behind his words than a simple
jest. It made her quiver inside.
Blondie tattled shamelessly. “Marquis Gray,
Taylor did not follow your command.”
He glanced Blondie’s way, but did not
acknowledge her. Instead, he looked at Ms. Taylor and asked, “Is
this true?”
She responded immediately, “Yes, Marquis
Gray.”
“What did you fail to obey?”
“I talked, sir.”
“Is that all?”
Blondie spoke up again. “She made jokes and
complained. She tried to ruin it for the rest of us.”
Marquis Gray’s eyes narrowed as he glared at
Taylor. “I do not think you are worthy of our training.”
Brie didn’t want to see Taylor go; she
really liked the girl’s sense of humor. “Marquis Gray, do I have
permission to speak?”
He walked over to her and moved in
invasively close. Brie’s nostrils were assaulted by his manly scent
and she felt the heat of his breath on her cheek. “Speak,” he
commanded.
“Ms. Taylor was trying to…keep our spirits
up. I do not feel she should be punished for trying to help.”
“Should you be punished then?” he asked in a
deep, ominous tone.
She quickly answered in the negative. “Only
if it pleases you.”
He leaned in next to her ear and whispered
hoarsely, “Ah, but it would please me…”
Brie felt her insides contract in fear.
Marquis Gray moved back to the table and the four trainers
discussed the situation quietly amongst themselves.
Had Brie just ruined her chance with Sir by
standing up for Taylor? She had to fight off the tears burning her
eyes. She was determined to remain strong and take the punishment
with dignity. Taylor glanced her way with an apologetic look in her
eye. Blondie, however, gloated. Brie wanted to wring her thin,
little neck.
Sir stood up. He smiled pleasantly at her
nemesis and stated, “I will speak with you privately, Miss Wilson,
following the practicum.”
Brie’s heart fell. Had he chosen a new
favorite based on her actions?
Marquis Gray addressed Taylor. “Your
disobedience must be punished, regardless of the reasons for it.
You will be joining me at the end of the practicum.”
Neither trainer spoke to Brie. They
continued the practicum with no further explanation. Master Coen,
the overly muscular trainer, snapped his fingers. Four attractive
men entered the room and stood before each of the girls. Brie faced
a gorgeous man with long, dark bangs that partially covered his
eyes. He had a sexy Asian look to him that reminded Brie of her
favorite character in Japanese anime. His features were definitely
pleasing, but all she could think about was Sir.
Master Coen addressed the group. “Your Doms
will be teaching you basic positions. We will be observing how well
you respond to their instruction. Expect to be critiqued
afterwards.” He sat back down, picked up a pen and began scribbling
something. She wondered which of them had already screwed up.
Brie closed her eyes and was instantly hit
with a vision of Sir taking Blondie in his office. It tore at her
heart. Then her Dom commanded, “Look at me.” She opened her eyes
and gazed into the richest chocolate brown eyes she’d ever
seen.
“You will address me as Tono.” His voice had
a velvety quality that thrilled her.
“Yes, Tono.”
During his instruction, Tono’s hands moved
constantly over her skin, correcting, caressing, and teasing her.
Brie kept taking quick glances at his magnetic eyes, captivated by
them. He caught her several times but did not correct her.
Tono carefully instructed her on how to
‘kneel up’ and ‘kneel down’, what stance to take while at ‘rest’,
and the kneeling position he preferred in a private setting.
“Spread your legs in a tempting V for me and clasp your hands
tightly behind your back so that I can enjoy those beautiful
breasts.” When she did, he lightly grazed her nipples through the
corset and her whole body tingled with sexual tension.
His final lesson was on how she should
‘present’ herself to him. “I need
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