Page 88 of Brie's Submission
Brie couldn’t believe that she was in the middle of a famous restaurant, deep-throating her trainer while a vibrator buzzed between her legs. It was surreal and erotic. She was almost disappointed when he came. His essence slid down her throat and she licked up any remaining traces before zipping up his pants and wiping her mouth with the napkin she’d dropped. She remained between his legs while he eased the vibrator back down to the lowest setting. Brie waited until she heard the command, “You can join me now.”
Brie lifted the white cloth and as nonchalantly as she could, sat back down on the chair, placing her hand on his upper thigh. She snuck a glance in Mr. Holloway’s direction and was grateful to see he was still engaged with his girls.
Marquis turned off the vibrator and looked at her knowingly. “That was not an easy command for you to follow. Do you regret it?”
Her eyes did not waver when she answered, “No, Mister Gray. I enjoyed it.”
He nodded and ordered, “Eat your salad.”
After dinner, they made their way back to the bus stop. The streets were still packed with people enjoying the LA nightlife. Brie noticed a sweet couple walking hand in hand. As they passed by, the girl smiled at her and the guy winked.
Marquis abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and grasped the back of her neck, kissing her deeply as he turned the vibrator on full blast. Her knees gave out, but he held her in his arms and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Not coming at that moment was extremely difficult—pure torture, to be exact.
He pulled away. “Nicely done, pearl. You denied your pleasure, but I am concerned.” Marquis looked into her eyes, penetrating her soul with his gaze. She could barely breathe under his intense scrutiny. “It’s painfully obvious there is much for you to learn.”
She wobbled in her shoes when he took away his support. He turned the vibrator to the lowest setting and held out his arm again. She took it warily and leaned against him as they walked.
She couldn’t bear the thought that he still found her lacking. “What do I need to learn?” When he remained silent, she begged, “Please, Mister Gray…”
He looked down at her with stern tenderness. “The fact you would ask shows how far you have yet to go.”
Brie wilted on his arm in defeat. She heard his warm chuckle. “You are unique, pearl. To many you seem wise beyond your years, but the truth is that they mistake your instincts for actual knowledge.”
She expected the bus ride home to be uneventful, but she should have known better with Marquis. It was much less packed, but the group sitting opposite them must have been bored and stared at the two shamelessly.
He used the situation to challenge her. Marquis whispered in her ear, “Do you think you can come without anyone being the wiser?”
She automatically answered, “I’ll try…” She was desperate to please him, but she stopped midsentence. Try wasnotan option with Marquis. She looked at him apologetically and corrected herself. “Yes, Mister Gray.”
He adjusted the control in his pocket and the buzzing began. Brie turned her head to look out of the window, trying to keep a stoic face. She squeaked when he turned the vibrator up. She let her hand, which had been resting on his shoulder, travel down so she could intertwine her fingers with his. She squeezed his hand hard when he turned the vibrator up to the highest setting.
Her breaths came in desperate, muffled gasps. She pressed her thighs together and softly mewed when Marquis Gray placed his warm lips on her neck. The contact sent her over the edge and her entire body stiffened before there was a burst of release. He kissed her on the lips, making her body pulse with electricity. Brie moaned into Marquis’ mouth as her body finally gave in to the luscious feeling.
When her muscles relaxed, he reached into his pocket and turned off the vibrator before sitting back in the seat. As far as the group watching was concerned, they’d just witnessed a kiss, not a sexual power play between a Dom and his submissive. Brie adored it!
She grabbed onto his belt loop when they left the bus, still riding the high from their encounter. She gratefully took the arm he offered and cuddled against him as they walked towards the Center. Brie hadn’t understood just how fun living the lifestyle under the watchful eyes of the world could be. She smiled up at Marquis Gray, hoping her eyes adequately expressed her gratitude. “Thank you for tonight,Mister.” He gave her a wry smile at the vanilla title.
Marquis stopped just before they reached the entrance of the school and lifted her chin to look her in the eye. “There will always be more to learn, pearl. Don’t ever stop, and don’t you dare settle for the status quo.” He didn’t let go of her chin until she’d nodded. Brie couldn’t help wondering if he was talking about her growth as a sub, or her future choice of Dom.
He guided her into the Center and the two made their way to the small classroom in silence. The other two girls were already standing before the panel. Brie let go of Marquis’ arm and stood with her fellow students, her head bowed respectfully.
“As with every practicum, we need to discuss your performance so that you can learn from the experience,” Sir reminded them. “Master Coen, why don’t you start us off?”
“Fine.” He laced his fingers together and stared at Mary intently as he spoke. “Miss Wilson began our outing well, remembering my protocols up until dinner. She found it amusing to try to feed me bites from her plate even after I clearly expressed my displeasure. It quickly became apparent she was seeking punishment.” Master Coen’s voice turned cold. “I do not care for disobedient subs, Miss Wilson—very few Doms do. Do not think for one second that you will get the punishment you were craving. There will be no spanking tonight. Instead, I will see you spend a half-hour in the stockade…alone.”
Sir added, “We are training submissives, Miss Wilson. The bratty sub may be endearing to a novice, but to a true Dom such behavior is viewed as disrespectful.”
“I am sorry, Master Coen,” Mary said. Brie glanced sideways, surprised to see that she did not look fazed in the least. Brie figured that her indifference was a façade and that she must be mightily unhappy that she would be heading to the stockade after class.
“Marquis, can you share what you observed with Miss Bennett?”
“Unfortunately, Miss Bennett never picked up on why I was using the vibrator tonight.”
Brie’s heart fell. Now she, along with everyone else, would hear of her failure.
“Please elaborate,” Sir stated.
The heat rose to her cheeks while she waited. It felt just like those first nights when the panel had picked her apart.
