by Vi Keeland
Brie could see a fire on the beach in the far distance. As they approached, she realized it had been started for them. She could see a blanket next to the fire pit. Rytsar jumped from his horse and pulled her off roughly. She squealed, completely defenseless due to her bonds.
He chuckled as he righted her and rubbed her arms to warm her after the cold night’s ride. He guided her closer to the fire and had her stand there while he tied the horse to a large piece of driftwood.
When he came towards her, his eyes reflected the fiery orange of the flames. It gave him a sinister look that she rather enjoyed. He pointed to the blanket and grunted a command. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, so she knelt down on it. He shook his head and grabbed her waist, lifting her onto her hands and knees. It was difficult keeping her balance with her hands tied, but he didn’t seem to care. She heard him unbuckling his belt. He was going to take her out in the open next to the fire.
His fingers disappeared under her little skirt and peeled off her panties, then he reached around and pulled down her corset just enough to expose her breasts to the frigid air. He rested his hard cock in between her butt cheeks, letting her know he was ready for her.
She arched her back gracefully and looked back at her Dom. His growl was low and lustful as he grabbed a fistful of her long brown curls and thrust his large cock into her pussy with one solid stroke.
Brie gasped at the sudden infiltration. He pulled her head back farther with one hand and guided his thrusts with the other. She cried out into the night as her warrior claimed his prize one more time. He fucked her hard and fast, with no thought to her pleasure. This was all about his need and his desires. She gave in to it, wanting to please him.
Apparently, the night air had given him special powers, because Rytsar was an animal. Skin slapped against skin as he repeatedly forced his cock deep inside her. Brie did not suppress her vocalizations. She was loud and very expressive. “Yes, my warrior. Fuck your captive. Oh, God, I need this!” Brie grunted and moaned as he ravaged her pussy relentlessly.
The ocean added to the experience with its siren call. Feeling a part of nature, she looked up at the moon and gave a throaty howl when he finally came in her velvety depths. Rytsar collapsed next to her, murmuring, “Radost moya.”
Brie rolled over and smiled at him. With her wrists still tied, she ran her fingers over his full lips, looking into his deep blue eyes. “You are the perfect warrior,” she told him, knowing he couldn’t understand but hoping she was expressing it with her eyes.
He cupped her cheek in his large hand and kissed her. The two looked up at the few stars that could compete with the full moon. The horse nickered, patiently waiting for its master. Time seemed to have stopped for Brie—this was perfection. She felt a tear run down her cheek.
Rytsar wiped it away, and she smiled as she kissed each finger and then each of his cheeks before planting a sweet kiss on his lips. How else could she tell him that she was crying with sheer joy? He pressed her into his chest and they lay there in silence.
Eventually, he untied her hands and they both got up to dress. He helped her back onto the horse and they headed towards the glass house. Brie shed a few more tears as they approached his home. She didn’t want their night together to end.
A Dangerous Secret
The stallion’s hooves echoed off the pavement as they made their way up the driveway to the vehicle. Rytsar dismounted and caught her in his arms as she slid off the majestic beast. This time, he pulled her to him and kept his arm around her for the entire drive. Even though they were strangers, there was a feeling of incredible closeness after sharing such intimacy. She rested her head on his muscular chest, silently mourning the end of the evening.
The ride back to the school was far too quick. Rytsar helped her out of the car and guided her into the school with his hand resting on the back of her neck; it was a very possessive hold. Only his interpreter followed them inside.
They walked directly to the commons area where the auction had taken place. Instead of the stage, she saw a table with the four trainers, a table of refreshments and Lea, who was sitting on a chair facing the panel.
Lea smiled at Brie. It was obvious from the look on her face that she had had a spectacular time as well.
Rytsar Durov escorted Brie to the chair next to Lea’s and then continued over to the trainers. Although they spoke in quiet tones, Brie picked up two words from the translator: ‘pliable’ and ‘intriguing’. She smiled to herself. If she’d had to describe Rytsar, she would have said ‘assertive’, ‘creative’, and ‘pure perfection’.
