What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (135 page)

“Damn you, Blue Eyes…” Brie growled as she lay on her bed. She placed the tiny bullet against her clit and closed her legs. It simply wasn’t worth getting in trouble with the trainers.

She turned on the device and sighed. This was a stupid punishment.
What a newbie!
Brie looked over at her bedside clock and noted the time. She was supposed to endure it for thirty minutes.

Brie turned her toy on full blast and squeezed her eyes shut.
Oh, damn, maybe this is going to be more difficult than I thought.
Her clit was already vibrating with the hint of an orgasm. But what had she expected? A night at the Training Center could do that to a girl.

She sighed in frustration and thought of Faelan; mainly how mad she was at him. However, thinking about those blue eyes had the opposite effect than what she had been going for and she felt her pussy start contracting in a quick orgasm. She turned off the bullet and stared at the ceiling.
Damn…
Now she would have to start over again.

Once her body had calmed down, she turned it back on and then immediately back off.
Too soon!
Brie got up and took a freezing cold shower. With her skin blue and her teeth chattering, she lay back down and placed the tiny bullet between her legs, back on full blast. She kept her eyes shut and endured. After an excruciating amount of time, she checked the clock.
Six freakin’ minutes. Holy crap!

“I hate you!” she screamed at the ceiling. She could just imagine Todd’s smug grin at knowing that three girls were enduring his punishment tonight. Brie concentrated on Jeff, the pathetic example of manhood at the tobacco shop. There was nothing sexy about the lazy shit and it helped to quell any stirrings in her loins. She glanced over and saw that she had made it another fifteen minutes.
Ten more to go.

Brie focused on Jeff’s face and was horrified when his eyes morphed into crystal blue orbs. Jeff smiled at her, but it was
his
smile. Brie heard Faelan’s voice whispering in her ear, while he teased her nipples with the feather.

She whimpered and looked at the clock.
Four more minutes…

For a newbie, he’d sure had an uncanny knack for teasing her. It surprised Brie that spending a night trying not to think of Faelan meant she was
only
thinking of him.

She stared at the clock and counted out the last two minutes. It was the only way to survive the ordeal. As soon as the second hand hit the twelve, she unclenched her legs and threw the bullet down on the other side of the bed. “A-ha! Take that!”

Seeing Blue Eyes the next evening was not easy. It was difficult to look him in the eye, but she didn’t want Todd to have that kind of power over her. Unfortunately, her mind went to mush when she gazed into eyes like blue oceans. There was definitely a different vibe to the man now. Neither of them said anything as he opened the door and let her pass.

As much as Brie had struggled with Faelan’s punishment, she was eternally grateful she had followed through with it, because it was the first thing Mr. Gallant asked the class about. “Raise your hand if you did your penance for last night’s interruption in the hallway.”

Brie looked over and saw the other two girls hesitantly raise their hands, too. She was surprised that Faelan had that kind of authority over their little group.

“Good. I do not want to hear about that kind of behavior again. Such foolishness not only reflects badly on you, but you also disrupted several classes that were in session.”

All three girls bowed their heads in shame. Really, it had been Brie’s fault, so she spoke up. “Mr. Gallant?”

“Yes, Miss Bennett?”

“It was m—”

“I don’t care to hear another word about it.” He started class as if nothing had happened. Brie looked over at her friends and shrugged.

At the end of the session, Mr. Gallant directed Brie to head straight to the auditorium instead of following Lea and Mary to their normal room. Brie was worried she was going to be made an example of by the panel.

“Do you know why, Mr. Gallant?” she asked.

“Yours is not to question but to obey, Miss Bennett.”

She nodded and left the classroom with her stomach in knots.

Brie listened to the lonely echo of her heels as she made her way down the empty hall. She opened the auditorium door and peeked inside. The sound of flute music filled the space. She literally squealed with happiness when she saw who was standing onstage.

“Tono!”

He put his finger to his lips and gestured for her to come to him. She clamped her mouth shut and ran down the aisle, then jumped into his arms. His embrace was magical, both safe and magnetic.

When his lips came down on hers, she willingly lost herself in his kiss. He pulled away too soon for her, but then cradled her cheek gently. “Toriko.” She looked into his chocolate eyes, adrift in their connection. The two stood in silence for several moments, having no need to speak.

Finally, he broke the spell. “You will miss the first practicum tonight because Kinbaku takes time, as you know, little slave.”

She could not contain her joy. Getting another chance to experience Tono’s mastery was more than she had hoped for. Brie looked down at the stage floor and saw that he had brought the green straw mat from his home. There was also a large brass ring and coils of jute—the smell of which was already calling to her.

“We do not have time for tea, I am afraid,” he said, with an impish smile. She pressed her head against his chest and grinned. Tono’s heartbeat was slow, strong, and reassuring.

“Come join me on the mat, toriko.”

She knelt down and closed her eyes when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind. She listened to his breathing and slowed her breath to match his. The mutual connection was immediate.

“Yes, toriko,” he said soothingly.

She tilted her head far back and kissed his chin. “I have missed you.”

He chuckled softly and picked up the jute, then placed it in her hands. “Kiss your restraint.”

She lovingly kissed the rope that would hold her in her own private heaven. She then pressed it against her cheek and whispered a word of thanks before handing it back to him.

“Tonight will be different. Tonight you shall fly, little one.”

“Tono?”

“You will be suspended by the jute.”

Brie gasped, a feeling of destiny flowing through her. She leaned her head against his chest. “I’ve secretly dreamed about it, Tono.”

“Good, because I have yearned to share this with you. Unfortunately, I must rush the process because your trainers want to share the Kinbaku experience with others.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Toriko,” he said, brushing his lips against her ear, “tonight you will only wear one item.” He opened his hand and she saw the red thong he had taken from her the first night they’d met.

