As she was readying herself for bed, she was surprised to see the velvet box on the dresser. Curious, she opened it and gasped, clutching the sandy pearls to her chest. Sir had gone back for them…
She slipped under the covers wearing only the pearls. Unfortunately, the large bed only reminded her that he was gone. She curled up on his side of the bed and breathed in Sir’s smell on his pillow. It was comforting and helped her to fall asleep. Brie knew it would be a long week ahead without him, but she had been an independent person before. There was no reason she couldn’t survive—no, thrive—on her own.
She was sure the time apart would only help to make their reunion that much more passionate, if that were even possible.
He held out his hand and helped her out of the Mustang, then slammed the car door in his haste. She could feel the animal lust radiating from her Master. He wanted her, he needed her…
Brie trembled as she waited for him to unlock the door. She had a feeling he would be rough with her tonight. His eyes shone with dangerous desire.
When he put his hand on the small of her back, she swallowed nervously, letting him lead her inside. This was it. There was no turning back from the ravenous meal he was about to make of her.
He shut the door and dropped his keys on the hallway table, then commanded as he guided her down the hallway, “Everything off except for the panties. I plan to rip those from your body myself.”
He stopped, so she immediately followed his orders and stripped before him, trying to keep the grace of a trained submissive even though she was surprisingly nervous. His sheer maleness overwhelmed her, making it difficult to concentrate.
“Beautiful,” he complimented as he pushed her down to her knees so that her mouth was inches from his cock. She knew what he wanted without being asked and unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants. She eased his throbbing member out of his briefs and opened her mouth to take him.
He grabbed a handful of hair and guided her lips to his cock. “That’s it. Suck hard,” he snarled lustfully. Brie took the head of his shaft into her mouth and sucked with uninhibited passion, concentrating on the sensitive ridge while her hands worked the base. He groaned in satisfaction, throwing his head back. “Oh, God, those lips…”
She moaned as he forced his cock deeper down into her throat. She wanted to be used in this way, an object for his pleasure. He fucked her mouth without regard for her. Brie relaxed and let him have his way. She was turned on by this selfish need he could not control. She understood it, they both needed the connection and she was thrilled to have the ability to please him.
He finally pulled out, forcing her head back to look at her. “I need to eat you.” He helped her to her feet and then pushed her against the wall, ripping her lace thong off her body. With strong arms he grabbed her waist and lifted her up, then putting his hands under her buttocks, he lifted her higher. She squeaked when he commanded that she position her legs over his shoulders. She balanced herself precariously, afraid of being so high—until his tongue found her pussy and she went still. Brie pressed her back against the wall and she found support holding onto his head, all fear gone as he consumed her.
Even his mouth was rough—biting, probing, sucking—but she loved the carnal feel of it. “Yes!” she cried. “Devour me, Master!”
His growl tickled her clit. He returned to his passionate cunnilingus, licking the entire length of her before rimming her ass. She instinctively bucked, taken by surprise by his aggressive tongue.
Brie screamed as she began to tumble forward. With superhuman strength, he caught her and eased her to the floor. “You bad girl… Now your Master must teach you a lesson.” He pointed to the center of the living room. “Crawl over there to receive your punishment.”
She got on all fours and crawled across the hard marble floor like a cat in heat. She was frightened of her punishment, but desirous of it nonetheless. Once she’d made it to the middle of the room, he commanded gruffly, “Spread your legs wide, and put your left cheek to the floor so you can watch me.”
She laid her head against the cool stone, making soft mewing sounds as he approached. He spanked her hard on her right ass-cheek, the sound of it echoing in the room. He slapped her again on the left, and she whimpered. She was sure he had left a handprint that time. He rubbed his hands over both cheeks, bringing a warm caress to complement the tingling sensation he’d created.
He slapped her twice more with the same stinging force, and then he bent down and bit her fiery skin. Brie moaned in ecstasy, the erotic feel of it making her pussy ache.
“Shall we try this again?”
He spread her ass cheeks wide and licked her pussy, starting with her wet opening and traveling all the way up to her anus. Although she gasped when she felt his tongue touch the forbidden area, she did not move. With a hunger she hadn’t experienced before, he licked her length the same way several times, like a tiger. The wickedness of it had her mewing in pleasure. He bit her fleshy ass before giving her one more satisfying slap.
He pressed his cock against her pussy without entering as he straddled her thighs, whispering into her ear, “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“You want me to fuck you deep enough to hurt?” he growled hoarsely.
She closed her eyes and voiced her deepest desire. “I want my body to resonate with your thrusts, Master.”
He turned her head towards him and kissed her hard, then he held her chin and looked deep into her eyes. It made her shudder, for his gaze reminded her of a ravenous creature’s—one that meant her harm.
Part of her yearned for escape. Despite her fear, or because of it, she willingly opened herself to him. “Take me, Master.”
He mounted her then, ramming in his cock while holding her waist painfully tight. “I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked.”