The smell of the food was getting to her. She hadn’t eaten anything since noon and her stomach growled loudly in protest. How unsexy is a rumbling stomach? Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed.
Rytsar walked back over to her when he was finished. She stood up and looked obediently to the floor. He moved his lips to her ear. In perfect English, he whispered, “My joy.”
Her eyes widened. Was his interpreter just a ruse?
He squeezed the back of her neck one last time and left.
Sir spoke, “Miss Bennett, feel free to partake of the food. We anticipated that you would need nourishment after your session.” She looked up, chagrined and embarrassed that he had heard her stomach. However, when she met his stare she was struck by the burning desire in his eyes. She had to remind herself to breathe. Maybe he had shared that moment with her last night, when she’d pleased herself while she’d fantasized about him.
“Thank you, Sir.” Brie walked to the table, her stomach suddenly full of butterflies. After that one glance, she could think of nothing but Sir.
“Do you realize who Rytsar Durov is, Miss Bennett?” Master Coen asked, after she’d sat back down with her plate. Brie shook her head demurely. “He is a prominent Dom in Russia. Rytsar just happened to be in the area this weekend. You had the potential of not only shaming yourself locally, but internationally as well.”
Brie was eternally grateful she hadn’t known who Rytsar was. It would have been way too much pressure to know he was a highly respected Dom. Just thinking about seeing him again made her stomach queasy, now that she was aware of his status.
Marquis Gray interjected, “As predicted, Miss Bennett proved her worth as a submissive.”
“I was extremely uncomfortable with Durov’s choice of a sub. Her willfulness makes her a wildcard.” Ms. Clark shot Brie a disgusted look.
Sir spoke in her defense. “Rytsar had no complaints. I think you both underestimate Miss Bennett.”
“I concur,” said Marquis Gray.
Master Coen grumbled under his breath, “I would expect no less coming from you two.”
“We were simply fortunate she didn’t cause trouble,” Ms. Clark stated, staring at her watch. She frowned and looked at Sir. “Where is Tono? He is never one to be late.”
No sooner had she made that remark than an assistant entered the commons and handed Sir a message. He glanced at it and announced, “We have a problem.” He handed the note down so each of the trainers could read it.
“I need to call Dr. Reinstrum. It is imperative we take care of this tonight, before more harm is done.” Sir abruptly stood up and left the commons.
The trainers spoke quietly amongst themselves while the girls waited in frightened silence. Brie was no longer hungry and put her plate on the floor.
She observed Sir covertly when he returned.
He informed the panel, “The doctor will be here in fifteen minutes.” Then he turned to Lea and Brie. “Ladies, there is no need for alarm. After we get all the particulars, I’ll discuss what has happened with you. Until then, I ask for your patience and trust.”
Everyone turned when the elevator doors opened and Tono came walking out, carrying Mary in his arms. He gently put her down in the seat beside Brie’s and laid Mary’s head on her lap. Blonde Nemesis lay there quietly, looking defenseless and vulnerable.
Brie lightly stroked her hair, shocked at th
e difference in the girl. What could possibly have gone wrong?
Tono turned to the trainers. “She did not disclose everything. There are demons in her past that resurfaced today.”
Master Coen spoke up, “We are heartily sorry, Tono Nosaka. The girls were instructed not to keep any secrets. We apologize for her mistake.”
“I have spent the last two hours helping her get to a place where we could return here.”
Ms. Clark stated, “Obviously, we will return your bid.”
Tono waved away her statement. “Just see that the girl gets the help she needs. I see real potential in her.”
Sir replied, “I’ve already called Dr. Reinstrum to join us. Rest assured, Ren, we will do everything to help Miss Wilson recover from this experience.”
Brie perked up. So, Tono’s first name is Ren? It totally fit the man.
Sir got up and walked over to the girls. Just his mere presence had her heart fluttering, despite the dire circumstances. “Ren, do you mind joining me in my office so we can get specifics?”
