Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

by Red Phoenix

  “Who else is my competition?” he asked, moving to the other side of her neck, holding her tightly when her knees threatened to give out.

  “Just Tono…” Brie breathed out.

  “Good, then your choice is between the wise old owl and the eager young wolf. Seems simple enough to me.”

  She slapped him on the ass. “I think you mean the arrogant wolf pup.”

  Faelan grabbed the back of her head with one hand and her chin with the other. He kissed her, then, like she had never been kissed before. The possessiveness behind his embrace instantly made her wet and desperate for him.

  He left Brie gasping for air when he let go. “Confidence, blossom, not arrogance.”

  She excused herself, needing some distance between them to reorient herself. She looked across the room and saw Mr. Gallant with a sleek, dark woman of Amazon stature. The possessive hold he had around her waist left no doubt the Amazon was his wife. The height difference between the two was adorable, yet even so, Mr. Gallant looked every part the Dom and she the willing and happy submissive.

  Ms. Clark headed towards Brie, so she braced herself for a confrontation. There was no need. The trainer passed by on her way to talk to Lea. After a brief conversation, Ms. Clark approached Master Harris. The interviews were beginning.

  She jumped when Marquis appeared at her side, as if out of nowhere. “Are you ready for your first meeting?”

  Brie was unable to hide the fear crowding her heart. “Marquis Gray, Tono was supposed to be my first, but he went to chase after his father.” She pointed in the direction the two had disappeared. “Do you have any idea what ‘dame’ means in Japanese?”

  His lips formed a thin line. “Not good.”

  “What do you mean by that? Did I do something wrong?”

  He looked down at her without any expression in his dark eyes. “No, Miss Bennett. That is simply what the word means.”

  Brie felt herself falling backwards. Not good?

  Marquis took her by the arm and guided her towards the room they had assigned for Brie’s interviews. “Forget it for now. Concentrate on the next Dom you want to meet with.”

  She looked back in the direction in which Tono had left. “But I don’t understand…”

  “Miss Bennett, listen to me. You cannot waste this opportunity. Who would you like me to bring to your first meeting?”

  “Faelan,” she answered distractedly.

  “Fine. I will find Mr. Wallace. Go inside and wait, but I caution you to concentrate on what you are going to ask Mr. Wallace when he gets here. Do not waste energy wondering about what happened earlier.”

  She nodded her head numbly, feeling crushed by the encounter with Tono’s father. Marquis Gray grabbed her shoulders. “Do you understand me, pearl?”

  His forceful nature brought her back, and she answered with a quiet, “Yes.” Before she walked into the room she added, “Thank you, Master Gray.”

  He gave her an uncharacteristic wink and left. Brie felt sad knowing that she would not spend time with Marquis after this. Everything was ending—everything… She sat down on the leather couch, trying not to let the weight of it consume her.

  Brie listened instead to the exuberant laughter and music just outside the door, and reminded herself that this was a celebration. A celebration of her success.

  Faelan walked in with a smile that was both provocative and charming. “Good evening, Graduate.”

  She actually blushed and sputtered, “When do you guys graduate?”

  “Our ceremony is a…more private affair.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Sorry, no details. Only Dominants are worthy of the specifics.”

  Brie opened her mouth in protest and then closed it with a wicked grin. “Maybe I need to go to Dominant school next.”

  He swept down on her and crushed Brie against the couch. “Oh, no. You are perfect just as you are.”

  She laughed, struggling to breathe. He deftly rolled her on top of him and watched her reaction as his cock ballooned between them. Faelan was definitely male in every sense of the word.

  Brie pretended not to notice and started the official interview, ignoring his lustful stare. “So, Mr. Wallace, I must first ask how old you are.”

  “Twenty-five.”

  “Ah, I see.” Brie smiled at knowing he was only three years older. “What exactly do you do for a living, besides dominating innocent subs, that is?”

