Page 56 of Brie's Submission
Master Coen came soon after to collect them. Instead of heading to the auditorium, they walked back to the same classroom. When she entered, she saw her hot, Italian Dom waiting for her. She smiled, remembering how smooth and tasty his cock was.
Marquis Gray stood up to address the girls. “To be well-rounded submissives, you should be able to take a good face-fucking. Many Doms enjoy it. For your second practicum, we will observe how well you become vessels for your Doms.”
Brie froze. It was one thing to take a man’s cock on her own terms and have control of the action, but it was completely different to let him have free rein over her resistant throat.
“Kneel down before your Doms,” Marquis Gray ordered.
Brie did so slowly, with a growing feeling of dread.
Her dark-haired Italian commanded, “Undress me, slave.”
She undid his pants and pulled them off. His beautiful cock stood before her. She realized it was the exact same size as the dildo. It gave her a little more confidence. She looked down the line and noticed all three men were the same size.How thoughtful of the trainers to pick normal-sized cocks for our first face-fucking session.
Brie took her Dom’s cock in her hand and began kissing and licking his shaft. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth farther down on his dick. She adjusted and sucked harder, trying to build up the extra saliva needed to make it easier on her throat. After an ample amount of time, he pushed his cock against the back of her throat.
She gagged and instinctually braced her hands against his thighs, pulling away with tears stinging her eyes.
“Open,” he commanded.
She mentally prepared herself for the onslaught and opened her mouth to him. Again, he grabbed the back of her head and forced the length of his shaft down her throat. It wasn’t even a choice for her; she pushed against him and broke contact. It hurt.
She turned her head and watched Mary calmly taking the thrusting of her Dom, her face a picture of peaceful acceptance. It was almost beautiful to watch as his dick disappeared into her mouth, again and again in rapid thrusts.
Brie was determined to please her Dom that way. She put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide. After two of his forceful thrusts, her hands snaked around of their own accord and tried to push him away.
“Hands,” he warned.
She dropped them down to her sides, but the next deep thrust had her pushing against him desperately.
“Hands!”
Her arms hung in midair as she used all the willpower she possessed not to disengage. The tears fell and sobs escaped each time he thrust in and out of her. She could have used the safe word, but she refused, not wanting to fail in this.
She closed her eyes and endured. It was ugly. There was nothing sensual about how she took his shaft down her throat. Her nose was running and she couldn’t stop crying. He took pity on her and pulled away. She could only curl up over her knees and attempt to quiet her whimpers.
“Miss Bennett, please follow me,” Sir said, standing beside her.
She looked up, all snot-nosed and teary. She tried unsuccessfully to stifle the sob that erupted from her lips. He held out his hand and she took it.
Brie meekly followed him out of the classroom and they walked to his office in silence. He guided her to the chair and then sat down at his desk. He handed her several tissues and waited until she had control over herself.
“Why didn’t you use the safe word?” he asked quietly.
“I won’t give up. I can’t fail.”
“But you did just now.” The truth of his words crushed her. “I have always told you to be true to yourself. This was a prime example of what I was talking about. By stubbornly enduring it, you have harmed yourself and lessened the chance of becoming successful at this skill.”
She looked at him sadly and then broke into a fresh set of tears. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t stand failing.”
“In this case, you failed miserably. We didn’t stop you, because we all wanted to see you take control of the situation. Imagine doing something similar, or worse, on your own and then being permanently scarred by it. There is a reason we give you a safe word. What you failed to do is similar to the mistake Miss Wilson made. Donotlet your stubbornness or pride keep you from ending a scene that is traumatizing you—ever.”
Her tears had stopped by then. Now she only felt shame. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Marquis Gray is correct; most Doms will expect to take you in that manner. It is important you overcome your fear of it.”
She nodded despondently.
“Brie.” Her stomach fluttered when she heard hearing Sir say her first name. “What if I tell you that I want you that way?”
