by Vi Keeland
His lustful stare melted her loins. He turned her away from him, forcing her onto her hands and knees. Faelan grabbed her buttocks roughly, sexually, with only one thought in mind—to impale her with his manhood. She growled with animal passion as he delivered a powerful thrust. The two of them fucked to the aggressive beat of the music. His thrusts were demanding and she met every stroke by pushing against him, driving him in deeper. Needing more…
He sensed her unspoken desire and pushed her to the cold marble, shoving his cock deeper. She closed her eyes and accepted all of him. Possess me!
The two of them grunted as they copulated on the floor—and copulated was the proper term. She was lust—hungry, insatiable, ravenous. He met that unquenchable need, fucking her hard, picking her up and pushing her against walls, tables, chairs… He was rough with her, pulling her hair, grabbing her forcefully, slamming his cock into her repeatedly.
And her body took his raw passion—craved it, in fact. She licked his sweaty skin, needing to taste every part of him. At one point, the need for him became so intense that she bit down on his shoulder. He growled in lusty encouragement, pressing her against him.
By the time they had finished, she was a quivering heap of feminine flesh. She had to hold on to Faelan as he lathered her up and rinsed her off in the shower. Then he carried her to his bed and gathered her in his arms, panting softly in her ear. They lay like that for what seemed like hours, her body taking its own sweet time to come back down.
“You smell delicious,” he said huskily.
She buried her face in his neck and took a long inhale. She smiled as she looked into his blue eyes. “You have an intoxicating smell yourself.”
He pressed her closer to him and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“I remember that day you were pushed into my chest at the door. I knew by the way you stiffened that you felt the connection too, no matter how much you wanted to fight it.”
“May I speak freely?” Brie asked.
“Yes, blossom.”
“You are an arrogant man.”
“I think you confuse arrogance with confidence, my sweet,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She smiled despite herself. For being as green as he was, the man was Dom through and through.
“You and I are a lot alike, you know.”
She looked at him doubtfully. “How so?”
Faelan swept a string of wet hair from her cheek. “We both run on natural instinct. But it’s not just our instincts that we have in common, it’s also the burning desire to experience the limitless possibilities. Imagine two people determined to explore each other. Nothing too mundane or extreme to be considered, as long as both consent.”
Her heart quickened at the thought.
He kissed her tenderly on the lips and murmured, “I bet you didn’t know that I’m taking private lessons on top of my training.”
She shook her head and sat up to look at him more closely, surprised by the revelation. It seemed his interest in domination was not simply an infatuation over a girl. He was taking his training as seriously as she was—more so, in fact.
“I’ve decided to get the most out of the break from my business classes. Not wasting time while I have the opportunity to learn from the best.” Brie nodded, feeling a new level of respect for the man. She was about to tell him so when he switched gears on her, gliding his index finger leisurely down the middle of her chest.
“Now that I have brought out the lioness, I want to hear you purr.” His mouth demanded her attention as his hands began their wicked exploration. Brie wiggled and squirmed, thoroughly enjoying the fruits of his training.
When Faelan dropped her off at the Center, he insisted on not only escorting her inside, but also directing her to the chair next to Mary. He bent over and bit her earlobe. It sent a fresh set of shivers down her spine. He chuckled softly before leaving her side.
Mary gave Brie a strange look, so she mumbled, “What’s your problem?” Mary ignored her and turned back to the panel.
Brie wondered if Mary had struggled with Captain. It would be a shame for both parties, but Mary shouldn’t be taking it out on her.
Once Lea joined the group, the panel discussion began. Brie was relieved to hear via the trainers’ questions that Mary had had a positive experience with Captain. Surprisingly, Mary had actually enjoyed her time with him. It seemed that she’d relished being chained to the bed even more than Brie had. Maybe her calling was to be a pet for a strong Dom who could balance discipline with tenderness.
Lea’s last Auction Day had been with a Dom named ‘the Sheik’. He’d had a harem of five girls that he’d introduced Lea to. From the glow on her face and the excitement in her voice, it was easy to tell it had been Lea’s dream come true.
Sir turned his attention to Brie last. “How would you rate your time with Mr. Wallace?”
“I would give today a solid nine.”
“Really?” he asked. “I couldn’t help noticing the marks on your arms.”
Mary stared at her again, and this time Brie could not miss the look of jealousy that played across her face.
Brie examined both arms and saw that there were several red splotches, some of which were beginning to turn purple. She’d had no idea they’d been that rough. She looked back at him and said, “It was worth it, Sir.”
“What exactly did you do?” Marquis asked, clearly interested.
“Umm…basic, animalistic sex. We did play a game first. A guessing game that included a blindfold and certain items I had to identify.”
“I wouldn’t have suspected you liked it that rough, Miss Bennett,” Master Anderson commented.
“I’m a bit surprised myself.”
Sir followed up by asking, “Based on your rating, I assume it’s something you would entertain again?”
She blushed and stammered, “Ah…only with the right Dom, Sir.”