  “I’m an assistant manager a department store. It may not be glamorous work, but it pays the bills and I plan to advance myself onto bigger and better things.”

  “Managerial position, huh? I suppose that’s a fitting career choice for a Dom.” She tapped his nose and asked, “How would you feel about a submissive who has a career of her own? Say a film career?”

  “It isn’t a problem unless your career includes lots of travel and months away from me. If that’s the case, I could not give my approval. The whole reason I want you is so we can spend time together, blossom.”

  His words concerned Brie. Filming was not a nine-to-five desk job. She could go anywhere in the world at any time. It was all dependent on the project. “We may have a problem then, Faelan.” Brie got off his lap and stood up. This was serious business. This was her future they were talking about.

  He wouldn’t let her go so easily and wrapped his powerful arms around her, pulling her back onto him. He growled in her ear, “I am sure we can work something out. Even if it means me coming to dominate my girl on weekends.”

  She squirmed in pleasure when he nibbled on her earlobe, but resisted further teasing. Brie pushed herself up on his chest and told him, in no uncertain terms, “This is important. If you can’t support my need to become a film director, I really don’t see this working between us.”

  He snorted in anger. “Did you not just hear me? I said we would find a way to make it work.” Then he growled in a low, deep tone, “But only if you wear a tight corset under your clothes and promise to come every day at designated times while you are away from me.”

  She liked the suggestion and rubbed his scruffy chin. “Are you sure you would be willing to support me in this? I might not make it for a while, and you’ll have to put up with a starving artist in the meantime. It kind of goes with the territory of artsy-fartsy types like me.”

  He kissed her roughly, but when he pulled away she blurted, “What if I become wildly successful?” She grimaced as she wondered aloud, “Can a Dominant handle his sub making more money than he is…?”

  “Enough, blossom. I accept you for who you are. We will work out the logistics like any couple must. I want you.” His hands ran down her sides. “I want to dominate this body in every way known to man, and then add a few of my own.” He bit her neck and she melted into him.

  “Not fair…” she whimpered, her loins contracting in pleasure as he changed positions and pushed her down on the couch.

  “If I could, I would collar you right now.” He fumbled with his pants before he ripped her panties aside. She gasped as the round head of his cock penetrated her with persuasive force. He felt so good inside her.

  Faelan thrust deeply, leaving no doubt that he was claiming his territory. “I feel you awakening, blossom,” he murmured.

  It was true—her body was giving itself over to the wildness he provoked. “I can’t. Not here, not yet,” she complained, trying to push off the couch.

  “You can and you will.”

  “But I’m not done interviewing you. Are you thinking twenty-four-hour submission or just several times a week?”

  “You with me, twenty-four seven,” he answered, nibbling her collarbone as he pumped deep into her.

  “Living where?” she gasped as he bit down harder.

  “My place, of course. I’ve set it up for us, my sweet.”

  She almost let herself go, but reined the reaction in just in time to complain, “But you live fifty minutes from my work.”

  “Stay at the tobacco shop or
find a job closer. It matters little to me…” He began sucking on her skin, causing a delightful, concentrated burn.

  “Stop, Faelan,” she protested weakly, as her body betrayed her and gave in to his desire.

  “You want me, blossom. You need me,” he snarled into her neck, licking and biting her.

  Control was almost his, but she forced out one more question. “Do you see this as temporary or long-term?”

  He stopped thrusting and looked at her. “Is there any question?” He went to bite her ear, but she stopped him.

  “Answering a question with a question is not an answer.”

  He smiled a wolfish grin. “I want to devour you for a lifetime.”

  “But if it doesn’t work between us?” she cautioned.

  “I will howl to the moon in frustration.” He belted a long howl before pulling out and descending between her legs. Brie giggled, cried out and then screamed for mercy as he devoured his prize.

  She looked up at the ceiling as her body fought against wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, she had no more fight left and relaxed. Brie let out a low-pitched growl as her pent-up frustration released in a lightning bolt of orgasmic force.

