Page 120 of Brie's Submission
She started untying the corset, but her hands fumbled with the laces. The way he was staring at her made it feel like her first time.Calm down!she commanded herself. She had at least four days more training than he did. That made her the veteran. She stood there confidently with her clothes in a neat pile at her feet, waiting for his next order.
“Turn around slowly.”
She felt the intensity of his gaze on every inch of her body. It was disconcerting how wet it made her.
“Go to the chair in the center of the room.”
She walked over slowly and faced him, keeping her eyes on his black marble floor.
He came over and showed her the rope in his hand. “I will be tying you to the chair. It will not feel comfortable. I want you to embrace the discomfort and know that you are doing it for me.”
She felt butterflies in her stomach. He was not going to be as easy to please as she had initially assumed. Ms. Clark’s voice rang in her head.You know what they say about assuming…
“Lay your shoulders on top of the back rest and keep your body in a straight line. I will support you until you are properly situated.”
Faelan helped her settle her shoulders on top of the wooden back, telling her to put her hands behind her. “Head back. Straighten your body.”
The chair dug into her skin and muscles as she braced her feet against the floor and made her body straight as an arrow. “Beautiful,” he said, running his hands down the length of her body. He tied her ankles together and attached them to the legs of the chair. It gave her some support and she was grateful for it. The crease of her ass lay against the edge of the seat and dug into her there, as well.
He tied her wrists together next and attached them to the rungs at the back. This also provided additional support, giving her a chance to remain in this position longer than she could have on her own.
Faelan tied a blindfold over her eyes next, then moved away from her. He said from the other side of the room, “You are beautiful, blossom.”
She could feel the emptiness engulf her when he left, and she worried that he was going to leave her like this. For a second she contemplated relaxing, but immediately dismissed it. She lay against the chair, keeping her stomach muscles taut to keep herself in place.
She felt a deep a sense of relief when she heard him return. “Did you miss me, blossom?”
“Yes, Faelan.” She was surprised how much she meant those simple words.
“We are going to play a game, you and I.”
Her heart rate sped up. What could he possibly have in mind with her tied in such a vulnerable position?
“It’s a guessing game.” Brie heard his footsteps as he walked across the room and stood over her. She couldn’t stop her quick, shallow breaths as she waited, feeling completely at his mercy.
Brie jumped when she felt the touch of something bitterly cold on her chest. It melted on her skin as he rubbed it over both breasts, making her nipples ache in response.
“What is it?”
“Ice, Faelan.”
“Very good.”
He took the ice away, and then kissed and licked her nipples, returning the warmth he had stolen from her. Then she heard him pick up a new item and felt something cold again. It glided over her stomach, but did not melt. She shook her head, unable to place what it was.
“Don’t move,” he said smoothly, then turned the item on its side so she could feel its sharpness. She gasped in fear and surprise.
“What is it?”
“A knife, Faelan.”
“Yes.” He chuckled lightly. The edge of the knife slowly glided down to her mound. She remained perfectly still, holding her breath. He cut through her thong and she felt him pull it away from her body. The flat of the knife returned and slid down over her clit, then the touch disappeared. She allowed herself to breathe then.
“Are you scared, blossom?”
“Yes, Faelan. A little…”
“Good.”
