Page 157 of Brie's Submission
“What would you like to discuss?”
Brie’s eyes opened wide when she heard Mary’s passionate scream ring out from the other room, and she shut her mouth, refusing to speak.
“I know what you need, pearl.” Marquis Gray whispered something to his partner, and she gracefully stood up and left the room. “Take off your corset and shoes. Leave everything else on.”
With shaking hands she removed the few items he required, trying not to think about what was going on with Mary.
Marquis Gray commanded her full attention. “On your knees, facing away from the door. I want you to look at me.”
She knelt down on the mat in the middle of the room and watched as he took off his jacket and shirt, then tossed them on the couch. She stared up at him, but flinched when she heard Mary cry out again.
“Ask me a question,” Marquis Gray insisted.
Brie forced her brain to think, sifting through the fog of her jealousy. Her first question to Faelan popped into her head and she asked, “How old are you?”
Marquis smirked. “Thirty-nine. How much older does that make me?”
She had to concentrate hard to do the simple math. “That makes you seventeen years older.”
“Very good, pearl. Nice to know your public education has amounted to something.” It took a few seconds for her to register he’d made a joke.
Celestia returned with a flogger and lace. Brie took in a deep breath, grateful he had read her undisclosed desire.
Marquis Gray took the items and knelt beside Brie. He tied the black lace over her eyes, murmuring softly, “Remember our first night, pearl? You were kneeling on that stage, a bundle of nerves but determined to show the world what a superior sub you were.” He chuckled warmly. “You have succeeded in impressing all of the panel, young lady, even those set against you.”
He stood up and she heard something drag across the floor. “Lean your torso against the ottoman.”
She did as he asked, anxious for the thud of the flogger against her skin to drown out the occasional noises coming from the other room. He swept her hair to the front and lightly tapped her back with the flat of his hand.
Brie heard Marquis command his sub, “Hold her hands.”
She felt Celestia lean against the opposite side of the ottoman and take Brie’s cold hands in her warm ones. The connection was instantly comforting.
Marquis spoke to Brie in a soothing voice. “You will listen to the music as you embrace the caress of the flogger. Let it remind you of your power. Be confident andknowthat circumstances cannot diminish your strength. Nothing can.”
Brie nodded.
“Are you ready, pearl?”
“Yes, Master.”
Mozart filled the room as he warmed up her skin with light hits from the flogger. It took several minutes for her to relax but as soon as she did, he leaned in and asked her color.
“Green.”
He shifted his stance and brought more strength to each swing. Brie moaned as the endorphins flowed and her limbs began to tingle, but she begged him to increase the strength of his hits.
“I am not your pain addiction,” he reprimanded. “You take what I give you.”
She felt ashamed, knowing he’d rightly perceived her desire to escape through pain.
“I will leave no marks for your Master, pearl. Fully appreciate each contact against your skin and you will not need it stronger,” he instructed. “I give this to you as empowerment, not escape.”
Celestia squeezed her hands in encouragement. Brie took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders before straightening her back for more. She received the next stroke with a different mindset. It sent shivers of electricity through her. She harnessed it.
Each successive stroke increased her resolve.I am powerful. I choose my submission… I choose whom I will serve.
She wanted to protest when he stopped, but realized their time was running short. The music ended and he removed the blindfold. “Better?”