  “Good, blossom. I like to see your animal,” Faelan complimented as he patted her mound and then lay on top of her, crushing her with his weight. “You cannot resist the power of your potential mate, the commander of your soul.”

  Breathless from the weight of his body on her chest, she gasped out, “I have not… decided…anything…Faelan.”

  “But you will. Tonight is the night. I feel it in my bones.” He lifted himself off her and sat down on the couch, gathering her onto his lap. “It is easy to see your desire to be collared tonight. The question is, which man will be found deserving of such a prize?” He tweaked her nose. “In case you were wondering, I am that man.”

  The bell sounded, the one that let the girls know that there were only ten minutes left of the first session. Brie looked at Faelan and smiled. “How may I please you, Lord?”

  “Lord Faelan…” He said the name again, letting it roll on his tongue. “I could get used to that, woman.”

  Brie knelt before him. “Your pleasure, Lord Faelan?”

  He stood up, his cock a sword before her. “I would like to fuck your red lips, blossom.”

  “My red lips shall love you well, my Lord.” She grasped his shaft and opened her mouth wide to wrap him in her warmth.

  He groaned appreciatively and placed his hand on her head, helping to guide her. It was her turn to moan as she gave in to the joy of being his. She pushed the head of his shaft to the back of her throat and relaxed her muscles. She took one more quick breath before sliding it farther in.

  “Oh, my blossom…” he grunted huskily.

  She moaned around his cock as she pushed her lips to the base of his manhood. With a gentle rocking motion, she caressed his shaft with her tight throat muscles and then drew him out to lick and suck the head again.

  “Oh, fuck, woman.”

  She looked up at him and purred. She took him fully again, this time rocking with more motion, causing her throat to tighten. She actually thought she heard the man squeak.

  He must have heard himself, because he suddenly grabbed her hair and started pumping his cock into her, grunting in a deep, masculine way. She would have found it amusing, but then he spoke. “Those red lips on my cock. The tightness of your throat, the depth. Such perfection…”

  She felt soulful satisfaction when his body stiffened and his essence shot deep into her throat. The heaven I can share with him.

  He stroked her soft curls and murmured, “My beautiful, talented blossom.”

  She glanced up at Faelan and was touched by the tender look in his eye. This was the man who had rescued her from the pavement and then spent his nights becoming the best Dominant possible in order to be compatible with her. Sir had believed in him enough to take extra time to train the boy—as if Faelan was his gift to her.

  She broke the suction on Faelan’s cock and kissed the tip before standing up. She could see herself becoming his. He was young, energetic, inquisitive, sexy, with that hint of danger she found addictive.

  As Brie straightened herself for the next meeting, she prayed desperately that Tono would be waiting for her. She needed to talk to him, to see where they stood, before she could make a decision.

  The final bell sounded. Brie took Faelan’s hand and walked him out of the room. She noticed Mary come out the same time with the tall Spaniard. The Spaniard Dom kissed her hand gallantly and left.

  Faelan nibbled Brie’s ear as his final goodbye and whispered, “I’ll be waiting, blossom.”

  Brie watched him leave and then scanned the crowd for Tono. She let out a nervous sigh when she didn’t see him and shifted her gaze to Mary.

  Master Coen came up to Mary and she whispered a name. He nodded and went to fetch the next Dom. Mary looked in Brie’s direction and gave her a funny smile, shrugging her shoulders.

  “How’s it going?” Brie asked.

  Mary didn’t answer. She just disappeared into the room to wait for her Dom.

  It Gets Complicated

  Brie didn’t know who else to interview. She glanced over the gathering, looking for a face that stood out from the crowd of foreign Dominants. Her jaw dropped when she saw Faelan walking with Master Coen to Mary’s room. What the hell, Mary?

