Page 59 of Brie's Submission
“Color?” he asked.
“Green.”
He nodded and pushed himself deep into her throat again. He stayed still for a moment, and then thrust lightly several times before pulling out.
“Still okay?” he asked.
She nodded, realizing she wasn’t making any noises. This time, when he guided himself down her throat, she gave a muffled moan and looked up at him lustfully. He took that as an okay to thrust with more vigor, and she instinctually tensed.
I am his vessel,she reminded herself.I long to please him this way.His thrusts became longer and more forceful. Brie kept her eyes locked on him as he took her mouth for his pleasure, but she forgot to make noises of desire, so he pulled out.
“Color?”
She managed to croak, “Still green.”
“Then I won’t hold back any longer.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He regathered her hair. “Open wide, Brie. I plan to thoroughly enjoy that throat of yours.”
Brie remembered the erotic vision of Mary deep-throating her Dom with a look of peace on her face. She wanted to look just as erotic for Sir, but it was so much more than that. She was not offering herself as a vessel to him out of obedience, she was offering herself out of devotion and… She could no longer deny it. Brie gazed up at Sir withloveas he used her mouth to satisfy his lustful desires.
Sir groaned and eventually cried out. His whole body shuddered when the release finally came and he pumped his essence down her throat. For an instant, she saw a hint of the same vulnerability in his eyes she’d seen before, and it thrilled her.
He untied her hands and helped her to her feet. “You did quite well, Miss Bennett.” He re-dressed and then assisted with her clothing, pulling the corset tight. She looked up to thank him and was struck dumb. His lips were nearly touching hers…
Sir put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face the panel.
“How would you rate the experience, Miss Bennett?” Master Coen asked.
It was a ten; it would always be a ten with Sir. However, she could not tell the trainers that without causing problems, so she answered, “It was an eight.”
“That is a marked improvement from your previous experience,” he noted. “We were distressed when you failed to use the safe word the first time.”
Brie looked down at the stage floor in shame. “I’ve learned my lesson, Master Coen.”
“One can only hope that’s the case.”
“What was the difference from yesterday to today?” Marquis Gray asked.
She tried to keep her face emotionless when she answered. “I’m learning better how to give control away.”
“Thatisan expected quality in a submissive, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark interjected.
Marquis Gray’s voice had a serious undertone when he said, “Based on my observations, I believe what happened yesterday is closely related to your reluctance to eliminate in front of Rytsar Durov. Can you identify the connection?”
She braved a look into his dark, cavernous eyes, suddenly unsure of herself. “No, I don’t see the similarity.”
His eyes softened briefly. “I could tell you, but that would not be wise. You must learn to identify your weaknesses so that you can properly address them.”
Brie’s heart sank. Even though she had conquered the oral skill of deep-throating, Marquis Gray was claiming she still had a weakness—a weakness that threatened her future as a submissive.
“Think long and hard on this, Miss Bennett. If you fail to identify it, I’m afraid it will defeat you.”
A chill traveled down her spine. “I will do as you say, Marquis Gray.”
“I have faith in you,” Sir whispered, putting his hand on the small of her back as they walked off the stage. The simple gesture and his words of encouragement set her heart pounding again.
