Page 137 of Brie's Submission
“This exercise demonstrates the intense power of suggestion.”
She chuckled nervously. “You’re not kidding!”
Brie shuddered; the reality that she hadn’t been branded not quite registering. Master Coen smiled down at her as he undid her bindings. “You were brave, Miss Bennett. Quite impressive.”
She frowned and turned from him. “Not so impressive when nothing happened. I feel like an idiot.”
He picked her up in his large, muscular arms and carried her to a lounge chair in the corner, holding her like a child. “You do not appreciate it yet, but you are a prime candidate for mind play. Your creative nature makes you a charming plaything.”
She looked at him sadly. “That sounds like a bad quality to me.”
“On the contrary, in the hands of a trusted Dom the possibilities are limitless.”
A shuddering sigh escaped her lips, remnants of the emotional experience. Master Coen held her tighter. “We are going to explore erotic hypnosis with you this week. After today’s session, I believe you will be successful and will appreciate the experience.”
She tentatively touched his square jaw with her fingertips. “Master Coen, the idea both excitesandfrightens me.”
“I understand. However, erotic hypnosis is not meant to be a mind-fuck.”
“Mind-fuck?”
“What you just experienced. Being led to believe something for the amusement of the Dominant. Erotic hypnosis is mutually enjoyable and will enhance your ability to explore sexual experiences you could not before.”
Master Coen reached between her legs and began lightly stroking her clit. Brie closed her eyes and relaxed under his attention. “I have seen few submissives with your courage or stubbornness.”
She opened her eyes and gave him a tentative smile. “Thank you?”
He chuckled. “Yes, it was meant as a compliment. Lie still and accept your reward for that gutsy display.”
His fingers began flicking at a quicker pace, causing a slow burn in her pelvis. Brie tilted her head back and moaned. He met her lips with his own. His kiss was gentle, in stark contrast to his burly exterior. It appeared Master Coen had a softer side, one that she was just now beginning to see. It didn’t take long before her hips were bucking against his hand in pleasurable release. It felt so intimate, so sweet to come in his arms like that.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
He kissed her forehead. “I take pleasure in rewarding my subs. Just ask the two I have at home.”
She could just imagine his harem of girls, waiting to service Master Coen’s every need. A threesome might work for some, but Brie wanted exclusive rights to her Dom.
“Tomorrow you will be working with Master Anderson after a short session with Marquis Gray in room forty-two. They will be providing you with lessons based on your interest in becoming a full-time sub. However…” He laughed aloud. “I doubt it’s what you are expecting.”
He refused to elaborate, which made Brie excruciatingly curious. She had never been on that side of the school and couldn’t begin to imagine what was hidden in those rooms.
Ineptitude
When Brie pulled up to the school the following night, she was overwhelmed by disappointment. Blue Eyes was still missing. She hadn’t been overly concerned on Monday when he hadn’t been at the door, but two days in a row seemed odd for him. Brie wondered if it was a rule that they couldn’t fraternize after an auction, or if Faelan was training extra hard now that his class was also coming to a close.Our last week…The thought depressed her.
She hurried to classroom forty-two, anxious to discover what unusual encounter Marquis had planned for her. Brie swung open the door and stopped cold. It was a kitchen.
Marquis stood beside the counter, along with Mary and Lea. “Running behind, Miss Bennett?”
She glanced up at the clock. Still five minutes early, but that seemed to mean nothing at this school. “Sorry, Marquis Gray.” She dutifully untied her corset, then set it to the side before kneeling in front of him. He ignored her, speaking to the other two girls instead.
“If you wish to be a full-time submissive, it will be expected that you can cook. You have heard the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? Well, in your case, the way to a Dom’s good graces is through pleasing his discerning palate.”
Brie’s jaw dropped.Cooking?That was one area she had no talent for or interest in. She desperately wanted to question him on it, but would not be allowed to until he acknowledged her.
“Although we are only going to touch on the basics today, you should be able to produce a few exceptional dishes to please a variety of tastes. I shall start you off. Once you prove you have mastered this basic skill, you will move onto Master Anderson in room forty-eight. He is trained as a gourmet chef and will further your education.”
Marquis Gray walked over to Brie and placed his hand on her head. “Come join us, pearl, but re-dress. I do not want to see burns on those lovely breasts.”