He answered with a simple, “I see,” but the way he said it was odd. She wasn’t sure how to take those two words, and was surprised when all five trainers wrote down something on their paper.
Ms. Clark asked the standard question: “Is there anything you would change about the encounter?”
Brie answered with a straight face, “Well, having a rug would have been nice. The marble was a bit hard.”
Mary snickered softly, causing Ms. Clark to instantly turn on her. “Do not encourage such insolence!”
Ms. Clark ordered Brie to look her in the face. Brie felt queasy as she lifted her eyes to the Domme’s. The look of disgust and anger was hard to take.
“Such a flippant answer has only one recourse—the stockade.”
Brie silently groaned. It was true. She had not treated Ms. Clark with the respect she was due, but this was their last auction night together. All Brie wanted to do was head out of the door with Mary and Lea.
“Please, Mistress Clark. I’m sorry if I sounded flippant.”
“You did not sound flippant, you were flippant. Speak again and I will increase your punishment.”
Brie nodded and sighed inwardly. She hoped desperately that the other two would wait for her. She needed her time with them.
Master Coen addressed the group. “This was your last auction. Next week, we will be introducing you to the community. It is a formal affair. I advise you to buy clothes suitable for the occasion.”
“What sort of clothes, Master Coen?” Mary asked.
“Clothes that would please a potential Master, of course.”
His words made Brie’s heart stop for a second. My Master…
Marquis Gray spoke next. “You will have the option to present a symbolic collar to the Dom of your choice, but keep two things in mind. One, you do not have to pick a Dom. In fact, we would discourage it. It would be wise to give yourself time to circulate. Second, even if you are certain you have found the Dominant you wish to partner with, he has the right to refuse you.”
Brie’s jaw dropped.
Marquis continued, “To prevent that from happening, we will allow you to meet with up to three Doms during the gathering. If, at the end of the night, you still want to present your collar, you will be given the chance to do so.”
Sir added, “Whether you choose to present your collar or not, take advantage of the three meetings. It is an opportunity to quiz Dominants you are interested in, and you are allowed to engage in private activities, if you so desire. You will have no better chance to interview potential partners.”
It kind of reminded Brie of speed dating, with a BDSM twist.
“Are there any questions?” Sir asked.
Lea spoke up. “Can we change our minds partway through the night if we decide not to present the collar?”
“At any point you may change your mind. This is a personal decision. Do not feel pressured—it’s simply an opportunity afforded you at the ceremony.”
There was no question in Brie’s mind about presenting a collar. She was desperate to commit to one Dom, but the problem was she wasn’t sure which one yet. Having her heart stretched in so many directions was killing her inside.
“If there are no further questions, you are dismissed.”
“All except you, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark snapped.
Brie stood up to follow, but Marquis accosted Ms. Clark and spoke to her briefly. While she was waiting, Brie heard Lea whisper, “We’ll be in the parking lot.”
Brie closed her eyes in relief. At least Ms. Clark wasn’t taking that away from her. The Domme snapped her fingers and gestured for Brie to follow. Her trainer’s heels clicked loudly down the hall. The ire in her walk was easy to hear, filling Brie with apprehension.
Why am I such an idiot?
A Little Female Persuasion
Her trainer opened a door to a classroom Brie hadn’t been inside. It was completely bare except for the stockade in the center. “Place yourself in it, Miss Bennett, while I ready your punishment.”
Brie knelt down next to the ugly wooden device. She gingerly put her hands and neck into the grooves and stayed there while Ms. Clark busied herself. Brie had to keep the tears from falling when her trainer lowered the top board down. The click of the lock solidified Brie’s disgrace.
“Five weeks I have had to put up with your insolence. This has been a long time in coming.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Clark.”
“Mistress to you,” she corrected. “Save your apologies. They have no place here. You have been disrespectful to your trainer and must be punished. It is a natural consequence for disobedience.”
Ms. Clark pulled Brie’s skirt and panties off. Brie felt Ms. Clark’s hands spread her outer lips apart. “You will wear this for the entire session. I don’t think I need to tell you that coming is not an option.” Brie felt the cool invasion of a dildo push into her opening. She bit her lip, feeling nothing but humiliation.
Her Mistress turned the vibrator on to its fastest setting, then she showed Brie a long wooden paddle. “I prefer to use a cane, but Marquis forbade it with you.”
Brie was grateful for his intervention. It would have ruined the instrument for her.
When Mistress moved behind Brie, she closed her eyes. All she wanted was to escape the experience and she tried to shut down emotionally. It was as if Mistress knew, because she announced, “You will count for me, Miss Bennett.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Normally, I tell my subs the number of hits they must endure. However, I think I will keep that to myself.”
Brie groaned silently. The paddle came down hard across both cheeks. Brie gasped as the sting of it burst over her skin, and then dissipated. “One,” she called out to Mistress.
It was immediately followed by another, equally hard swat. Brie choked out, “Two.”
“Why are you being punished tonight, Miss Bennett?”
“I made a joke instead of answering your question.”
The third hit landed on her tender ass and Brie felt the first tear fall.