“That would be fine.” Tono gazed down at Mary with concern, then addressed Brie. “Take care of her, toriko.”
She was pleased that he’d called her by his pet name, but to avoid getting in trouble with Ms. Clark, Brie kept her eyes to the floor and only nodded in response. He left the room with Sir and a strained silence settled over the room. Brie continued to stroke Mary’s hair, humming softly.
Ms. Clark growled, “That foolish girl has damaged the school’s reputation.”
Marquis Gray snarled at her, “We will discuss it later.”
Brie looked down at Mary, worried she might be hurt by Ms. Clark’s callousness, but the girl seemed oblivious to everything around her. “You’re going to be all right, Mary,” she whispered softly.
The instant Mary registered Brie’s voice, she stirred in her lap. She looked around as if coming out of a trance and then immediately pulled away when she saw whose lap she was lying on.
“Don’t touch me, bitch!” she spat, sitting up straight in her chair and glowering at Brie.
It was actually good to see the old Mary return.
Master Coen said kindly, “Miss Wilson, we heard you had an incident today.”
She flinched and then looked down in shame. “Yes, Master Coen, but please don’t make me talk about it in front of these two.”
“You will be expected to share what happened with your fellow students. However, not tonight,” Master Coen said firmly. Brie could see Mary stiffen in her chair in anger, but she kept silent. “An experienced counselor has been called. You will share with him what happened so that you can pinpoint the exact trigger.”
Marquis Gray added, “This mistake does not have to end your training.”
Brie was surprised to see tears fall down Mary’s cheeks. She choked out, “Thank you, Marquis.”
“However, if you ever fail to obey us again, I promise you it will be the last mistake you make,” Ms. Clark stated.
Brie pursed her lips. Good ol’ Ms. Clark. Kick ya when you’re down.
Master Coen cleared his throat, sounding annoyed by Ms. Clark’s insensitivity. “Miss Wilson, right now we want you to concentrate on being completely open with the counselor.”
A short time later, the elevator doors opened and an older gentleman exited. He nodded to the trainers and walked directly to the girls. He held out his hand to Mary, gracing her with a genuine smile. “You must be Miss Wilson. It is a pleasure to meet you. Would you mind talking with me for a bit?”
She meekly took his hand and walked away. As Brie watched her go, a shiver of fear traveled down her spine. Could that happen to her, too?
As if reading her mind, Marquis Gray said, “It appears Miss Wilson was engaging in an activity that triggered a traumatic reaction based on an unresolved issue in her past. Just as Miss Bennett could have caused a similar situation, had she not informed us of her abuse at the hands of bullies as a child. Without that information, Baron could easily have triggered a negative episode without knowing the cause. I hope you both understand the importance of full disclosure with your Dominants.”
The girls nodded. Brie was suddenly grateful for her natural openness. She was surprised Mary had been so stubborn. Sir had asked twice that they go over their journals and take out anything that might cause problems. That girl was her own worst enemy.
Debriefing
Ms. Clark started the panel’s discussion. “Even though we don’t have Miss Wilson with us, it is imperative we go over your scenes tonight. I’ll start with you, Ms. Taylor. How would you rate your experience today?”
Lea grinned. “I would definitely give it a nine. My Dom looked and talked like a real doctor. He even had his room set up to look like an examination room, complete with table, paper gown and chilled air. There were a few times I forgot it wasn’t real.”
“Excellent. And you, Miss Bennett?”
Brie answered with her eyes cast downward, determined to never look Ms. Clark in the eye again unless the woman specifically asked. “It was a ten. Although there weren’t any tepees or feathers, his creativity and thoroughness made it real for me. Just like Lea, there were times that it was so real that it was disconcerting, but I liked that feeling.”
“I would expect no less from Rytsar Durov. He has an exceptional reputation.” Ms. Clark huffed. “Still can’t believe he lowered himself by fraternizing with a beginner. Miss Bennett, you are lucky he happened to be in town and—apparently—bored.”
