What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 2)

by Vi Keeland

  They were finishing their meal when Taylor walked in. Her eyeliner was smeared on her cheeks as if she’d been crying, but she seemed peaceful. She sat down next to them and started to eat.

  “Are you okay?” Brie asked.

  She looked up from her food and nodded. Then she went back to eating in silence.

  “Are you planning on staying in the program?” Teri asked.

  Again, she looked up and nodded, but didn’t speak.

  Brie decided to ask her a question that could not be answered with a simple yes or no. “So, my name is Brie and this is Teri. What’s your name?”

  Taylor smiled and started playing with her food instead of answering them. Brie looked over at Teri and shrugged.

  Taylor pushed her plate over, and Brie saw that she had spelled out the name ‘Lea’ in green beans.

  “Your name is Lea?” Brie asked.

  She nodded and took the plate back, stabbing the green beans and eating them with gusto.

  “I guess she isn’t allowed to talk as part of her punishment,” Teri commented.

  “Yep, that’s a safe bet,” Brie agreed. She patted Lea on the back. “I’m glad you’re staying with us. I enjoy your jokes.”

  Lea’s eyes sparkled. Brie could tell they were going to be good friends.

  Soon after, Blonde Nemesis joined them. She, too, was quiet. Brie examined her, trying to discern whether she had coupled with Sir or not, but Blondie’s face was unreadable. The girl picked up her plate and moved to another table to eat. Her lack of gloating spoke volumes.

  Master Coen eventually came to the commons to direct them to the second practicum. If Sir was planning to dominate her tonight, this would be when he’d do it. The end of the second night was fast approaching.

  The girls walked into the auditorium and sat at the front, just as they had the night before. Sir did not waste any time. “As with last night’s practicum, we want you to observe and learn from your classmates. There is no point in repeating a lesson when you are perfectly capable of learning from each other.”

  Marquis Gray stood up and called out, “Miss Wilson, you will be our first tonight.”

  She nodded in his direction, looking a bit sheepish. Then she gracefully walked up the stairs to the stage and turned towards the little group. Her eyes rested on Brie. There was an unmistakable look of hatred in them. Good. Sir had not shown her any ‘special treatment’. Brie smiled back at her sweetly.

  Marquis Gray stated, “Miss Wilson, last night you faced an activity you claimed to dislike with a Dom that you did not find attractive. Tonight, the same partner will join you on the stage to help you experience something unknown. We want to see how you adapt to new situations and to what level you trust your Dom.”

  Brie was confused. It did not seem that Sir was going to take her after all. It robbed her of the joy she’d been carrying all day. She struggled not to pout as she watched Blondie get her wrists bound to her ankles and then be gagged by her Dom, a man who resembled a scrawny computer nerd. It looked extremely uncomfortable, but the girl never once lost her look of serenity. Blondie responded to her Dom’s caresses, groaning in pleasure when he took off her thong and started playing with her pussy. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  He began by teasing her with his fingers, tongue…and teeth. She gave a muffled cry when he thrust his fingers deep into her pussy. It was obvious from her abundant juices that she was enjoying his attention. He finally released the gag and commanded that she suck him dry. She eagerly latched on to his thin cock and sucked with fervor.

  He had complete control over her because her wrists were bound to her ankles. He thrust his shaft repeatedly into her mouth, ordering her to take it deep. She moaned in pleasure, apparently enjoying his rough treatment.

  Brie assumed he would come in her mouth, but he abruptly stopped and left the stage for a couple of seconds. He returned with a large purple dildo and told her to spread her legs farther. He slowly inserted it into her vagina, and then the air filled with the distinct sound of humming. Blondie whimpered in pleasure, obviously enjoying the vibrations of the toy.

  He thrust his cock back into her mouth and started pumping away. “I want you to come when I do.” Blondie looked up at her Dom in lustful adoration. It didn’t take long before he tensed and shouted, “Come for your Master!”

