What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (114 page)

Her Dom smiled down at her. “Concentrate on your loins, Miss Bennett, while I enjoy that lusty throat of yours.” He turned on the dildo to full vibration, which was in harmony with the one vibrating in her ass. She opened her mouth to him and he inserted his cock, pushing past the resistance and deep into her throat.

He leaned over, positioning the vibrator against her needy clit. She twitched when it made contact and moaned softly, but the sound of her pleasure was muffled by his large cock. He moved the dildo over her clit slowly, teasingly.

Just as the blood started pounding in her head, he pulled out so she could catch a breath. “I enjoy the control you have over your throat,” he complimented. “I have a better understanding of why you received a seven for your first auction.”

It was news to Brie that the bidding Doms had been informed of their prior ratings. It explained the lack of enthusiasm at Mary’s auction. She couldn’t help wondering how this Dom would rate her, but those thoughts flew out of the window when his dick claimed her throat again.

He pressed the vibrator hard against her clit as he pushed deep into her. The buildup was rushing forward to a crescendo she couldn’t control. She almost gave in to it, but he pulled back and said soothingly, “Not yet, Miss Bennett. Not yet.”

Her body was a torrent of sensation from the harmonic vibrations of the toys, the dull, throbbing ache of the clamps, and the total feeling of possession as he forced his cock down her throat. She was willingly and completely at his mercy.

He played with her breasts again, tugging lightly on the clamps, making her instantly aware again of their painful bite. “Now we’re ready. Take several deep breaths. I want to savor it.”

She breathed in deeply, infusing her blood with oxygen, before opening her mouth to him. He slid his cock into her throat, deeper than before, and then pressed the vibrator against the side of her erect clit. Her whole body tensed as it readied itself for release.

“Concentrate on all the sensations, Miss Bennett. Live in the moment and succumb to them.”

Brie didn’t last long, her body desperate for the impending orgasm. Her pelvis lifted off the paper, her heart beating like a drum as the first contraction hit. She made guttural noises as her ass muscles clamped around the anal stimulator and her clit pulsed in time with it. His cock became still, deep in her throat, and then began its own pulsing rhythm. They were in sync as they climaxed together. Hers ended before his and she had to lie quietly, not allowing herself to panic as he finished his orgasm.

He slowly pulled out and then stroked her face as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Now, remember what I said. No more cocks down your throat for at least two days. Doctor’s orders.”

She stared up at him and smiled. He really did have an odd sense of humor she enjoyed.

That happy feeling disappeared when he went for the last item on the tray. He held up the large syringe and pushed on the plunger. Clear liquid dripped down the length of the needle. Her eyes widened in fear.

He looked down at her and grinned. “I put this out solely for your benefit, Miss Bennett. I assumed a woman afraid of doctors must be afraid of needles. It is simply a prop.”

Brie started giggling out of relief. The laughter soon became uncontrollable as tears ran down her face.

His green eyes sparkled with amusement. “I had you going, didn’t I?”

She nodded vigorously, unable to speak. She went to wipe the wetness from her eyes, but he stopped her.

Her Dom leaned down and kissed her tears away. “Nothing is as sweet as tears of laughter, Miss Bennett.”

Doctor Harris helped her with her clothes before he dressed himself. Then he surprised her by taking her out to a small but exclusive restaurant. Instead of spending the entire time fucking her, this Dom chose to make conversation over plates of Portobello ravioli and red wine. He asked about her film experience and didn’t laugh when she told him about her film shorts. He seemed genuinely interested in her beyond her submissive persona, and it impressed Brie.

As she watched him over dinner, however, Brie realized that Doctor Harris didn’t have a chance with her. Yes, he was witty and charming, but he lacked Sir’s intense stare and the slight smirk that made her want to quiver at his feet. She was excited when the time came to return to the Center.

Once again, the three girls detailed their experiences for the panel. During the debriefing, Brie found out that Lea had spent the day acting out the role of a private to a very demanding female sergeant, while Mary had played the reluctant hooker being wooed by a smooth-talking pimp. Brie was relieved that Mary had had a positive experience this time around—it had made the normally unpleasant woman much more animated and personable.

After Sir had dismissed them, Brie invited Lea to join her after class for a little female debriefing and drinks. Mary remained in her seat, checking through her purse for something. Just as the elevator doors began to close, Brie felt a twinge of guilt. She stuck her arm out to open the doors back up.

“Hey, Mary Quite Contrary, you wanna hang for a bit?” Mary glared at her with her chin in the air, but Brie wasn’t fooled by her act. “Seriously, Lea and I want you to come. It’ll be fun.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Mary gathered her things and joined them in the elevator.

Lea looked at Brie questioningly, and then turned to Mary. “I hope you’re planning to buy several rounds of drinks. It’s the only way I’ll be able to stand you.”

Brie was surprised by Lea’s honesty, and stood there wondering how Mary would react.

“I insist,” Mary said with a smile. “With a couple of rum and Cokes in my bloodstream you might actually start to sound intelligent.”

Lea stuck out her tongue.

Brie couldn’t help it. She started to giggle and then it dissolved into uncontrolled laughter. Lea soon joined her. Brie watched Mary’s expression twitch, then crumble, and then she began laughing, too.

In that moment, the three became a true sisterhood. Brie beamed at the other two.
Look at us—the Three Musketeers of Submission.
The Training Center had no idea what it was in for…

Brie Embraces Bondage

B
rie looked over at Mary, formerly known as Blonde Nemesis, while she sipped on her gin martini. She’d taken the girls to a local joint with cheap drinks and a casual atmosphere for their feminine ‘debriefing’ after the second auction. The bartender was a friend of Brie’s, so he made their drinks strong in appreciation of her patronage. It wasn’t a sexy hangout spot by any means, but they could chat in their long coats—which covered their school uniforms—and no one would question it or bother them.

