What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (112 page)

“Of course. I assumed you would.”

She didn’t know if it was overly bold, but she asked, “May I strip for you, Sir?”

He snapped his fingers and one of the assistants produced a chair. Sir sat down and graced her with one of his delicious smirks. “By all means.”

Brie swayed her hips from side to side, trying to lure Sir into her seductive web. She slowly untied her corset, letting it open, but not allowing it to expose her breasts. Before she undid the last tie, she turned around and looked over her shoulder at him as her corset fell to the floor. She covered her breasts with her arms, her milky white skin blushing with excitement as she turned back towards him. She gave him a sexy pout and then let her hands drop to her sides.

She playfully fingered her long, brown curls and twirled once for him. Then she shimmied out of her panties, held them up and, with a naughty little smile, let them drop to the floor. She briefly lifted her skirt to show off her bare pussy. Next, she removed her shoes and then her thigh-highs, one luscious leg at a time. She let the hose drift to the floor, on top of her small pile of clothing. She kept her microskirt on, in accordance with the first technique.

Brie approached Sir and slowly knelt down at his feet, ready to take his cock in the position recommended in the second technique. Sir’s smile had grown wider as he’d observed her.

“Entertaining to watch,” he complimented. He stood up and removed all of his clothes. She marveled at his fit frame, the dark patch of hair on his chest and his princely cock. Then he stood before her, his handsome manhood just inches from her face.

“I want you to suck me the same way you did Baron.”

Tears of gratitude pricked her eyes. She was being given permission to express her feelings for him before the practice session. Brie took his rigid and perfectly formed cock in her hand, guiding it to her lips. She swirled her tongue over the ridge of his smooth head and moaned softly, remembering the third technique.

Brie took her time as she took more and more of him into her mouth, building up the anticipation of when her lips would encase his entire shaft. She continually snuck glances at Sir and made lusty noises. He met those glances with his intense stare. He remained silent, but seemed completely entranced by her mouth.

When she felt ready, she looked up at him, hoping her honey-colored eyes clearly expressed her total and complete devotion. The head of his cock breached the entrance of her throat and she slowly forced it down until her lips touched the base of his shaft. Then she grabbed his hips and began the gentle, shallow thrusting motions. Sir threw back his head and let out a deep sigh.

When she needed oxygen, she slowly pulled away, but did not release his cock from her lips. She remembered the fourth technique and guided one of his hands to the back of her head. She purred at the feeling of submissiveness the simple contact inspired. Then she let his hard cock slide back down her tight throat. She began the thrusting motion with a little more enthusiasm. This time Sir groaned in pleasure and a wave of wetness coated her aching pussy. Pleasing Sir was such a turn-on!

She continued loving his cock with her throat. The saliva built up until it was freely flowing from her mouth, but she did not wipe it away—technique number five. She knew it would increase his pleasure, providing his cock with the right amount of friction.

Brie wanted to continue forever, but he finally pulled away and stated, “I want to fuck your face now.”

Her loins contracted in pleasure and fear. An assistant entered the stage and handed Sir a strip of red satin. He looked down at Brie tenderly. “I don’t want your hands to be a distraction for you this time.”

Sir tied her wrists together behind her back. She was grateful. Not having control of her hands would allow her to focus better. He stood before Brie again, his cock stiff and hungry for her.

“Open yourself to me.”

She trembled. The way he said it was sexy and romantic. He wasn’t treating her like a hole to be fucked; he was asking her to give a part of herself.

“If it pleases you, Sir,” she whispered hoarsely. She opened her lips to his manhood.

He gathered her hair with one hand and used it to guide her onto his cock. He gradually forced her mouth farther down his shaft. “First I’ll start off gentle, and then I’ll give it to you rough.”

Brie moaned. Sir was going to take her in the same manner he’d taken her anal virginity. He knew what her body could handle and would help her to succeed in pleasing him. She relaxed as he pushed the head of his shaft against her throat. Brie unconsciously gagged, but did not fight when he forced it past the resistance. She felt the length of him travel down her throat until her lips touched the base of his cock. He slowly pulled back out and let her catch her breath.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green.”

He nodded and pushed himself deep into her throat again. He stayed still for a moment, and then thrust lightly several times before pulling out.

“Still okay?” he asked.

She nodded, realizing she wasn’t making any noises. This time, when he guided himself down her throat, she gave a muffled moan and looked up at him lustfully. He took that as an okay to thrust with more vigor, and she instinctually tensed.

I am his vessel,
she reminded herself.
I long to please him this way.
His thrusts became longer and more forceful. Brie kept her eyes locked on him as he took her mouth for his pleasure, but she forgot to make noises of desire, so he pulled out.

“Color?”

She managed to croak, “Still green.”

“Then I won’t hold back any longer.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He regathered her hair. “Open wide, Brie. I plan to thoroughly enjoy that throat of yours.”

Brie remembered the erotic vision of Mary deep-throating her Dom with a look of peace on her face. She wanted to look just as erotic for Sir, but it was so much more than that. She was not offering herself as a vessel to him out of obedience, she was offering herself out of devotion and… She could no longer deny it. Brie gazed up at Sir with
love
as he used her mouth to satisfy his lustful desires.

Sir groaned and eventually cried out. His whole body shuddered when the release finally came and he pumped his essence down her throat. For an instant, she saw a hint of the same vulnerability in his eyes she’d seen before, and it thrilled her.

He untied her hands and helped her to her feet. “You did quite well, Miss Bennett.” He re-dressed and then assisted with her clothing, pulling the corset tight. She looked up to thank him and was struck dumb. His lips were nearly touching hers…

Sir put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face the panel.