  Blondie clamped down on the dildo between her legs and started groaning as he came in her mouth. The excess of his ejaculation dripped down her chin. Brie felt a gush of wetness between her own legs. Why she was getting horny watching Blondie orgasm was beyond her, but what made it even worse was that she didn’t have panties on. Tono had taken off with them. She shifted uncomfortably, realizing she had just made the seat slippery with her juices.

  Blondie thanked her Dom after she was unbound, and walked unsteadily back to her seat, weak from the sexual encounter. Sir stood up and spoke. “That was enjoyable to watch, Miss Wilson. I take it you were pleased by the scene your Dom set up?” Blondie nodded. “Well done.”

  Sir then looked at Brie. “What is your problem, Miss Bennett?”

  She wanted to curl up and die, but she answered him clearly. “I have made the seat moist, Sir. I have no underwear.”

  Brie saw a smile tug at his lips. “Is that because you enjoyed the scene?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very good.”

  From out of nowhere, an assistant came up and handed her a small towel. She tried not to think about everyone watching her as she cleaned off the vinyl seat. She sat on the towel, to prevent any more issues. Brie stared straight ahead and ignored Blondie’s barely audible laughter.

  “Ms. Taylor, please join your partner on the stage,” Marquis Gray announced. Lea walked onto the stage and met her Dom, a large, roly-poly man. Brie watched as he undressed her, exposing her recent punishment for all to see. Lea had red welts on her buttocks. Brie was surprised when Lea glanced quickly in Marquis’ direction and smiled. Did she enjoy her punishment?

  Sir called her on it. “Ms. Taylor, all smiles should be directed at your Dom and no one else.” She bowed to Sir, and then turned to her Dom and bowed.

  He accepted her silent apology and directed her to lie on the mat he had laid out. A table stocked with items had been produced between scenes. He picked up a long red candle and a box of matches from it.

  He knelt beside her and with slow precision, he lit the candle and watched it burn. Once it started dripping wax, he commanded, “Arch your back.”

  Taylor arched her back beautifully, thrusting her chest in the air. He tilted the candle over her right breast and let the hot wax run onto her nipple. Brie noticed that she jumped, but Lea did not make a sound. The liquid wax slowly traveled down her round breast to her ribcage and onto the mat.

  Her massive Dom switched to the left breast and let the wax drip onto that nipple as well. She jumped again, making Brie wonder just how hot the wax was. He stood up and retrieved another candle. “I want to see you pleasure yourself with it.”

  Lea took it from him and slid it between her legs. She rubbed it against her pussy as he continued to tease her with the hot wax. Lea inserted the tip of the candle inside herself and lifted her hips up. She started pumping it into herself and her Dom growled in satisfaction.

  He dripped the wax over her stomach, causing her to squirm further. Then he pulled his cock from his briefs and demanded she stroke it. She continued to thrust the candle deep as she stroked his shaft with her other hand.

  He dribbled the wax over her mound and Brie heard Lea take a sharp breath, but otherwise remain silent. “You like it, don’t you, pet?” he crooned over her. Lea nodded.

  The massive man moved between her legs and took hold of the candle she was playing with. He pulled it out and placed it on the stage floor. He replaced the candle with his substantial cock. Lea wrapped her legs around the man’s great waist and threw her head back in what looked like pleasure. It was odd to watch the scene play out without her vocalizat
ions, which helped reinforce the lesson Brie had learned the night before. She definitely needed to communicate effectively with her Doms.

  He dripped the candle onto Lea’s pussy, covering it, and his cock, with the wax. He groaned in pleasure and did it again before blowing out the candle. He braced himself and then started ramming his dick into her. It was oddly fascinating to watch the body fat of the man move in waves as he pounded her fiercely.

  Other than short gasps, nothing escaped Lea’s lips. Only his cries of passion echoed in the auditorium. He clutched her and finished with solid thrusts. Brie didn’t know how Lea had stayed silent through her pounding.

