Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (64 page)

A chime sounded, marking the beginning of
the formal ceremony.

Breathe, Brie, breathe…

He knelt beside her, stating, “You belong to
me from this day onward. I will do all within my power to protect
and keep you as you join me on this journey.”

Her lips trembled as she felt the hands of
her Master fasten the collar around her neck and click the lock
into place.

Sir stood back up. “You will wear this
symbol of my ownership as a sign of our commitment to one
another.”

Brie’s voice shook as she made her vow to
him. “I accept this symbol of your ownership and will wear it
proudly for all to see, Sir.”

“And I shall wear this key as a symbol of
our commitment,” he said, placing it around his neck. His next
announcement filled the room. “You now belong to me.”

Brie felt the heat rise in the core of her
being at his declaration. “I now belong to you, Master,” she agreed
breathlessly.

“I accept your request to serve me and will
honor your needs and desires. Trust that I will always put your
best interests foremost in my dominance over you. Your happiness,
health and well-being are in my care, and I will consciously tend
to them because you are a part of me.”

A part of you…
“Sir, I will honor and
love you as I serve you to the best of my ability. My submission to
you is freely given. I am now a part of you and will respect your
dominance over me as our lives become one.” She leaned forward and
kissed both of his feet as a gesture of her submission.

“Stand before your Master.”

Brie stood up, quivering with joy. Sir
lifted her chin and kissed her in front of the crowd, to seal their
commitment. The entire room broke out in applause as the chime rang
out three times to end the ceremony.

As the last ring dissipated, Sir lifted her
off the ground in a flurry of motion, cradling her against his
chest. He walked towards his office, announcing to the other
trainers as he passed, “I will be clearing out my things.”

Brie was unaware of anything but his
masculine scent as she buried her face in his chest. That, and the
sound of his confident stride echoing through the hallway. He did
not speak as he opened the office door, carried her in, then locked
it behind him.

Sir swept the items off his desk with one
hand as he held her with the other. Then he gently set her down
upon it. “Do you realize what you’ve just done?”

She looked up at him lovingly. “I could not
deny my heart, Sir.” Then she added, “But I did not mean for you to
resign from the Center.”

“There was no other option. Surely you
understood that.”

She closed her eyes in guilty admission. “I
did not think that far ahead.”

He chuckled softly. “No, you wouldn’t. You
run on instinct—you always have.”

She braved his steady gaze, afraid to voice
her next question but determined to ask. “Do your regret your
decision?”

“Regret?” He rubbed his chin, seemingly
giving thought to the question before answering. “Regret is not
something I do. However, I am surprised to find myself in this
predicament.” He looked at her accusingly. “For a submissive,
you’ve never quite grasped the idea of following orders.”

She blushed, unable to defend herself.

“Mercifully, your disobedience was exactly
what I required.”

Sir glanced around the room at the numerous
bookshelves of leather-bound books, mementos, and pictures. Then he
gazed down at her with a possessive smirk that melted her heart.
“Mine.”

“All yours, Sir.”

She cried out in need when he grasped the
back of her neck and pressed his lips against hers.
My Master’s
lips…

The contact sent her on a sub high all its
own. His love, mixed with his dominance, was something she hadn’t
experienced with Sir before.

He broke away from her and said huskily,
“You cannot know the number of times I sat in this office,
imagining what I would do if I had you all to myself.” He looked
around. “Since this will no longer be mine once I leave, I think we
should indulge my fantasies.”

“Your will is my pleasure,” she answered
breathlessly.

He pulled on the key attached to her golden
cuffs, breaking the string that held it. Then he undid the lock and
unhooked the cuffs from her belt. “Time to break these in.”

Brie held out her arms to her Master and
watched him tighten the cuffs around her wrists. Although they were
made of metal, they had been crafted with rounded corners so they
did not cut into her skin. The clicking sound as they locked into
place made her wet. He must have sensed it because he slipped his
hand between her legs, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned
in appreciation, loving the feel of Sir’s touch.

