loving.

A tear escaped and slowly trailed down her
cheek.

It seemed as if he couldn’t handle seeing
it, so he chose to ignore it by saying, “You are in a win-win
situation, Miss Bennett.” Sir pulled a photo out of his desk and
placed it in front of her. It was the one that Tono had taken of
her. “Any man who can make you feel this way is worthy.”

She stared at him, still in shock. He
continued on, choosing to be oblivious of her pain. “Mr. Wallace,
on the other hand, can provide you with a variety of experiences.
He seems to have an innate talent, one that cannot be taught. I
feel he has the capability to stretch you, and that is an important
consideration.”