Page 97 of Brie's Submission
The Dom went to the first girl and allowed her to suck his cock while the two others watched. His hand combed through her short hair and he said something to her that made her smile with his cock still in her mouth. He pulled away from her and went to the middle girl. He guided his shaft into her mouth and commanded that the other two play with his balls while he face-fucked her.
Brie looked down at the floor, overcome with desire.
“Do you like what you see, my young Miss Bennett?”
She made sure to speak loudly enough for him to hear without disturbing the scene. “Yes, Master Anderson.”
He leaned down and told her, “Tonight you shall address me as Master.”
Brie braved a look into his luminous green eyes, realizing that he was more than a trainer tonight; he was to be her partner. She answered quietly, “Yes, Master.”
Master Anderson smiled mischievously when he asked, “Can you guess what my specialty is?”
She stared up at the towering Dom, at a loss for words, so she just shook her head in response.
“I am the master of the bullwhip. Have you ever felt its bite?”
Again, Brie shook her head, afraid to speak. The bullwhip was a far more intimidating appliance than any flogger.
“Do not fret, Miss Bennett. I can whip you with the lightest of touches.” He lightly brushed a fingertip against her arm. “Or cut you deep with a quick snap of my wrist.” He said it matter-of-factly, without malicious intent.
Brie let out a nervous sigh. “I look forward to feeling your expertise, Master.”
His laughter was low and engaging. “I like your enthusiasm, young Brie. It contrasts so well with the look of apprehension showing on your face.”
Master Anderson led her to an especially long and empty alcove, ripe with the clean scent of an ocean breeze, which made perfect sense as the inside walls were painted a calming blue. It contrasted sharply with the chains hanging from the ceiling.
“Our time has come, Miss Bennett.”
Brie’s loins contracted in…what? Fear or excitement? She wasn’t sure. She bowed to him and answered dutifully, “Yes, Master.”
“You will remove all your clothes, except for your skirt.”
She quickly undressed to his specifications, but squeaked unconsciously when she saw Sir hand Master Anderson a fierce-looking leather whip, the kind Indiana Jones used. It looked far, far more menacing than Marquis’ flogger. Brie put on a brave face, knowing that Sir was going to observe the scene. To calm herself, she focused on keeping her body supple and pleasing while she waited for the next order.
“Very good, slave. Move over to the X on the floor and face the wall. Put your feet on either side of it. It will be the stance you remain in for the entire scene.”
“Yes, Master.” Brie trembled when he took her left wrist and lifted it high, then buckled it into the leather cuff attached to the chain.
She could feel the eyes of others on her and sensed a crowd gathering. Master Anderson took her right arm and fastened it tightly. Then he pulled on the chain, spreading her arms out wider and making it taut. She swayed as he adjusted it, but did not move from her designated spot.
He leaned down next to her ear. “We will use the common safe words. I normally use a different phrase, but the rules of this establishment don’t allow for it. A simple ‘red’ will end our session, although I do not expect you will use it.” He moved to her other ear. “I plan to make you drip for me, slave.” He moved her long, brown hair to the front, covering her breasts and exposing her back. Then his warm lips landed on her neck and he sucked on the sensitive skin until it burned. Brie moaned softly as he pulled away, her whole body tingling from the contact.
He said from behind her, “I am going to warm up first. Listen to the crack of the whip and know that it will soon be caressing your skin.”
Brie jumped, her heart skipping a beat the first time the whip cracked beside her head and she felt the rush of air. Her nipples hardened into tight buds.
“You’re lucky you landed in the same spot, slave. But I will punish you next time, for I commanded that youmust notmove.” She could hear the amusement in his voice. He had obviously known she would jump.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and answered, “I will not move, Master.”
The whip cracked on the other side. It came with incredible speed and the sound of it hurt her ears. Brie twitched, but didn’t budge from her spot. Surprisingly, her pussy pulsed in response. Her time with Marquis had accustomed her body to the idea that pleasure could be found in pain.
“Are you ready, slave?”
Brie closed her eyes and said in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, Master.”
The first stoke landed and felt like a warm touch, nothing more. Brie opened her eyes in shock. She heard Master Anderson chuckle softly. “Were you expecting something different, slave?”