He looked towards the ceiling and then
lifted her off the desk. Holding her arms above her head, he
secured the cuffs to a small hook attached to the ceiling—one she
had never noticed before. It left her almost tiptoeing in a lean,
beautiful pose. His hands traveled down the curves of her body as
he whistled appreciatively.

“I’ve always found your body irresistible,
Brie. From that very first meeting in the tobacco shop I knew I
wanted to possess it… You.”

She whimpered when his mouth claimed her
again. He was so totally male, completely enveloping her spirit.
Sir pulled back and retrieved an item from his desk. It turned out
to be a box cutter. She watched in fearful fascination as he
meticulously cut each tie of her expensive corset and let it fall
to the ground.

“Better,” he complimented as he cupped her
breasts in his strong hands. He then removed the intricate arm
bracelet and tossed it in the trash. Her long, brown curls tumbled
down as the wolf comb found its home in the trash bin next to the
dragon.

His hands traveled farther down, removing
her tight-fitting skirt and thong. “You’ve always looked good in
just hose and heels, babygirl.” She felt his warm breath on her
neck and her nipples became hard as she anticipated his teeth on
her skin.

“You smell of other men. I must remedy
that.” Sir exited the room and quickly returned with a washcloth
and a bowl of warm, soapy water. He washed every inch of her
exposed skin with citrus bubbles, including the area between her
legs. He left her again, then returned with fresh water. Once he’d
made Brie pure for him, Sir began nibbling on her neck.

Brie’s knees would have buckled if she
hadn’t been held up by her restraints. His teeth grazed her skin
down the center of her chest. He stopped to gently nip her breasts
before heading down her stomach, making his way to her bare pussy.
Sir grabbed her ass in both hands and dragged his tongue over her
swollen lips. “Fuck, you taste good.” He separated her outer lips
and took another long lick. She groaned as she twisted on the
hook.

Sir smiled and stood up, then moved over to
his desk to sit down. “I imagined you just like this, bound to be
used at my disposal. To taste at my leisure.” He picked up a box of
books from the floor and dumped them out. Then he began the task of
clearing out his office, starting with his desk.

It was distressing to see Sir emptying the
office of his belongings, but whenever he looked at her she
experienced an electric jolt, feeling only gratitude that he had
given up his position for her. After several minutes, he put down
the box and approached her again with a strip of cloth in his
hand.

He tied it over her eyes, murmuring, “Ah,
the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?”

She inhaled as his fingertips lightly traced
the contours of her arm. She giggled and flinched when he reached
her armpit. When his hand fell away, she instantly regretted her
reaction and hoped he would return.

His fingertips resumed their teasing,
trailing down the other arm. She moaned, enjoying the tickling fire
of his touch as the sensations traveled to her groin. “I love you,
Sir,” she whispered.

She felt his hot breath next to her ear.
“What did you say?”

“I love you.”

His mouth landed on hers as he crushed her
in a tight embrace, but then he moved away and she heard him
throwing more items into his box. The exchange left her
disconcerted. He hadn’t returned her words of affection. Goose
bumps rose on her skin at the thought he might not love her, and a
soft whimper escaped her lips.

She felt him return to her side. His fingers
traced her jawline and lightly grazed her trembling lower lip. “The
day I took your anal virginity, I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so
powerful in my life. I fell in love with you then, and have only
suffered for it ever since.”

She whispered, “Suffer no more.” The only
thing she wanted at that moment was to feel his love inside
her.

“Are you suggesting I take you, Brie?” He
moved away and went back to packing. She heard him haphazardly
throwing items into the box. It seemed so unlike his neat and
orderly persona. She realized she was the reason—it was an
intoxicating power to have over Sir.

He spoke as she listened to him rummage
through his bookcase. “I always told myself that the second I
stopped caring about the Training Center, I would resign. When I
saw you walking away from me, I knew that moment had come. The
bravery it took to defy protocol and risk everything was inspiring,
babygirl.”