The onslaught began. Brie screamed as he took her violently, just the way she’d asked. Every thrust hit so deep that it sent a wave of painful electricity through her, but it was addictive and she cried out for more.
He was ferocious in his taking of her, fisting her hair and pulling her head back as his powerful hands left bruising caresses. He continually changed angles, seeking to dominate her pussy in ways it had never been conquered.
With each strong thrust, Master was laying his claim. She could feel it approaching, an orgasm like she had never experienced before, born of possession and pain. “Yes, Master, yes!” she cried through grateful tears.
His roar filled the room. “Come for your Master, blossom!”
Brie instantly woke, drenched in sweat, her heart racing as her pussy convulsed in the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. She reached around desperately in the dark. “Master…? Sir…?”
She found there was no one else in the bed. She lay back down, reality finally sinking in. This was the third night since Sir had left that she had dreamed of Faelan. The intensity of it lingered on her skin like an unwanted caress.
It had seemed so real that she could not free herself from feeling it was an act of betrayal against Sir. Brie hugged herself, tears falling freely down her cheeks. She lay in the bed, trying to rock herself back to sleep, whispering, “No more…”
Trust
Another morning dragged into existence. Even though Brie understood it had only been a dream, the guilt of it weighed heavily on her heart and would not leave her. It cast a dark shadow over her spirit, so much so that she put off going to the Center in hopes of the dreams passing, but she knew she could not waste any more time.
Still feeling out of sorts, Brie headed to the Training Center. She hoped that she might catch Lea while she was there, needing to spend time with her best friend.
When she arrived, Brie went to the front desk and asked for the new headmaster.
The girl smiled pleasantly and asked, “Would you like me to call up Headmaster Coen?”
Brie was surprised the panel had chosen Master Coen rather than
Master Anderson to take Sir’s place. Although Coen had years of experience working at the Center, from what Brie had observed during her training, Master Anderson had more extensive knowledge and was more affable, as well.
“That would be good, thank you,” she answered. Brie stood at the desk waiting for him, her nerves increasing with each passing minute. She had hoped to meet with Master Anderson, who she knew would support the film project. Master Coen? He was an unknown.
The beefy trainer—now headmaster—stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her with his typical stoic face. “Good day, Miss Bennett. What brings you to the Center?”
“My film project, Headmaster Coen. Would it be possible to talk to you about it in private?”
“Certainly. Follow me.”
Brie watched his large muscles bulge under his dress shirt. She’d experienced the power of those arms when he’d spanked her…and used a hairbrush. As they took the elevator down to the Training Center itself, she forced herself to break the silence.
“I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me, Headmaster.”
“Although I am wading through a mass of paperwork, I have a few minutes I can spare.”
She didn’t know how to respond so she kept silent, grateful when the elevator doors opened.
As they walked down the hallway to Sir’s old office, she was confronted with feelings of déjà vu. Brie closed her eyes for a moment and could almost hear the sounds of Lea and Mary laughing with her in the hallways. It was so strange to think that part of her life was over.
Headmaster Coen opened the door and gestured her inside. Even though the books and pictures on the shelves had changed, it still looked like Sir’s office—including the hook attached to the ceiling. She hid her smile.
“What is it you need, Miss Bennett? I have no time for niceties.”
“Yes, Headmaster Coen. I have been asked by Mr. Holloway to shoot footage of the school grounds and the equipment used during training.”
“I do not have a problem as long as you do not shoot footage of any of our students.”
She bowed her head. “Thank you, Headmaster Coen. He also asked that I get interviews with the trainers themselves, and possibly footage of some actual scenes.”
When she saw him frown, her heart skipped a beat. So much was riding on his answer. “You may speak to the trainers. If any are willing, you are free to interview them. However, I do not want our training filmed.”
She swallowed hard, unsure if simple interviews would be enough for Mr. Holloway.
Headmaster Coen sat back in his chair and sighed. “If—and it is a big if—you can find a trainer and a willing sub on our staff who will consent to being filmed, I give you permission to film one session.”
Brie couldn’t believe it. Master Coen was giving her exactly what she needed. She stood up and bowed. “Thank you, Headmaster! You don’t know how much this will help.”
“There is one stipulation, however.”
Brie sat back down, afraid that he was about to rip it all away.
“I must approve of any footage you shoot on our school grounds. I will not interfere with footage you’ve filmed off the campus, but I insist on having the last word on anything shot here.”
“Of course, Headmaster Coen.”
“You are free to explore the school and film, provided you do not disturb anyone here.”
“I won’t, Headmaster Coen.” Brie bowed low one last time before leaving. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then leapt into the air. She had cleared her first obstacle!
Brie spent the day getting shots of the various rooms that had been used for her practicums, including the first one with the spongy floor and mirrored walls. She remembered vividly that first night when she’d tied the blindfold over her own eyes and presented herself to a complete stranger. That room had been the setting for significant firsts, including her first scene with Faelan when he had been training as a Dom. Visions of her recent dream flashed before her eyes, so she quickly left the room without mentioning the latter experience on film.
