Page 19 of Brie's Submission
He dripped the candle onto Lea’s pussy, covering it, and his cock, with the wax. He groaned in pleasure and did it again before blowing out the candle. He braced himself and then started ramming his dick into her. It was oddly fascinating to watch the body fat of the man move in waves as he pounded her fiercely.
Other than short gasps, nothing escaped Lea’s lips. Only his cries of passion echoed in the auditorium. He clutched her and finished with solid thrusts. Brie didn’t know how Lea had stayed silent through her pounding.
After he had pulled out, he leaned down and handed Lea a new candle. “I want you to come,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Lea grabbed it and began stroking herself with the same rapid pace her Dom had used when he’d fucked her. He rubbed her clit relentlessly with his beefy fingers. Soon Lea’s hips were convulsing in a rhythmic motion. Still, no sound came from her lips. Brie was impressed. Whatever Marquis Gray had done must have had a profound impact on her. Lea was doing everything in her power to stay in the program, and Brie was pleased.
Lea bowed to her Dom afterwards and quickly got dressed. She sat down, positively glowing. It was obvious she had enjoyed herself. Brie leaned over and whispered, “I thought of a joke for you.”
Lea looked at her and smiled encouragingly.
“A masochist begs a sadist, ‘Please hurt me.’ The sadist looks over with an evil smile and answers, ‘No.’”
Lea turned a deep shade of red and swallowed several times, trying not to laugh. For a second, Brie was afraid she was going to break her silence. Instead, she patted Brie’s hand in appreciation.
Yep, we’re going to be good friends.
Sir addressed the class again. “Ms. Taylor, you showed excellent control. I am glad to see you taking your lessons seriously. You followed your Dom’s lead and enjoyed yourself in the process. Is that a fair assessment?”
Lea nodded her head.
“Excellent. Then we shall move on.”
Brie’s heart was beating rapidly. There were only two girls left, and once she stepped onto the stage she would finally know if Sir planned to be her partner. Unfortunately, Marquis Gray called out Sanders’ name next.
“Good luck,” Brie whispered to Teri as she got up from her chair. Her hairy partner stood on the stage, waiting for her. Sanders’ Dom was a giant teddy bear of a man, all fur and muscle. Brie noticed that she paused on the stairs before continuing up.
The Dom had been tender with Teri after their little whipping lesson on the first night. It was obvious he had feelings for her. Unfortunately, it was equally obvious those feelings were not returned by the tiny brunette.
This time he was not carrying a whip. Instead, he was holding what looked like a delicate chain. Brie couldn’t begin to guess what he was planning to do with it. “Take off your top and put your hands behind your neck.”
Again, Teri hesitated. She slowly removed her corset and let it fall to the floor. She looked over at Sir before taking a deep breath. Teri clasped her hands behind her neck. He tied them together with a simple black ribbon. The pose looked quite sensual to Brie.
“Do you know what these are?” he asked in a deep baritone.
Teri shook her head.
“These are nipple clamps. They have a bit of a bite to them.”
He went to caress her breast with his large hand, but she shook her head. “No…I mean, red.”
Marquis Gray spoke up. “Miss Sanders, are you refusing the lesson?”
“Yes.”
“May I ask why?”
“I felt all confused after last night’s whipping. I liked it at the time, but later I didn’t. I don’t care for the feeling of not being in control.”
Master Coen conferred with Sir before stating, “We think it would be best if you ended the program now. Either you are not ready, or this is not your calling.”
Teri shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, I don’t think this is for me.”
Her Dom untied the ribbon and Teri grabbed her corset and rushed off the stage. Brie was brokenhearted that she was leaving. Sir’s claim that someone would quit the program was coming true, but Brie had never expected it would be Teri.
“Please don’t leave us,” Brie begged.
Teri shook her head as she quickly dressed. “I can’t do this, but best of luck to you two,” she said, purposely ignoring Blondie.
