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

by Vi Keeland

  She was surprised when the phone immediately rumbled in her hand. Come back to the Center so you may be rewarded.

  Brie hugged the phone to her chest before slipping it into her coat pocket. She could hear the girls chatting away by the sinks. Obviously, they wanted to see who had made such a fool of herself in a bathroom stall.

  She realized she could choose to be embarrassed or not. Brie had just completed her first task for Master Coen and he had been pleased. That was enough for her. She smoothed out her hair and pinched her cheeks to give them a little more color.

  Brie opened the door and looked at the girls with a half-smile. She said nothing as she set her bags down and washed her hands. She was slow and deliberate, consciously graceful with every move. She looked at the group of four women and smiled before she picked up her bags. She heard no laughter when she left, only silence. Brie beamed inside. And that is how it’s done.

  In the car, she checked her messages and saw that he had left another text for her. Join me in the auditorium.

  Brie hurried back to the school and found Master Coen on the stage, waiting for her. She noticed that only Ms. Clark and Sir were in attendance. She figured that Lea and Mary must still be out completing the practicums with their trainers.

  She marched onto the stage, but turned when Sir called her name. “Miss Bennett, how would you rate your experience?”

  Her eyes widened in excitement when she answered. “An eight! I loved the challenge and the overall thrill of it.”

  Master Coen replied, “Your use of additional props heightened my enjoyment of the scene.”

  She turned to him and bowed. “Thank you, Master Coen. It was my pleasure.”

  “But a pillow?” Ms. Clark complained. “You looked like the Queen of Sheba reclining in luxury when discomfort was supposed to be part of the experience.”

  Brie was quick to answer, keeping her eyes glued to the stage floor. “Master Coen did not command my discomfort. I assumed it was allowed.”

  Ms. Clark said in a sarcastic voice, “You know what they say about assuming, Miss Bennett.”

  Sir spoke in Brie’s defense. “The student is correct. There was no command that stipulated otherwise. She showed creativity and quick thinking. It was a pleasant scene to watch.”

  Brie had had no idea that the other trainers would be observing her performance as well, but it made sense.

  “What happened with the young ladies who entered the restroom near the end?” her beefy Dom asked.

  “Nothing, Master Coen. They said nothing when I left.”

  “Yeah, I bet they laughed your ass right out of there,” Ms. Clark replied with a snort.

  “Actually no, Mistress.” Brie threw in the title to stroke her ego. “They were quite respectful.”

  Brie glanced up and saw the slightest smile play across Sir’s lips. It thrilled her heart to amuse him. “While Ms. Clark and I observe the last two students, you may enjoy your reward with Master Coen.” With that, Sir pulled out a portable screen and he and Ms. Clark proceeded to watch it together.

  A stool was brought onto the stage and Master Coen commanded that she strip completely and then lean against it. He fished the hairbrush from the bag and smiled at her. “I promised to use it on you for a job well done. Bend over so I may administer your reward.”

  Brie leaned her torso fully against the stool, exposing her defenseless ass to him. A hairbrush sounded more cruel than fun. She closed her eyes, waiting for the first hit. Instead, he slid the handle between her legs and caressed her with it.

  “Oh, yes, I liked the way you placed the condom on the instrument and then nodded at me. How you counted slowly so I could enjoy the way you played with yourself. But the technique you used to fuck yourself with the hairbrush…now, that was a real education.” He paused and rolled a condom over it before he slipped it into her. “So you like it shallow and fast, do you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She looked behind her and watched his muscular arm as he thrust the pseudo-phallus at a pace she had been unable to reach. She groaned in pleasure and opened her legs wider for him. Master Coen kept up the rhythm and depth for several minutes. All those muscles definitely made him the man for the job. Then he suddenly threw the brush across the stage and commanded Brie to sit on the stool with her legs spread open.

  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his sizeable shaft. “I’m going to fuck you in the same fashion, Miss Bennett.” He guided his cock between her swollen lips and pushed it farther into her—but just the tip.

  Master Coen held her waist with his massive hands as he fucked her with just the head of his cock. He was a machine in his taking of her, his pounding shallow but with decided force. She threw her head back and cried out his name when he eventually gave her permission to come.

  Before the last contraction ended, he thrust his manhood deep inside her and said in a hushed voice, “I find you worthy,” as his shaft shuddered in its own release.

  “Thank you,” Brie gasped out between breaths. Finally, vindication!

  While the two panted on the stage, Brie snuck a peek at Sir. His eyes were on her, but devoid of any emotion.

  She got off the chair and slowly dressed. Brie wondered if her need to please whichever Dom she was with had served to drive a wedge between them. The thought undid her until she remembered their talk on the first night of her training. Sir had complimented her ability to please every Dom she had trained with and claimed he wanted to test the limits of what she would do. How could Sir hold that against her now?

  Tono’s Lesson on Flying

  Late that night, she stared at her little bullet, contemplating whether she really needed to follow through with Faelan’s punishment. He was just a Dom-in-training, after all. However, Sir had commanded that they treat the student Doms with the same respect they afforded other Dominants.