“It was your lack of respect towards me that was the problem.” Ms. Clark waited.
Brie realized she’d forgotten to count and blurted, “Three.”
“You will receive an extra for forgetting.”
Brie knew better than to beg for mercy, but had to bite her lip to prevent it.
“All along I have striven to help you succeed as a submissive, and yet you return my gift with flippancy?” The fourth swat made Brie weak all over.
“Four, Mistress.”
“What is your greatest weakness?”
Brie thought Mistress was taking a breather until she felt the fifth land on her ass. She gasped in surprise. “Five… I look Dominants in the eyes, Mistress.”
The sixth came with a hearty, “No!” Tears fell down Brie’s cheeks; there was no holding them back any longer. “Your greatest weakness is not remembering you are a submissive when you are in the presence of Dominants.”
“Six,” Brie said meekly.
“If that was foremost in your mind, you would not fail constantly.”
Brie tried to silence her sob. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Mistress rubbed the paddle over her ass, making it sting from the contact. “I have never seen such talent wrapped up in such foolishness.” She slapped the paddle with a little less muscle.
“Seven.” Brie held her breath. Is Mistress giving me a compliment?
“From this day forward, you will not forget your place.” She swung the paddle hard, and Brie’s ass burst into burning heat.
“Eight…Yes, Mistress.”
Brie heard the paddle drop to the floor. Mistress bent over and played with her vibrating clit. Brie had forgotten about the dildo inside her until the Domme had started manipulating it.
“I want you to stay here in the dark and concentrate on what you have learned tonight. I shouldn’t have to repeat it, but coming is not allowed.” She pulled the dildo out a little farther so that the clitoral stimulator attached to it vibrated more fully against Brie’s aching clit.
Mistress stood up and asked, “What do you say, Miss Bennett?”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“It’s been my pleasure.”
She walked out of the room, flicking off the light switch before she left, leaving Brie alone in the dark.
The throbbing of her buttocks started pulsing with her clit. Faelan came to mind. She recalled the lusty way he had taken her and had to fight off the feelings building up.
No! She shook her head. She dug down deep and pushed away all thoughts of pleasure. Endurance and obedience were her only goals; they were the only things that mattered. She was determined not to get herself into this situation again. After what felt like several excruciating hours, Mistress returned.
“Did you come?” she asked calmly.
“No, Mistress.”
“Fine.” Ms. Clark pulled out the dildo and unfastened the stockade. “Get dressed. You may leave.”
Brie slowly pulled her panties back on and zipped up her skirt. She walked out of the Center with her head held high but her butt cheeks throbbing. She’d survived Ms. Clark’s punishment and learned a valuable lesson from it.
Both girls approached her when she went to unlock her car. Lea put her hand on Brie’s shoulder and asked, “How are you?”
Brie gave a faint smile. “Okay. My ass hurts like the dickens, but I’ll live.”
“That bitch beat you while you were in the stockade?” Mary asked, clearly upset.
“Yes, but I survived and am better for it.”
“What do you mean?” Mary barked, looking like she wanted to kick some Ms. Clark butt.
Brie hemmed and hawed before she answered. “Ms. Clark was right to punish me. I was not respectful.”
“Fuck me! I can’t believe you’re being such a wuss. That woman has been nothing but a bitch to you.”
Brie looked Mary in the eye. “I have not been submissive to her.”
Mary shook her head
in disbelief.
Lea took Brie’s hand and squeezed it. “Yes.”
Brie looked at Lea in surprise. All this time she had thought of Lea as the lesser sub, but had been blind to the girl’s strengths. Lea might not have had the same level of book smarts, but it was obvious that she had her own unique talents as a submissive. There was a reason that Ms. Clark had praised her and other Doms had rated her well. What a fool I’ve been, Brie thought, giving Lea a quick hug.
She announced to both girls, “We are headed to my home. This is our last auction debrief and we are partying all night long!”
Brie eagerly opened her apartment to her friends, proud of the array of drinks and foods she had accumulated for the occasion. It was every bit as extravagant as the spread they’d had at the Center, and had taken weeks to save up for. She also had her camera ready.
Mary eyed it suspiciously. “I am not going to interview for you.”
“You don’t have to,” Brie assured her. “I just want to record our evening. I’ll edit it later and let you look it over. I promise I won’t use any footage you aren’t comfortable with. I just want us to enjoy ourselves without worrying about the camera.”
“Hey, I’m totally down with that,” Lea said, going over to the lens and blowing a kiss.
Brie grinned. “Thanks, girlfriend.”
“Oh, is that how it is? You playing favorites, Miss Bennett?” Mary snarked.
“Only if you won’t agree to being filmed.”
“Blackmail.”
Brie bumped hips with her playfully. “The blackmailiest.”
“Bitch.”
“The bitchiest.”
Mary swatted her ass lightly, causing Brie to squeal in pain. “Okay, fine, Miss. Bennett, but I have final say.”
Brie moved a safe distance away before answering, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mary Quite Contrary.”