“It will be my honor, Tono.” Brie stood up and undressed for him, sliding the thong into place under the watchful eyes of her handsome Dom. His eyes sparkled in appreciation.

When she moved back over to him, he grabbed her waist and kissed her stomach. “Tonight, when you feel moments of distress, what must you do?”

“Breathe with you.”

“Correct. Sit down on the mat and spread out the fingers of your right hand so we can begin.”

Brie closed her eyes as he wove the jute between her fingers and began the slow and delicious act of binding her. The tug and pull as he worked his magic played on her senses, taking her down the road of inner nirvana. Her body remembered and followed its path without hesitation.

He bound her right hand in a pose that lightly caressed her cheek. She wondered at the purpose, but remained silent as he began binding her chest with his slow, deliberate movements. The chest binding was her favorite part. Giving up the ability to take a deep breath demanded such an intense level of submission. She moaned softly.

“Yes, toriko.”

He bound her tighter than he had before. She listened to his slow, even breaths to calm the fear that threatened to burst forth. She wanted this—needed it, in fact.

She glanced down and saw her breasts framed by the jute, but then he placed a single rope across her nipples and tightened it. It was strangely erotic to have her nipples held by the unforgiving jute. When she looked up, he kissed her and she felt her body burn with powerful need. “I wa—”

He put his finger over her lips without speaking and continued his art. Tono bound her left arm in a pleasing position behind her back. Then he gently pushed her down on the mat and started on her legs.

She looked up at the dark void of the auditorium ceiling. Brie closed her eyes again and concentrated on the gentle music as her legs were claimed by the jute. Bound, unable to move, breath restricted, completely his…

“I will demonstrate the art of rope suspension.”

Brie opened her eyes and was surprised to see the auditorium full of trainers and students from both the submissive and Dominant classes. She hadn’t been aware of their arrival.

Tono continued speaking in his soothing voice as his hands ran over her body. “As with most activities, experience is essential. Nerve damage can result with suspension, so do not attempt without proper instruction.” Brie noticed that Tono had attached the large brass ring to chains above her. Through it, he had threaded the various strands of jute that bound her body.

“Kinbaku is an exacting method, but when done correctly the process will bind your submissive without pain.”

Tono addressed Brie. “Color, toriko?”

“Green.” She added in a whisper, “A lovely jute green.”

He smiled and then turned back to the audience. “Never leave your submissive alone once you have begun the binding process. You must also have EMT scissors ready, should you need to release them quickly.”

He gestured to the different points at which he had bound her. “The key is balance. To prevent damage, you must support the body.”

Tono looked down at Brie. “Are you ready to fly, toriko?”

She nodded, holding her breath as he took the ropes and began pulling her off the ground. The constriction increased as gravity took over. It felt as if the world suddenly dropped away from her, and she whimpered, “Tono…”

“Breathe,” he reminded her. He pressed his body against her so she could harmonize with him again. She closed her eyes and shut out the rest of the world as she reconnected with Tono. She felt him pull away and lift her higher, then the tugging and pulling began as he secured the ropes.

Brie kept her breaths slow and shallow as her body began floating within itself. She heard the sound of people clapping and realized that the pose he had created must look impressive.

“With your submissive bound like this, you are free to explore her sensuality without limitation.” He did something then that both surprised and pleased her. Tono grabbed onto the large brass ring and, using only his arm strength, pulled himself on top of her, his body lying lengthwise. The two were together in midair. His arm shook from the effort of supporting himself, but he smiled down at her. “And now I join you in your flight, toriko.” He leaned over and kissed her for a brief moment before lowering himself back down. It was so powerfully sexy; she wished he would do it again.

Instead, she felt him move between her legs and lift her wet thong out of the way. She moaned when his tongue made contact with her. She had thirsted for the gift of his mouth ever since their last time together. The moment he began lightly sucking on her clit, her body discharged the surge of orgasmic energy that had built up since their last meeting.

Brie mewed as her body tensed and relaxed in joyous release. She’d never come so fast before, but it did not dissipate like a normal climax. Instead, his constant suction demanded she fall deeper into the ocean of sensuality he had created. She willingly relaxed and let the ice-cold wave take her back to the place where desire meets otherworldliness.

His voice sounded distant, as if in a dream. “Come back to me.”

“Join me…” she whispered.

“Come back,” he repeated firmly.

She became aware of his hands trailing over her body. When she opened her eyelids, she was greeted by his smiling brown eyes looking down at her. He’d already set her back on the ground and was now undoing the larger bindings. Once she was free of them, he picked her up and carried her to the private room.

Instead of laying her on the bed, he sat on the floor with her and untied the rest of the jute. The feel of his hands was relaxing, slowly bringing her back into full awareness, although it was difficult to lose the rigidity of the jute—each release of rope felt like a loss of their connection.

“I didn’t want it to stop, Tono.”

He laughed softly. “You embraced it much faster and more fully this time, little slave.” When he pulled the last of the rope away, he traced the lines it had left on her skin. “I think the trails left behind are just as beautiful as the jute itself.”

She caressed his masculine jaw with her fingertips. “I love this.”

His gaze fell on her. “Kinbaku, or us?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but he stopped her. “Don’t answer. I should not have asked.”

He stood up, gathered the jute in one hand and held out his other to help her up. It was with great reluctance that she took his hand and left the tiny room. When she went to sit back down, she noticed a photo on her seat.

“What’s this?” she whispered to Lea.

“Tono said it was his inspiration for today’s demonstration.”

Brie looked at it closely and saw that it was a photo of her. The first one he had taken, in fact. Her hand was against her cheek as she looked at the camera with dreamy lust in her eyes. Looking at the photo instantly took her back to that day, to that specific moment in time with him.

This could be her life if she chose it…