  After he had pulled out, he leaned down and handed Lea a new candle. “I want you to come,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  Lea grabbed it and began stroking herself with the same rapid pace her Dom had used when he’d fucked her. He rubbed her clit relentlessly with his beefy fingers. Soon Lea’s hips were convulsing in a rhythmic motion. Still, no sound came from her lips. Brie was impressed. Whatever Marquis Gray had done must have had a profound impact on her. Lea was doing everything in her power to stay in the program, and Brie was pleased.

  Lea bowed to her Dom afterwards and quickly got dressed. She sat down, positively glowing. It was obvious she had enjoyed herself. Brie leaned over and whispered, “I thought of a joke for you.”

  Lea looked at her and smiled encouragingly.

  “A masochist begs a sadist, ‘Please hurt me.’ The sadist looks over with an evil smile and answers, ‘No.’”

  Lea turned a deep shade of red and swallowed several times, trying not to laugh. For a second, Brie was afraid she was going to break her silence. Instead, she patted Brie’s hand in appreciation.

  Yep, we’re going to be good friends.

  Sir addressed the class again. “Ms. Taylor, you showed excellent control. I am glad to see you taking your lessons seriously. You followed your Dom’s lead and enjoyed yourself in the process. Is that a fair assessment?”

  Lea nodded her head.

  “Excellent. Then we shall move on.”

  Brie’s heart was beating rapidly. There were only two girls left, and once she stepped onto the stage she would finally know if Sir planned to be her partner. Unfortunately, Marquis Gray called out Sanders’ name next.

  “Good luck,” Brie whispered to Teri as she got up from her chair. Her hairy partner stood on the stage, waiting for her. Sanders’ Dom was a giant teddy bear of a man, all fur and muscle. Brie noticed that she paused on the stairs before continuing up.

  The Dom had been tender with Teri after their little whipping lesson on the first night. It was obvious he had feelings for her. Unfortunately, it was equally obvious those feelings were not returned by the tiny brunette.

  This time he was not carrying a whip. Instead, he was holding what looked like a delicate chain. Brie couldn’t begin to guess what he was planning to do with it. “Take off your top and put your hands behind your neck.”

  Again, Teri hesitated. She slowly removed her corset and let it fall to the floor. She looked over at Sir before taking a deep breath. Teri clasped her hands behind her neck. He tied them together with a simple black ribbon. The pose looked quite sensual to Brie.

  “Do you know what these are?” he asked in a deep baritone.

  Teri shook her head.

  “These are nipple clamps. They have a bit of a bite to them.”

  He went to caress her breast with his large hand, but she shook her head. “No…I mean, red.”

  Marquis Gray spoke up. “Miss Sanders, are you refusing the lesson?”

  “Yes.”

  “May I ask why?”

  “I felt all confused after last night’s whipping. I liked it at the time, but later I didn’t. I don’t care for the feeling of not being in control.”

  Master Coen conferred with Sir before stating, “We think it would be best if you ended the program now. Either you are not ready, or this is not your calling.”

  Teri shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, I don’t think this is for me.”

  Her Dom untied the ribbon and Teri grabbed her corset and rushed off the stage. Brie was brokenhearted that she was leaving. Sir’s claim that someone would quit the program was coming true, but Brie had never expected it would be Teri.

  “Please don’t leave us,” Brie begged.

  Teri shook her head as she quickly dressed. “I can’t do this, but best of luck to you two,” she said, purposely ignoring Blondie.

  She looked over at the trainers. “Thank you. I’ve learned a lot from this experience.”

  They inclined their heads towards her in response, and Sir added, “If you ever change your mind, our doors are open to you.”

  She turned and walked away, the auditorium reverberating with the sound of her clicking heels.

  It was a lonely sound.

  Learning to Trust

  Brie could tell Sir was looking straight at her, but she kept her eyes down. Now was her moment of truth. “Miss Bennett, come up to the stage.”

  She glanced up at him and basked in his warm smile, but her heart skipped a beat when he went to sit back down. She slowly walked up, her disappointment hard to mask. When she saw Baron walking up the other side, she gasped. His look frightened her.