  “Damn you, Blue Eyes…” Brie growled as she lay on her bed. She placed the tiny bullet against her clit and closed her legs. It simply wasn’t worth getting in trouble with the trainers.

  She turned on the device and sighed. This was a stupid punishment. What a newbie! Brie looked over at her bedside clock and noted the time. She was supposed to endure it for thirty minutes.

  Brie turned her toy on full blast and squeezed her eyes shut. Oh, damn, maybe this is going to be more difficult than I thought. Her clit was already vibrating with the hint of an orgasm. But what had she expected? A night at the Training Center could do that to a girl.

  She sighed in frustration and thought of Faelan; mainly how mad she was at him. However, thinking about those blue eyes had the opposite effect than what she had been going for and she felt her pussy start contracting in a quick orgasm. She turned off the bullet and stared at the ceiling. Damn… Now she would have to start over again.

  Once her body had calmed down, she turned it back on and then immediately back off. Too soon! Brie got up and took a freezing cold shower. With her skin blue and her teeth chattering, she lay back down and placed the tiny bullet between her legs, back on full blast. She kept her eyes shut and endured. After an excruciating amount of time, she checked the clock. Six freakin’ minutes. Holy crap!

  “I hate you!” she screamed at the ceiling. She could just imagine Todd’s smug grin at knowing that three girls were enduring his punishment tonight. Brie concentrated on Jeff, the pathetic example of manhood at the tobacco shop. There was nothing sexy about the lazy shit and it helped to quell any stirrings in her loins. She glanced over and saw that she had made it another fifteen minutes. Ten more to go.

  Brie focused on Jeff’s face and was horrified when his eyes morphed into crystal blue orbs. Jeff smiled at her, but it was his smile. Brie heard Faelan’s voice whispering in her ear, while he teased her nipples with the feather.

  She whimpered and looked at the clock. Four more minutes…

  For a newbie, he’d sure had an uncanny knack for teasing her. It surprised Brie that spending a night trying not to thi
nk of Faelan meant she was only thinking of him.

  She stared at the clock and counted out the last two minutes. It was the only way to survive the ordeal. As soon as the second hand hit the twelve, she unclenched her legs and threw the bullet down on the other side of the bed. “A-ha! Take that!”

  Seeing Blue Eyes the next evening was not easy. It was difficult to look him in the eye, but she didn’t want Todd to have that kind of power over her. Unfortunately, her mind went to mush when she gazed into eyes like blue oceans. There was definitely a different vibe to the man now. Neither of them said anything as he opened the door and let her pass.

  As much as Brie had struggled with Faelan’s punishment, she was eternally grateful she had followed through with it, because it was the first thing Mr. Gallant asked the class about. “Raise your hand if you did your penance for last night’s interruption in the hallway.”

  Brie looked over and saw the other two girls hesitantly raise their hands, too. She was surprised that Faelan had that kind of authority over their little group.

  “Good. I do not want to hear about that kind of behavior again. Such foolishness not only reflects badly on you, but you also disrupted several classes that were in session.”

  All three girls bowed their heads in shame. Really, it had been Brie’s fault, so she spoke up. “Mr. Gallant?”

  “Yes, Miss Bennett?”

  “It was m—”

  “I don’t care to hear another word about it.” He started class as if nothing had happened. Brie looked over at her friends and shrugged.

  At the end of the session, Mr. Gallant directed Brie to head straight to the auditorium instead of following Lea and Mary to their normal room. Brie was worried she was going to be made an example of by the panel.

  “Do you know why, Mr. Gallant?” she asked.

  “Yours is not to question but to obey, Miss Bennett.”

  She nodded and left the classroom with her stomach in knots.

  Brie listened to the lonely echo of her heels as she made her way down the empty hall. She opened the auditorium door and peeked inside. The sound of flute music filled the space. She literally squealed with happiness when she saw who was standing onstage.

  “Tono!”

  He put his finger to his lips and gestured for her to come to him. She clamped her mouth shut and ran down the aisle, then jumped into his arms. His embrace was magical, both safe and magnetic.

  When his lips came down on hers, she willingly lost herself in his kiss. He pulled away too soon for her, but then cradled her cheek gently. “Toriko.” She looked into his chocolate eyes, adrift in their connection. The two stood in silence for several moments, having no need to speak.

  Finally, he broke the spell. “You will miss the first practicum tonight because Kinbaku takes time, as you know, little slave.”

  She could not contain her joy. Getting another chance to experience Tono’s mastery was more than she had hoped for. Brie looked down at the stage floor and saw that he had brought the green straw mat from his home. There was also a large brass ring and coils of jute—the smell of which was already calling to her.

  “We do not have time for tea, I am afraid,” he said, with an impish smile. She pressed her head against his chest and grinned. Tono’s heartbeat was slow, strong, and reassuring.

  “Come join me on the mat, toriko.”

  She knelt down and closed her eyes when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind. She listened to his breathing and slowed her breath to match his. The mutual connection was immediate.

  “Yes, toriko,” he said soothingly.

  She tilted her head far back and kissed his chin. “I have missed you.”

  He chuckled softly and picked up the jute, then placed it in her hands. “Kiss your restraint.”