“Yes, Ms. Clark.”
Brie would have to hang on to Sir’s advice to remain true to herself if she ever met Rytsar again. It would be hard not to be a bundle of nerves around someone so well respected in the Dom/sub community.
Ms. Clark returned her attention to Lea. “What was the main aspect of your encounter that made it a success, Ms. Taylor?”
Lea shivered in pleasure when she answered. “I loved the way he experimented with unusual toys and kept telling me, ‘Relax, this won’t hurt a bit.’ Gives me chills just thinking about it.”
“So there was never a time you were scared or distrustful of your Dom during the scene?”
“Well, I was nervous at times but never scared. Yeah, I trusted him.” She added with a wink, “He was my doctor, after all.”
Ms. Clark remarked dryly, “Don’t try to be cute, Ms. Taylor.” Lea nodded her head, properly chastised.
“What about you, Miss Bennett?”
“Well, I about died when I saw the horse and he took me for a ride on the beach at night. However, I think what made it real was when he forced me to take him anally. I wasn’t prepared for that and was frightened at first. I truly felt like a virgin being taken by my warrior.”
“Yes, Rytsar understands a woman’s psyche well,” Ms. Clark commented, almost wistfully. It made Brie wonder if Ms. Clark had spent time with Rytsar Durov herself.
Master Coen asked, “Was there anything you found challenging or uncomfortable to obey, Miss Bennett?”
She thought about it and sighed. “Actually, there was one thing. He wanted me to go to the bathroom while he was still in the room. It made me squeamish and I balked at first.”
“There should be no hesitation on such a simple request. It’s a harmless power play,” Ms. Clark admonished. For some reason, Brie suddenly had an image of the Mistress peeing in front of Rytsar, and she struggled not to laugh.
“You need to think on why that caused you to hesitate before obeying your Dom,” Marquis Gray told her. “You may dismiss it as nothing, but my experience suggests something deeper is involved.”
“I will do as you ask. Thank you, Marquis Gray.” He believed in her potential as a submissive and had defended her when others had insisted on her dismissal. She respected Marquis’ opinion and was determined to take his advice to heart.
Ms. Clark asked Lea, “Were there any struggles for you, Ms. Taylor?”
“Nope. My Dom was awesome! The way he explained the procedures and
what he was going to do with his instruments was so damn sexy. I totally trusted him.”
Brie shuddered inside. She hated doctors, and the thought of one sticking anything into her was anything but sexy. Lea was proof that every woman had her own idea of what made the perfect fantasy.
Sir rejoined the panel, but did not sit down. Brie heard the ding of the elevator and knew Tono had left the building. “I would like to talk to each of the girls alone, starting with Ms. Taylor.” He turned to her and gave his familiar, “Follow.”
Lea popped out of her seat and walked behind him, leaving Brie alone with the three other trainers. Normally, that would have been intimidating, but all Brie could focus on was the fact that she would get time alone with Sir.
The three trainers grilled her on specifics and asked her to rate herself. That proved a difficult question for Brie to answer. She thought back over the entire night and realized she’d pretty much concentrated on enjoying the experience instead of pleasing her Dom. “I guess maybe a six.”
“Why that number?” Master Coen asked.
“Well, I know I’m inexperienced, and to be honest, I was having too much fun. I wasn’t concentrating enough on my Dom.”
“A sub’s obvious enjoyment is always appreciated,” Marquis Gray stated.
Master Coen disagreed strongly. “But not at the expense of the Dom’s.”
Ms. Clark raised her eyebrow. “We will get an accurate picture of your performance from Rytsar Durov, Miss Bennett. Each Dom fills out a full report on their submissive. By Monday you will know exactly how you rate.” The tone of her voice made it clear she thought Brie had overestimated herself.
Marquis Gray stood up and walked over to Brie, then handed over her fantasy journal. “Look through your entry and tell us which details you experienced today.”