Page 159 of Brie's Submission
She frowned when she thought of Faelan next door and Tono off somewhere, talking to his father.
Marquis grabbed her chin, focusing her attention back on him. “You seem confused by the unexpected turn of events tonight, but your decision remains the same.”
She looked into his dark eyes and disagreed. “That’s not true. I don’t know what to do now.”
He shook his head, but was slow to elaborate. “You have already decided. I saw it in your eyes earlier. You simply haven’t accepted it yet.”
He sounded so confident that Brie believed him. “How is it you understand me better than I do myself? You always have.”
“Men are driven by sex to understand the feminine mind. Not by money, career or recognition.”
His words were profound and resonated through her. She finally understood her attraction to D/s. The unique sexual relationship was conducive to a deeper connection between a man and woman. A connection not found elsewhere.
The bell rang with its ten minute warning. Marquis had her stand as Celestia covered her back in soothing lotion before placing her corset back on and tying it tightly. Brie realized he had been gentle in his flogging so that it did not hurt overly much. He’d thought of everything—he always had.
Celestia brushed out her hair and touched up her makeup in the few remaining minutes. “I want you to be perfect for your Master,” she said, smiling like a proud mother.
My Master…
Marquis guided the two of them out of the room and Brie ran smack into Mary. Faelan was nowhere to be seen.
“What the hell, Mary?” Brie hissed.
“You’re the one who taught me to follow my heart,” she answered defensively. “Besides, if I don’t look out for myself, who will?”
“ButFaelan?” Brie growled.
“Yes, Faelan.” Mary turned away from her and whispered something to Master Coen before disappearing back into the room.
Brie was about to scream the word ‘bitch’ when she noticed Tono out of the corner of her eye. She could barely control her joy and eagerly motioned him into the room. Marquis nodded his agreement and gestured for Tono to join Brie. The smile on his beautiful face chased away all her ugly thoughts.
“You came back,” she said, trying not to sound as relieved as she felt.
“Of course, toriko. I would never leave you for long.”
She blushed at the thrill his words brought. The instant the door closed, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He shut his eyes and simply held her. She could sense his distress and trembled in the embrace.
Tono responded to her fear by pressing her head against his chest, holding her tighter. She accepted the constriction and breathed with him, standing in silence as she soaked in their simple harmony.
Brie eventually pulled away, knowing that she only had a limited time. “Tono…” She took his hand and tried to lead him to the couch. Instead, he directed her to the mat.
“Present yourself to me, little slave.”
Brie obediently dropped to the floor and arched her back in a beautiful curved shape, with her legs spread wide for his pleasure, just as he had instructed her in their first session together. She kept her head down, waiting for his next order.
Tono fisted her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her deeply. “My toriko, how well you remember my preference.”
“I delight in pleasing you, Tono.”
He smiled as he gracefully knelt down on the mat, gesturing her to him. Tono wrapped his strong arms around Brie and she laid her head back on his chest. She wanted to voice the question that was burning a hole in her heart but she chickened out, choosing instead to ask the first question from her list. “Can you tell me how old you are?”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I am thirty.”
She quickly did the math and announced, “You’re only eight years older. That’s not bad.”
“Glad you approve, little one.”
She giggled softly. “I already know what you do for a living…so I guess I’ll go on to the next question. Why did you choose to become a Dom?”
