Page 15 of Brie's Submission
Taylor scrambled up, groaning loudly. Brie concentrated on trying to move gracefully even though her body was stiff. She stumbled a little, but got to her feet.
The ghostly white trainer stood up and addressed the girls. “Look me in the eye and tell me if you obeyed the command.”
Blondie spoke first. “Yes, Marquis Gray.”
Sanders was next in line and answered, “I did, Marquis Gray.”
Brie wondered what Taylor would say, but the girl remained silent.
Brie looked into Marquis’ intense eyes and almost lost her power of speech. It was as if he was looking into her soul, wanting to devour her. “I did as you commanded, Master.” She blanched a little and corrected herself. “Marquis Gray.”
He snorted. “You may call me Master if you wish.” There seemed so much more behind his words than a simple jest. It made her quiver inside.
Blondie tattled shamelessly. “Marquis Gray, Taylor did not follow your command.”
He glanced Blondie’s way, but did not acknowledge her. Instead, he looked at Ms. Taylor and asked, “Is this true?”
She responded immediately, “Yes, Marquis Gray.”
“What did you fail to obey?”
“I talked, sir.”
“Is that all?”
Blondie spoke up again. “She made jokes and complained. She tried to ruin it for the rest of us.”
Marquis Gray’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Taylor. “I do not think you are worthy of our training.”
Brie didn’t want to see Taylor go; she really liked the girl’s sense of humor. “Marquis Gray, do I have permission to speak?”
He walked over to her and moved in invasively close. Brie’s nostrils were assaulted by his manly scent and she felt the heat of his breath on her cheek. “Speak,” he commanded.
“Ms. Taylor was trying to…keep our spirits up. I do not feel she should be punished for trying to help.”
“Should you be punished then?” he asked in a deep, ominous tone.
She quickly answered in the negative. “Only if it pleases you.”
He leaned in next to her ear and whispered hoarsely, “Ah, but it would please me…”
Brie felt her insides contract in fear. Marquis Gray moved back to the table and the four trainers discussed the situation quietly amongst themselves.
Had Brie just ruined her chance with Sir by standing up for Taylor? She had to fight off the tears burning her eyes. She was determined to remain strong and take the punishment with dignity. Taylor glanced her way with an apologetic look in her eye. Blondie, however, gloated. Brie wanted to wring her thin, little neck.
Sir stood up. He smiled pleasantly at her nemesis and stated, “I will speak with you privately, Miss Wilson, following the practicum.”
Brie’s heart fell. Had he chosen a new favorite based on her actions?
Marquis Gray addressed Taylor. “Your disobedience must be punished, regardless of the reasons for it. You will be joining me at the end of the practicum.”
Neither trainer spoke to Brie. They continued the practicum with no further explanation. Master Coen, the overly muscular trainer, snapped his fingers. Four attractive men entered the room and stood before each of the girls. Brie faced a gorgeous man with long, dark bangs that partially covered his eyes. He had a sexy Asian look to him that reminded Brie of her favorite character in Japanese anime. His features were definitely pleasing, but all she could think about was Sir.
Master Coen addressed the group. “Your Doms will be teaching you basic positions. We will be observing how well you respond to their instruction. Expect to be critiqued afterwards.” He sat back down, picked up a pen and began scribbling something. She wondered which of them had already screwed up.
Brie closed her eyes and was instantly hit with a vision of Sir taking Blondie in his office. It tore at her heart. Then her Dom commanded, “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and gazed into the richest chocolate brown eyes she’d ever seen.
“You will address me as Tono.” His voice had a velvety quality that thrilled her.