  She lovingly kissed the rope that would hold her in her own private heaven. She then pressed it against her cheek and whispered a word of thanks before handing it back to him.

  “Tonight will be different. Tonight you shall fly, little one.”

  “Tono?”

  “You will be suspended by the jute.”

  Brie gasped, a feeling of destiny flowing through her. She leaned her head against his chest. “I’ve secretly dreamed about it, Tono.”

  “Good, because I have yearned to share this with you. Unfortunately, I must rush the process because your trainers want to share the Kinbaku experience with others.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “Toriko,” he said, brushing his lips against her ear, “tonight you will only wear one item.” He opened his hand and she saw the red thong he had taken from her the first night they’d met.

  “It will be my honor, Tono.” Brie stood up and undressed for him, sliding the thong into place under the watchful eyes of her handsome Dom. His eyes sparkled in appreciation.

  When she moved back over to him, he grabbed her waist and kissed her stomach. “Tonight, when you feel moments of distress, what must you do?”

  “Breathe with you.”

  “Correct. Sit down on the mat and spread out the fingers of your right hand so we can begin.”

  Brie closed her eyes as he wove the jute between her fingers and began the slow and delicious act of binding her. The tug and pull as he worked his magic played on her senses, taking her down the road of inner nirvana. Her body remembered and followed its path without hesitation.

  He bound her right hand in a pose that lightly caressed her cheek. She wondered at the purpose, but remained silent as he began binding her chest with his slow, deliberate movements. The chest binding was her favorite part. Giving up the ability to take a deep breath demanded such an intense level of submission. She moaned softly.

  “Yes, toriko.”

  He bound her tighter than he had before. She listened to his slow, even breaths to calm the fear that threatened to burst forth. She wanted this—needed it, in fact.

  She glanced down and saw her breasts framed by the jute, but then he placed a single rope across her nipples and tightened it. It was strangely erotic to have her nipples held by the unforgiving jute. When she looked up, he kissed her and she felt her body burn with powerful need. “I wa—”

  He put his finger over her lips without speaking and continued his art. Tono bound her left arm in a pleasing position behind her back. Then he gently pushed her down on the mat and started on her legs.

  She looked up at the dark void of the auditorium ceiling. Brie closed her eyes again and concentrated on the gentle music as her legs were claimed by the jute. Bound, unable to move, breath restricted, completely his…

  “I will demonstrate the art of rope suspension.”

  Brie opened her eyes and was surprised to see the auditorium full of trainers and students from both the submissive and Dominant classes. She hadn’t been aware of their arrival.

  Tono continued speaking in his soothing voice as his hands ran over her body. “As with most activities, experience is essential. Nerve damage can result with suspension, so do not attempt without proper instruction.” Brie noticed that Tono had attached the large brass ring to chains above her. Through it, he had threaded the various strands of jute that bound her body.

  “Kinbaku is an exacting method, but when done correctly the process will bind your submissive without pain.”

  Tono addressed Brie. “Color, toriko?”

  “Green.” She added in a whisper, “A lovely jute green.”

  He smiled and then turned back to the audience. “Never leave your submissive alone once you have begun the binding process. You must also have EMT scissors ready, should you need to release them quickly.”

  He gestured to the different points at which he had bound her. “The key is balance. To prevent damage, you must support the body.”

  Tono looked down at Brie. “Are you ready to fly, toriko?”

  She nodded, holding her breath as he took the ropes and began pulling her off the ground. The constriction increased as gravity took over. It felt as if the wo
rld suddenly dropped away from her, and she whimpered, “Tono…”

  “Breathe,” he reminded her. He pressed his body against her so she could harmonize with him again. She closed her eyes and shut out the rest of the world as she reconnected with Tono. She felt him pull away and lift her higher, then the tugging and pulling began as he secured the ropes.

  Brie kept her breaths slow and shallow as her body began floating within itself. She heard the sound of people clapping and realized that the pose he had created must look impressive.

  “With your submissive bound like this, you are free to explore her sensuality without limitation.” He did something then that both surprised and pleased her. Tono grabbed onto the large brass ring and, using only his arm strength, pulled himself on top of her, his body lying lengthwise. The two were together in midair. His arm shook from the effort of supporting himself, but he smiled down at her. “And now I join you in your flight, toriko.” He leaned over and kissed her for a brief moment before lowering himself back down. It was so powerfully sexy; she wished he would do it again.

  Instead, she felt him move between her legs and lift her wet thong out of the way. She moaned when his tongue made contact with her. She had thirsted for the gift of his mouth ever since their last time together. The moment he began lightly sucking on her clit, her body discharged the surge of orgasmic energy that had built up since their last meeting.

  Brie mewed as her body tensed and relaxed in joyous release. She’d never come so fast before, but it did not dissipate like a normal climax. Instead, his constant suction demanded she fall deeper into the ocean of sensuality he had created. She willingly relaxed and let the ice-cold wave take her back to the place where desire meets otherworldliness.

  His voice sounded distant, as if in a dream. “Come back to me.”

  “Join me…” she whispered.

  “Come back,” he repeated firmly.