  Baron wore a black leather mask over his head. It covered his entire face and gave him an ominous quality. It instantly brought up her childhood memories of being beaten in school. She started to back away as he approached. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  It wasn’t until she looked into his eyes that she stopped shaking. Baron’s dark hazel eyes reflected confidence in himself and in her. She stared into them, trying to regain her courage.

  Ms. Clark protested, “Miss Bennett is doing it again. She is not averting her eyes as a submissive should.”

  Brie instantly looked down, but trembled as he moved towards her. When he placed his dark hand on her forearm, she was instantly transported back to her childhood. She whimpered pitifully, “Don’t hurt me.”

  Baron lifted her chin and looked directly into her eyes. “You are going to have to trust me.”

  The connection was re-established and her fears began to abate. He ran his hands over her body, reminding her of his gentle caress. He was not one of the bullies of her past, even if he looked dangerous behind that dark mask.

  Ms. Clark interjected, “If she looks you in the eyes when you are not speaking to her, I want you to punish the girl.” The word punish only added to Brie’s blossoming fear. She tried to calm her breathing, knowing that she was close to hyperventilating. She heard Baron growl under his breath. His negative response to Ms. Clark’s order reassured Brie, and she began to relax. She could trust him. He would not do anything to harm her.

  A strange rope contraption began to lower from the ceiling. Brie tensed when she saw it.

  “Have you ever tried a sex swing before?” Baron asked.

  She shook her head, glancing at him only briefly before looking down again. The mask really upset her.

  “It is not the only surprise I have for you, kitten.”

  Brie felt her pulse begin to race. He slowly undressed her, and then placed his dark hand over her left breast. “Your heart is beating so fast,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. She longed for him to kiss her, but the leather mask prevented it. It was an unwanted barrier between them.

  Baron lifted Brie off her feet effortlessly and placed her in the swing, directing her to put her feet in the hanging stirrups. It had almost a bondage vibe to it that she liked. “Use your hands to support yourself like on a regular swing,” he instructed, letting her go. She swung slightly in midair. It was a completely helpless feeling to have her pussy open and splayed out for her Dom’s taking.

  He disappeared from her line of sight while she swung there. She tried to ignore the fact the other girls could see her most intimate parts. Baron had a knack for exposing her to the audience like that. It made her wonder if he did it on purpose.

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nbsp; When he approached her again, she suddenly panicked. The dark mask, his dark skin, and the aggressive way he moved towards Brie reminded her again of the beatings she had taken when she was young. She started whimpering and struggled in the harness, desperate to get away from the pain she knew was coming.

  “Shh…” he said softly. She looked into his eyes and instantly knew calm. She could trust him as long as she was connected to him through his gaze. He moved between her legs with an unknown object in his hand and she did not struggle.

  Ms. Clark stood up to protest, but Sir intervened. “Baron knows what he is doing. Let him train his sub without interruption.”

  Brie felt Baron spread a watery gel over her clit and outer lips. Immediately, she felt heat begin to build on the affected areas. She didn’t know what it was and started panting in distress. The burning continued, growing even stronger.

  He left her again. When he returned, he slipped a ring over his cock and moved over to her head. “Pleasure my dick,” he ordered.

  She leaned her head back and opened her lips wide to take in his shaft. He guided her movements and she swung back and forth, taking more and more of him with each pass. His manhood responded to her attention and grew considerably in girth and length.

  “Do you feel the heat?” he growled seductively. She nodded an affirmative with his cock in her mouth. “It is going to enhance your experience, kitten. I plan to torture you with pleasure.”

  Brie moaned. The words ‘torture’ and ‘pleasure’ didn’t belong in the same sentence, but she was curious as to what it meant for her.

  He pulled away and commanded, “Head back.” She pulled her head back farther and looked down at the stage floor. He let her swing there for a few moments. The waiting, not knowing what he had planned, was torture in itself.

  She felt him move between her legs and then he lightly stroked her clit. The gel he had applied made her super sensitive. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. In just a few minutes with only the lightest of touches, Baron had her orgasming for him.