Brie moved on to Mr. Gallant’s classroom next. Her mind had been opened to the world of submission by the tiny but infinitely wise man. His presence seemed to linger in the classroom even when it was empty.
Brie walked to the bondage room next, the one with the table that she’d first noticed on the website. This room held her most cherished memory—it was where she and Master had begun their physical relationship. She had planned to take a panorama of the room, but decided against it. It was something too personal to share with the rest of the world.
Brie headed down to the auditorium. It was the most significant room in the whole Training Center. This was where she’d been challenged the most. From watching her fellow classmates perform to navigating her own demanding practicums, this was where she’d discovered her power and limits as a submissive. She sat down in one of the chairs and let the memories flood over her.
She was so lost in her private thoughts that she did not hear him behind her until Marquis Gray spoke. “Good afternoon, Miss Bennett.”
Brie turned around to see the formidable trainer. His ghostly white skin contrasted against the dark tones of the auditorium. She immediately stood up and bowed out of habit.
“You no longer need to bow, Miss Bennett. I am not your Master.”
Brie blushed and looked to the floor, afraid to gaze into his dark, penetrating eyes. “Old habits die hard,” she answered.
“Headmaster Coen said you had something to ask me.”
Brie felt nervous butterflies start. Being around Marquis was intimidating enough, but when she was trying to conceal something from him, his presence was almost painful. She looked at the camera in her hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs as he sat down beside her.
“I was wonderin—”
“Miss Bennett, look at me.”
With apprehension she stared into his dark gaze, holding her breath. She had never been able to hide anything from the experienced trainer.
“You are not doing well,” he stated.
She shook her head slightly, afraid she would start to cry if she spoke.
“Gather yourself and explain.”
It took a few moments before she could begin. “I have been tormented by dreams, Marquis Gray.”
“What kind of dreams, Miss Bennett?”
“Dreams of Faelan.”
His expression darkened. “Have you spoken of it to Sir Davis?”
She felt a pit start to grow in her stomach. “No, Marquis Gray.”
He shook his head in disappointment. “Describe these dreams to me.”
“It has been the same dream the last three nights. It starts right after the collaring ceremony. He takes me to his house as my new Master, and…” She closed her eyes, forcing herself to finish. “We consummate the relationship.”
“So in the dream you have chosen Faelan over Sir Davis?”
“Yes,” she said meekly.
“How do you feel when you wake up?”
“I feel horrible. It seems so real that I…” she turned away in shame, “…physically respond to them. I feel like I’ve cheated on Sir.”
He was brutally to the point with his question. “Is guilt the reason for your pain, or do you feel regret?”
She protested violently, “No, never regret!” She looked at him in desperation. “Marquis, these dreams are unwanted and yet I am haunted by them when I wake.”
He penetrated her with his gaze. She met it bravely, needing him to understand her torment. Finally he spoke. “The dreams are not your responsibility, Miss Bennett. However, your thoughts when you’re awake are. Be honest with me—have these dreams changed your feelings towards Mr. Wallace?”
“No! My heart belongs to my Master. Marquis, I cannot live with these feelings of guilt. It’s killing me inside. Please help me,” she begged.
“I would suggest two things, Miss Bennett. Meditation will help you clear
your mind when you awaken, so that this does not affect your waking hours.”
She nodded in understanding. “Yes, Marquis. I will do that.”
“You must also tell Sir Davis. Be prepared for his displeasure. You should have gone to him first. If you were my sub, I would punish you for such a breach of trust.”
Brie felt the pit in her stomach turn into a wave of nausea. What would Sir think of her now?
Marquis replied, “Face the consequences with humility, Miss Bennett, and learn from them. Now, what was it that you needed to ask me?”
Brie ignored the swirling emotions threatening to overtake her and answered the trainer’s question about her project. “Marquis Gray, would you be willing to let me interview you about your work here at the Center?”
“Yes, I agree to do a short interview. Mr. Holloway spoke to me of it the other day.” His smile was genuine. “I would like to assist you in this.”
She was moved by his offer to help. “Thank you, Marquis Gray. Thank you for everything you have done. I know I would not have this opportunity if it weren’t for you.”
“You are incorrect, Miss Bennett. Your dedication and hard work brought this opportunity, not me.”
She would have disagreed, but she knew better than to argue with Marquis Gray. “Then I will simply thank you for your willingness to interview with me.”
He nodded curtly. “We will do the interview seven days from now. You may want to check with Mr. Gallant. I believe he’s come in early tonight as well.”
Brie perked up upon hearing Mr. Gallant’s name. She hadn’t seen her teacher since graduation. “I will do just that, Marquis Gray.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Do not fail to tell Sir Davis about what we discussed.”
She blushed with shame and murmured, “I won’t. Thank you for your advice.”
“You are alumni now, Miss Bennett, but you will forever remain one of my students.”
Brie quickly gathered her things, anxious to see Mr. Gallant again and escape from the disgrace lingering in the room. Seeing her teacher would lighten her heavy heart.