Tonight was all about sharing the little details only girls share with each other. However, Brie had invited Mary, and that choice seemed to be stifling the conversation. She decided a few personal (but not too deep) questions might help the girl to open up. “So Mary, I heard that you work in a pharmacy. What made you decide on that career choice?”

It was such a basic question, but it got a bizarre response. Mary turned beet red and twitched in her seat. Then she grabbed her rum and Coke and downed half of it. “It’s stupid. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Lea crinkled her brow in disgust. “Seriously, you won’t even talk about that? You suck.”

Mary remarked snidely, “I suck better than you, Gagalicious.”

Brie slammed her fist on the bar counter. “That’s enough, Mary. I brought you along because I wanted to get to know you and have a few laughs. But if you plan on being a bitch the whole night, then leave. Lea and I don’t need that shit.”

Mary put her hands in the air in a mocking sign of surrender. “Whoa, don’t get your panties in a wad there, Brie.”

Lea held up her glass threateningly. “You’d better leave now if you don’t want this drink in your face.”

Mary gathered her purse and stood up, but then she settled back in her chair. She quickly finished off her drink and asked the bartender for another one. “Oh, and get these girls whatever they want…and double it.” She added with a smirk, “Apparently, they need to be drunk to stand me.”

“Are you going to behave?” Brie asked.

“Yes, Miss Bennett.”

Brie relaxed a little and gave Lea a nudge with her shoulder. “You can put your drink down, Lea.” Then she addressed Mary. “So why did you choose to be a pharmacist?”

“If you must know, I became a pharmacist because of the movie
It’s a Wonderful Life
.”

Lea lifted her glass up again and growled, “What? Do you have to make a joke about everything? Brie just asked you a serious question.”

Mary snapped, “I
am
being serious, damn it. And if you give me a hard time I’m going to punch one of your fake boobs!”

Brie quickly scootched her stool in between the two of them. “Okay, so how did an old Christmas movie make you want to become a pharmacist?”

Mary huffed irritably before answering. “You know the scene where the pharmacist accidentally gives the wrong medication that could have killed the child? Well, when I saw that growing up, I knew that’s what I wanted to be because I would
never
make that mistake. In my mind, a dedicated pharmacist is an unsung hero.”

“I definitely never thought of it that way before,” Lea commented, sipping her drink instead of splashing it over Mary.

“But aren’t you too young to be a pharmacist?” Brie asked, knowing it took years of extra schooling.

“I graduated early.” She shrugged indifferently. “It’s not a big deal if you’re smart and motivated.”

Brie looked at her rival with more respect. “Who would guess an old black and white could inspire someone’s life?” She stared directly into Mary’s eyes, wanting her to know she was being sincere when she added, “I don’t think you should be embarrassed about your reasons for wanting to be a pharmacist. It shows an intriguing side to your character.” Brie clinked her glass against Mary’s and took a sip.

Lea leaned in, instantly changing the subject. “So, what do you guys think of Marquis Gray?”

“It’s easy to see what
you
think,” Mary said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t think we aren’t aware of all those lusty stares you give the man.”

“Am I that obvious?” Lea asked in concern.

Brie nodded. “The only reason I consented to a flogging was the way you looked at him after he ‘punished’ you.”

Lea blushed a nice shade of pink, all the way down to her overabundant cleavage. “Oh, but he does know how to whip a girl. I’m grateful for any session I get with Marquis.”

Brie shuddered pleasantly, remembering her own experience. “He
is
quite talented with the flogger.” Then she frowned and added, “Although…his dark eyes scare me. It’s as if they see straight into my soul and discover things even
I
don’t know about myself. It’s freaky.”

Mary grumbled, “I don’t know what is wrong with that man. He hasn’t shown any interest in teaching me, and I’m obviously the one who wants what he has to offer.”

Brie was afraid to share her thoughts, knowing how sensitive Mary was about her past. She was certain Marquis Gray didn’t want to train Mary until she had worked through the unresolved issues stemming from her violent childhood.

Lea jumped back in and asked, “What about Ms. Clark?”

“She’s a bitch,” Brie answered.

“Hear, hear!” Mary lifted her glass.

Lea looked uncomfortable and took a quick sip of her drink.

Brie’s eyes widened. “No
way
!”

“No way, what?” Mary snorted.

Brie shook her head in disbelief when she asked, “Lea, you don’t have a crush on Ms. Clark, do you?”

Lea grinned and shrugged. “What if I do? Ms. Clark is hot! I mean, you saw her blonde pussy up close, Brie. Isn’t that the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? I was so jealous when Sir asked you to join her on stage.”

“Are you kidding me, Lea? Eating her was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.” When Brie saw her friend’s hurt expression, she quickly added, “But she does have a damn cute pussy.”

“If you’re talking hot then you must be talking about Sir,” Mary purred. “That man… Finest cock I have
ever
had.”

Brie felt her jealousy rise up like bile. She was about to rain down her feminine fury on Blondie when Lea spoke up. “You may have had Sir’s cock, but it’s easy to see Brie has his heart.”

Mary sputtered, “You’re wrong. Sure…he may have had a thing for her…but it’s over and done. Heck, he barely looks at her now.”

Good,
Brie thought. At least Mary was clueless about their true feelings. Maybe the trainers were equally oblivious.
Well, all of them except Marquis Gray.

Desperate to change the subject, Brie mentioned Master Coen. “Have you ever seen so many muscles before?”

Mary took the bait and commented, “Shit, he looks like Mr. Universe. I just wanted to lick all those muscles when I was on top of him.”

“You know, I don’t think he is all that sexy,” Brie told her. “Sure, I like muscles, but not
muscles
. It’s too much.”