What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (95 page)

Taylor arched her back beautifully, thrusting her chest in the air. He tilted the candle over her right breast and let the hot wax run onto her nipple. Brie noticed that she jumped, but Lea did not make a sound. The liquid wax slowly traveled down her round breast to her ribcage and onto the mat.

Her massive Dom switched to the left breast and let the wax drip onto that nipple as well. She jumped again, making Brie wonder just how hot the wax was. He stood up and retrieved another candle. “I want to see you pleasure yourself with it.”

Lea took it from him and slid it between her legs. She rubbed it against her pussy as he continued to tease her with the hot wax. Lea inserted the tip of the candle inside herself and lifted her hips up. She started pumping it into herself and her Dom growled in satisfaction.

He dripped the wax over her stomach, causing her to squirm further. Then he pulled his cock from his briefs and demanded she stroke it. She continued to thrust the candle deep as she stroked his shaft with her other hand.

He dribbled the wax over her mound and Brie heard Lea take a sharp breath, but otherwise remain silent. “You like it, don’t you, pet?” he crooned over her. Lea nodded.

The massive man moved between her legs and took hold of the candle she was playing with. He pulled it out and placed it on the stage floor. He replaced the candle with his substantial cock. Lea wrapped her legs around the man’s great waist and threw her head back in what looked like pleasure. It was odd to watch the scene play out without her vocalizations, which helped reinforce the lesson Brie had learned the night before. She definitely needed to communicate effectively with her Doms.

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.

She looked over at the trainers. “Thank you. I’ve learned a lot from this experience.”

They inclined their heads towards her in response, and Sir added, “If you ever change your mind, our doors are open to you.”

She turned and walked away, the auditorium reverberating with the sound of her clicking heels.

It was a lonely sound.

B
rie could tell Sir was looking straight at her, but she kept her eyes down. Now was her moment of truth. “Miss Bennett, come up to the stage.”

She glanced up at him and basked in his warm smile, but her heart skipped a beat when he went to sit back down. She slowly walked up, her disappointment hard to mask. When she saw Baron walking up the other side, she gasped. His look frightened her.

Baron wore a black leather mask over his head. It covered his entire face and gave him an ominous quality. It instantly brought up her childhood memories of being beaten in school. She started to back away as he approached. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

It wasn’t until she looked into his eyes that she stopped shaking. Baron’s dark hazel eyes reflected confidence in himself and in her. She stared into them, trying to regain her courage.

Ms. Clark protested, “Miss Bennett is doing it again. She is not averting her eyes as a submissive should.”

Brie instantly looked down, but trembled as he moved towards her. When he placed his dark hand on her forearm, she was instantly transported back to her childhood. She whimpered pitifully, “Don’t hurt me.”

Baron lifted her chin and looked directly into her eyes. “You are going to have to trust me.”

The connection was re-established and her fears began to abate. He ran his hands over her body, reminding her of his gentle caress. He was not one of the bullies of her past, even if he looked dangerous behind that dark mask.

Ms. Clark interjected, “If she looks you in the eyes when you are not speaking to her, I want you to punish the girl.” The word
punish
only added to Brie’s blossoming fear. She tried to calm her breathing, knowing that she was close to hyperventilating. She heard Baron growl under his breath. His negative response to Ms. Clark’s order reassured Brie, and she began to relax. She could trust him. He would not do anything to harm her.

A strange rope contraption began to lower from the ceiling. Brie tensed when she saw it.

“Have you ever tried a sex swing before?” Baron asked.

She shook her head, glancing at him only briefly before looking down again. The mask really upset her.

“It is not the only surprise I have for you, kitten.”

Brie felt her pulse begin to race. He slowly undressed her, and then placed his dark hand over her left breast. “Your heart is beating so fast,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. She longed for him to kiss her, but the leather mask prevented it. It was an unwanted barrier between them.

Baron lifted Brie off her feet effortlessly and placed her in the swing, directing her to put her feet in the hanging stirrups. It had almost a bondage vibe to it that she liked. “Use your hands to support yourself like on a regular swing,” he instructed, letting her go. She swung slightly in midair. It was a completely helpless feeling to have her pussy open and splayed out for her Dom’s taking.

He disappeared from her line of sight while she swung there. She tried to ignore the fact the other girls could see her most intimate parts. Baron had a knack for exposing her to the audience like that. It made her wonder if he did it on purpose.

When he approached her again, she suddenly panicked. The dark mask, his dark skin, and the aggressive way he moved towards Brie reminded her again of the beatings she had taken when she was young. She started whimpering and struggled in the harness, desperate to get away from the pain she knew was coming.

“Shh…” he said softly. She looked into his eyes and instantly knew calm. She could trust him as long as she was connected to him through his gaze. He moved between her legs with an unknown object in his hand and she did not struggle.

Ms. Clark stood up to protest, but Sir intervened. “Baron knows what he is doing. Let him train his sub without interruption.”

Brie felt Baron spread a watery gel over her clit and outer lips. Immediately, she felt heat begin to build on the affected areas. She didn’t know what it was and started panting in distress. The burning continued, growing even stronger.

He left her again. When he returned, he slipped a ring over his cock and moved over to her head. “Pleasure my dick,” he ordered.

She leaned her head back and opened her lips wide to take in his shaft. He guided her movements and she swung back and forth, taking more and more of him with each pass. His manhood responded to her attention and grew considerably in girth and length.

“Do you feel the heat?” he growled seductively. She nodded an affirmative with his cock in her mouth. “It is going to enhance your experience, kitten. I plan to torture you with pleasure.”

Brie moaned. The words ‘torture’ and ‘pleasure’ didn’t belong in the same sentence, but she was curious as to what it meant for her.

He pulled away and commanded, “Head back.” She pulled her head back farther and looked down at the stage floor. He let her swing there for a few moments. The waiting, not knowing what he had planned, was torture in itself.

She felt him move between her legs and then he lightly stroked her clit. The gel he had applied made her super sensitive. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. In just a few minutes with only the lightest of touches, Baron had her orgasming for him.

He chuckled softly. “I let you have the first one for free, but now you have to wait until I give you permission to come.”

“Yes, Baron,” she answered, unsure how she was going to control herself.

He grabbed her thighs and eased his cock into her moist tunnel. He pushed her away from him and then pulled her back. The swing added force to the movement and her pussy crashed against his cock, sending pleasant shockwaves through her. Brie squealed in excitement.

“You like, that don’t you, sex kitten?” She nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing pleasure between her legs.

He increased the force of his thrusts, making her clit ache with need. Whatever he had lathered on her was having a major effect. She whimpered, each thrust sending fire-bursts of pleasure through her.

“Feeling good? Well, I am about to send you over the edge. Don’t you dare come.”

She bit her lip as he started manually playing with her clit while penetrating her. Brie started whimpering and then screaming as she felt her pussy contract. There was no stopping it, and she came all over his cock.

Baron tsked and pulled out. “Now you must be punished.”

Instead of fear, her poor pussy contracted in pleasure. It wanted whatever attention he planned to give her. He walked off the stage and returned with a flogger. It looked like a whip, but with many angry tails. She shuddered and closed her eyes, waiting for her punishment.

“Open your eyes and tell me what you did wrong.”

Brie looked at him warily and answered, “I came without permission.”

“Yes. As a responsible Dom, it is my duty and privilege to punish you. Lean back and lift your legs higher.”