Page 55 of Brie's Submission
Marquis Gray spoke up, “The way you did it was unusually sensual. Where did that come from?”
“I tried to make it pleasurable for my Dom.”
His eyes narrowed. “No, there’s something more to it. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.” Brie blushed, hoping he wouldn’t figure out that when she had been deep-throating Baron, she’d also been thinking of Sir.
“Whatever the case, it was impressive, Miss Bennett,” Master Coen stated. “I really have no criticism.”
Naturally, Ms. Clark added her two cents. “I am curious. You did an excellent job with a slow, shallow thrust. I wonder, however, how you will fare when it gets a little rougher.”
Brie nodded her head, unsure how to respond.
The other girls’ critiques were not as kind. Brie would have silently celebrated her success, except for the fact that Ms. Clark’s words resonated in her head. Brie really didn’t know how she would handle it. In all her practice, she’d never tried to take the phallus hard and fast. Just the thought of it made her blood run cold.
Pride Before the Fall
Sir informed the trio, “You may proceed to the commons. We will retrieve you in a half-hour. Because of the nature of your second practicum, only liquid refreshments will be served.”
The girls remained silent as they walked down the halls. It was quite different from their normal chatting sessions. Of course, their sore throats certainly didn’t encourage witty banter.
Brie was grateful to see a nice selection of wine. She grabbed a bottle of Merlot and a glass and sat down at a table. Lea joined her with a couple of bottles of beer. Even Mary came over and sat down at the table. She’d chosen to mix herself a rum and Coke.
After a couple of sips, Mary shocked Brie by saying, “Okay, my doc says I have to share it with you so I’m just going to get it over with.”
Brie put her glass down and looked at her sympathetically.
“No! Pick that damn glass up and don’t you dare look at me.”
Brie glanced over at Lea, but said nothing. She picked up her glass of wine and stared at the opposite wall.
“Neither of you are allowed to say a word. I’m just going to say what I have to say and then I don’t want to hear you ever mention it again. Do you understand?” Mary growled.
Both Lea and Brie nodded without looking at her.
“Long story short, my mom abandoned me when I was eight. The bitch just up and left without a goodbye or anything. My dad…he was never parent material. He kind of lost it after she abandoned us.” Mary paused, probably contemplating how much to share. “I was left to fend for myself and I did okay on my own. But my dad never got over her leaving and he hated me for it. I could tell by the way he glared at me.”
Mary stopped and took a long drink. She seemed about to speak, but then she took another long sip. Brie felt for her and sincerely wished Mary didn’t have to reveal her painful past.
“So… By the time I was ten, my dad was heavily into drugs and drank all the time. But the only time it affected me was when he drank his rum and Coke and smoked crack.” She stopped again and drank over half of her cocktail. It surprised Brie that Mary would prefer rum and Coke when it’d had such a negative impact on her life.
Mary continued, “The combination did something to his brain and he changed.” She barked angrily, “He never touched me sexually, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Nobody said a word, so she went on, “My dad would make me lean against a kitchen chair and then he’d rant about how he wasn’t ever going to let me leave. That’s when the beatings would start. He knew exactly where to hit so that it caused the greatest amount of pain without leaving a mark. I think he got off on hearing me scream.” Mary picked up her glass and downed the rest of the drink. She got up and made herself a new one.
When she sat down again, she said off-handedly, “A guy would have to think about that, wouldn’t he? Where to hit a little girl so it didn’t leave a permanent mark? Even though he was drunk and high, I always suspected he was coherent on some level. He just fucking hid behind the drugs and alcohol as an excuse to hurt me.”
Brie took a sip of her wine, finding it hard not to turn and give Mary a hug.
“Can you imagine beating up a ten-year-old kid? I fucking hate him! Hell, I hate my mother just as much. He probably got his jollies beating on her too, but what kind of mother leaves her little girl behind with such an animal? I blame her every bit as much as my dad.” She mumbled into her drink, “They can both go to hell.”
She stopped talking and slowly downed the rest of the drink. Lea asked softly, “What happened last week?”
“Oh, that? Well, Tono has this weird way of tying people up. I liked it at first, but I don’t know… It was creepy. I think that’s what started it. The two of us were having a good time together. I mean he is a hot piece of ass and God, he can make a girl come. But after being tied up for so long, I started to hyperventilate. He asked if I was okay, but I didn’t want to stop so I claimed it was turning me on. He made a fine interrogator and we were just ramping up to the good stuff.”
She sighed heavily. “Tono threatened to hurt me unless I divulged more information. I told him where to go and he slapped my face like in my fantasy. Normally, I like that kind of thing but I just flipped out and started screaming hysterically. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” No one spoke when she’d finished.
Mary was a mystery to Brie.Drinking the same drink as her abusive father and seeking out situations similar to the abuse she suffered as a child?It was almost as if Mary were a moth, drawn to the flame that would eventually burn her.
The more Brie reflected on it, the more she believed it was good that Mary had come to the Training Center. With the help of her counselor and the guidance of the trainers, maybe she would find a Dom who could help her to overcome the demons of her past in a constructive way.