“How would you rate the experience, Miss Bennett?” Master Coen asked.

It was a ten; it would always be a ten with Sir. However, she could not tell the trainers that without causing problems, so she answered, “It was an eight.”

“That is a marked improvement from your previous experience,” he noted. “We were distressed when you failed to use the safe word the first time.”

Brie looked down at the stage floor in shame. “I’ve learned my lesson, Master Coen.”

“One can only hope that’s the case.”

“What was the difference from yesterday to today?” Marquis Gray asked.

She tried to keep her face emotionless when she answered. “I’m learning better how to give control away.”

“That
is
an expected quality in a submissive, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark interjected.

Marquis Gray’s voice had a serious undertone when he said, “Based on my observations, I believe what happened yesterday is closely related to your reluctance to eliminate in front of Rytsar Durov. Can you identify the connection?”

She braved a look into his dark, cavernous eyes, suddenly unsure of herself. “No, I don’t see the similarity.”

His eyes softened briefly. “I could tell you, but that would not be wise. You must learn to identify your weaknesses so that you can properly address them.”

Brie’s heart sank. Even though she had conquered the oral skill of deep-throating, Marquis Gray was claiming she still had a weakness—a weakness that threatened her future as a submissive.

“Think long and hard on this, Miss Bennett. If you fail to identify it, I’m afraid it will defeat you.”

A chill traveled down her spine. “I will do as you say, Marquis Gray.”

“I have faith in you,” Sir whispered, putting his hand on the small of her back as they walked off the stage. The simple gesture and his words of encouragement set her heart pounding again.

B
rie was far less nervous on her second Auction Day. After having such an amazing experience with Rytsar Durov the week before, she was confident she would thoroughly enjoy herself. Mr. Gallant had informed the girls that they would be playing out their Doms’ fantasies this time around.

She was certain Tono would bid for her and she was looking forward to alone time with the captivating Dom. Even though they’d only had one encounter together, it was one she couldn’t forget. They had a special connection she hoped to explore further. Much to her relief, her monthly ‘condition’ had played out and wouldn’t affect her time with him.

When her name was called, Brie walked gracefully onto the stage with her gaze glued to the floor. Ms. Clark would have no reason to discipline her this time around.

The announcer said loudly, “Miss Bennett is twenty-two with a bachelor’s degree in filmmaking outside these walls. Her trainers describe her as a quick learner.”
Quick learner—now, that’s more like it!
That was tons better than last time, when she had been labeled ‘difficult’. Brie silently wondered if Sir had had something to do with it.

Although Brie did not look up, she could sense that Tono wasn’t in the room. Her heart sank as the bidding started and she didn’t hear his warm voice among the crowd. There was no bidding war like the one she had experienced the first time and before she knew it, the announcer called out, “Going once… Going twice… Sold to Master Harris for five hundred dollars.”

Brie almost peed her panties. Master Harris had bid on Lea the week before. He had a fetish for the doctor/patient scenario—and Brie
hated
doctors.

She trembled as he came up to her. She studied him out of the corner of her eye. He was handsome in a clean cut, all-American sort of way—six feet tall with a swimmer’s build, chestnut hair, and green eyes. He even had cute dimples to go with it. Master Harris took her arm and she walked quietly beside him, trying to keep her fear from showing on her face.

It was one thing to live out a favorite fantasy. It was quite another to live out someone else’s fantasy, especially when that fantasy was disturbing to her. She stood meekly by as Lea was auctioned off to a Dominatrix named Mistress White and Mary to a man named Sir Edwards. Poor Mary only received one bid, for two hundred dollars. Brie felt embarrassed for her and wondered if Mary’s ‘episode’ had gotten around to the other Doms.

Master Harris interrupted her thoughts by leaning over and whispering, “I hear you are frightened of doctors. I want you to know that turns me on.”

Her lips quivered, but she nodded in response and followed him out of the Center. During the car ride, she remembered to face her Dom, even though she did not stare directly at him. Unlike Rytsar, who’d had an entourage, Master Harris drove his own car. However, it was a Lexus, which totally fit his doctor persona.

“When was the last time you were at the doctor’s?” he asked.

Brie answered hesitantly, “A year ago.”

“You are definitely due for a complete examination.”

Her gut twisted. She reminded herself that Lea had loved this fantasy and had given this Dom a nine out of ten.
It can’t be all that bad, right?

He pulled up to a small but classy house on the side of a hill. Here in LA, a place like this would be worth millions. Master Harris turned to her and said with a wink, “Your safe word is apple.”

She giggled, liking his sense of humor. He ushered her out of the car and into his home. Once they were inside, he walked her to a tiny room with a single chair.

“Sit and wait for your name to be called.” He exited through a door on the other side. She could hear the clanging of metal instruments as he got things ready. She swallowed hard, her entire body a tangle of raw nerves.

The small waiting room was bland, with poor reproductions of classics hanging from the walls. There was even a side table with outdated magazines. All that was missing was some bad elevator music. This guy was really into the whole doctor routine. No wonder Lea had been thrilled by it—but it was totally lost on Brie.

She jumped when he opened the door. Her Dom was dressed in a white coat, complete with a stethoscope hanging from his neck. “Hello, Miss Bennett. My name is Doctor Harris.” He gave her a dimpled grin and held out his hand, his demeanor friendly and welcoming.

She slowly got up from the chair and shook his hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze and gestured for her to go into the room. As she walked by, he caressed the curve of her ass underneath her skirt.
Such a naughty doctor.
Maybe this would be fun…