  Faelan looked at her apologetically as he passed by. She understood. He was not allowed to turn down Mary’s request. It was part of the rules for the evening. The submissives were allowed to ask whomever they wanted without fear of rejection. Fuck the damn rules! Brie wanted to grab Blue Eyes by the hand and pull him away from the temptress-turned-backstabber.

  Instead, she stood mutely by as Faelan entered Mary’s room and shut the door behind him. Could the evening get any worse?

  Marquis Gray was by her side, asking for her next Dom. She muttered sadly, “I have no one else.”

  “Surely there is someone who has caught your eye, Miss Bennett. Do not waste even one meeting tonight.”

  Brie glanced over at Sir. He looked good in the expensive Italian tux he wore for the occasion. His face was relaxed and his smile radiant as he laughed at some joke a group of admiring submissives had made. Brie thought it cute the way his hands danced in the air as he talked.

  She looked away and answered, “No. There is no one else…” She glanced at the door Mary and Faelan were behind and forced herself not to scream.

  “You must pick someone,” Marquis Gray insisted.

  “Fine.” She looked up at him. “Then I choose you.”

  He seemed shocked. “You can’t choose me. Trainers are not allowed.”

  Brie pouted. “But I’m not asking you to collar me, Marquis Gray.”

  “What would be the point?” he protested.

  “I need you,” she said quietly, turning away to hide her misery.

  He was silent for a moment and then excused himself. She secretly observed him as he walked over to his submissive and the two had a short discussion. The woman followed him back to Brie. “Celestia has agreed to join us, if you have no objections.”

  Brie glanced at the older woman and smiled. “I have no objections, Marquis Gray.”

  “Fine.” Marquis guided both of them into the room. He left the door open, which Brie found odd but did not question.

  He gestured her to the couch while his submissive settled down at his feet. Brie couldn’t help feeling jealous of her.

  “What would you like to discuss?”

  Brie’s eyes opened wide when she heard Mary’s passionate scream ring out from the other room, and she shut her mouth, refusing to speak.

  “I know what you need, pearl.” Marquis Gray whispered something to his partner, and she gracefully stood up and left the room. “Take off your corset and shoes. Leave everything else on.”

  With shaking hands she removed the few items he required, trying not to think what was goi
ng on with Mary.

  Marquis Gray commanded her full attention. “On your knees, facing away from the door. I want you to look at me.”

  She knelt down on the mat in the middle of the room and watched as he took off his jacket and shirt, then tossed them on the couch. She stared up at him, but flinched when she heard Mary cry out again.

  “Ask me a question,” Marquis Gray insisted.

  Brie forced her brain to think, sifting through the fog of her jealousy. Her first question to Faelan popped into her head and she asked, “How old are you?”

  Marquis smirked. “Thirty-nine. How much older does that make me?”

  She had to concentrate hard to do the simple math. “That makes you seventeen years older.”

  “Very good, pearl. Nice to know your public education has amounted to something.” It took a few seconds for her to register he’d made a joke.

  Celestia returned with a flogger and lace. Brie took in a deep breath, grateful he had read her undisclosed desire.

  Marquis Gray took the items and knelt beside Brie. He tied the black lace over her eyes, murmuring softly, “Remember our first night, pearl? You were kneeling on that stage, a bundle of nerves but determined to show the world what a superior sub you were.” He chuckled warmly. “You have succeeded in impressing all of the panel, young lady, even those set against you.”

  He stood up and she heard something drag across the floor. “Lean your torso against the ottoman.”

  She did as he asked, anxious for the thud of the flogger against her skin to drown out the occasional noises coming from the other room. He swept her hair to the front and lightly tapped her back with the flat of his hand.

  Brie heard Marquis command his sub, “Hold her hands.”

  She felt Celestia lean against the opposite side of the ottoman and take Brie’s cold hands in her warm ones. The connection was instantly comforting.

  Marquis spoke to Brie in a soothing voice. “You will listen to the music as you embrace the caress of the flogger. Let it remind you of your power. Be confident and know that circumstances cannot diminish your strength. Nothing can.”