His words touched the core of her, the same
way his touch invaded her skin.

“I have avoided you for so long, it seems
like a sin to partake of you now.” He paused and added in a sultry
voice, “Fortunately, your Master enjoys sinful pleasures.”

He unhooked Brie from the cuffs, removed the
blindfold, and laid her on the carpeted floor. He joined her after
relieving himself of his clothes. She worshipped his masculine
chest and princely cock framed in dark hair.

Sir’s hand trailed over her skin as he
spoke. “All this time wanting to slip into your womanhood, but
having to watch others enjoy it.”

She looked at him questioningly. “Why
couldn’t you have taken me, Master?”

He traced her lips with his index finger. “I
knew if I ever allowed myself the luxury, I would be utterly
lost.”

“You were, regardless.”

His eyes narrowed. “At least I had the
illusion of control.” Sir kissed her then, without restraint. All
the love, passion, and lust communicated itself through his lips.
Brie met the kiss, equally desperate to express the pent-up
feelings she’d been forced to hold back for so long.

They bruised each other in their violent
embrace, releasing a torrent of emotion. “Babygirl…” His hands
grabbed, clawed, and pressed her against him. He was a man ravenous
for what was now his, and she gave herself over to his need,
reveling in her Master’s fierce desire.

Her Master’s body nearly crushed her as he
lay on top of her small frame, his tongue plundering her willing
mouth. She fully expected his taking of her to be equally wild, but
he stopped himself.

“No.”

She was sure he’d said it to himself. Sir’s
lustful gaze softened and she saw the hint of love behind it. The
love she had longed to see, fully reflected in his eyes.

He looked down at her as if she was his
princess, his treasure. “So breathtaking.” He spread her legs apart
and settled in between them. “This will not be fast, babygirl. I
will take you excruciatingly, tortuously slow. I’ve waited too long
to rush.”

He pressed the head of his cock against her
opening. She tried to grab his buttocks, but he commanded, “Lie
perfectly still. I want you to fully experience and remember the
first time you were taken by your Master.”

Brie lay back, her heart racing at the
thought. He kissed her breasts as his cock slowly pushed against
her and then breached the entrance. She gasped in pleasure.

Master was inside her…

His lips moved up to her neck as his shaft
made its way farther in. Tears pooled in her eyes as his princely
cock filled her mind, body, and soul. There was nothing more she
wanted, nothing more she needed.

His mouth found hers again as he made his
final push into her depths. They both cried out at the
connection.

“May I, Master?” she whispered.

When he nodded, she wrapped her arms and
legs around him. Sir grabbed her face and kissed her fiercely as he
began stroking her with his shaft. Brie moaned in ecstasy. Nothing
she’d experienced compared to this—
nothing
.

His thrusting came faster and faster as he
gave in to his lust. She met him stroke for stroke, forcing him
into her as deeply as her body would allow. “My Sir…”

He put his hand under the small of her back,
tilting her hips more severely so that he could reach deeper inside
her. She screamed out in pleasure as his cock claimed all of her.
He fucked her, then—hard, deep, and without pity. She took it
joyously, never wanting it to end, but then he commanded, “Come for
your Master.”

“Yes…oh, yes!”

The instant his cock began its deep
shuddering, Brie’s body responded by squeezing hard, caressing his
manhood with her own intense orgasm. Reality blurred as she lost
herself in him. Sir bit her neck as he shot his seed deep inside
her, his love bursting throughout her entire body.

I have never known such bliss…

When he pulled away, she saw the look of
vulnerability she’d seen several times before. This time, however,
he did not hide it. He looked her in the eye. “You are mine, Brie
Bennett. I will never let you go.”

After his pronouncement, he got up off the
floor and went to his desk. He pulled something out of the drawer
and came back to her with an impish grin. He took the top off the
permanent marker and, with fluid strokes, wrote a word on her
chest. He sat back with a self-satisfied smirk. Brie looked down
and saw that he had written the word
Mine
in big, flowing
letters.