Marquis Expands Her Power
Brie had only experienced one session with Marquis Gray. His lesson had been the most challenging for her because of his expertise—whipping. She shivered under her covers when she woke up the next morning, curious about how he would test her this session. The last time he had used a flogger. What would tonight bring?
Unfortunately, Brie was late to the Training Center because her coworker, Jeff, had shown up a half-hour late to the tobacco shop. She had been the only employee working that day, so she’d been forced to wait. She made up time by throwing on her uniform and driving way too fast, but she would still be fifteen minutes late to her first class. It made Brie ill to think of entering Mr. Gallant’s classroom after his lesson had started.
She ran as fast as she could in her six-inch heels and was relieved that Blue Eyes was still at the door, ready to hold it open for her. He gave her a wink. “You made it.”
“Thanks,” she replied, panting heavily as she rushed through the door.
He called after her, “You might want to check those hose.”
Brie looked down and saw that the seam was twisted around her leg. She groaned, but made a detour to the bathroom to remedy the problem. She took off her shoes and adjusted the hose, making sure the seam made a tantalizing trail up her leg. Then she checked the mirror and smoothed out her hair. She took several deep calming breaths and smiled. Yes, I am late, but there is no reason to enter class like a raving lunatic.
With forced ease, she glided into Mr. Gallant’s class and sat down. He looked up at her with a scowl but did not interrupt his lesson. “…other themes using bondage are interrogations, rape fantasies and sexual torture. Depending on the individuals, these can be fairly tame to quite intense. Remember to establish a nonverbal safety gesture if gags are to be used. Nothing is worse for a Dom than to discover he has gone past his sub’s level of endurance after the session has ended. Trust me, it is hard on both parties and should be avoided at all costs.”
Brie’s mind drifted in and out of his lesson as she worried what he was going to say to her afterwards. “Miss Bennett?”
She snapped her head up and stammered, “Yes, Mr. Gallant.”
He repeated the question, obviously annoyed. “For your next auction, you must decide if you want your fantasy fulfilled or your Dom’s.”
That was easy. After her session with Boa, she’d felt she had lived out her fantasy. What she truly desired was to live out Tono’s. Brie knew she was taking a risk that he might not win her, but she was confident in her decision. “I will fulfill my Dom’s, Mr. Gallant.”
“Fine.” He turned away abruptly, and asked Mary the same question. Brie didn’t like having Mr. Gallant unhappy with her. She understood the importance of being punctual, but surely he realized she had responsibilities outside this Center. Would he understand or would she be punished? She gave a nervous sigh when he dismissed the class and called her name.
“Miss Bennett, I need to speak with you.”
Lea gave her a sympathetic look as she walked past. Even though the man was tiny in stature, he had the commanding authority of a true Dominant. It was torture displeasing him.
“You know being late is considered a sign of disrespect.”
Brie couldn’t even look him in the eye. “I know, Mr. Gallant. And I do respect you tremendously.”
“Look at me and tell me why you were late today.”
Words spewed from her mouth in a torrent. “It was all that damn Jeff’s fault! That lazy ass never does his job and is always late to work. Normally it isn’t a problem for me, but my boss wasn’t there today. I was the only one in the shop. You have to understand that I had to wait for the bastard because I couldn’t leave the shop unattended. Mr. Gallant, I would never be late if I could help it.”
She was surprised by the severe look her gave her. “I can appreciate your predicament, but I must say I am offended by your words. I should never hear curse words come from your lips unless I ask for them, and you should not belittle others as a sub. It would have sufficed to say, ‘Mr. Gallant, my coworker was late, and I was the only one in the shop today.’”
Brie burned with shame. “Yes, that sounds much better.”
“I want you to speak to your boss and explain that your coworker made you late to a previous engagement. You cannot control your coworker, but you can inform your boss of the problem and hope it prevents such occurrences in the future.”
She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, Mr. Gallant. I was afraid you would punish me for being late.”
“Miss Bennett, we do not practice random punishments at this school. You can always expect fair treatment if you are open and honest.”
She was so thankful that she blurted, “I just want to hug you right now!”
He replied sternly, “That would be inappropriate.” Brie thought she saw just the slightest glimmer in his eye. She genuinely liked her teacher, and wondered again what it would be like to be under his control as his submissive. “That is all. You may join the others.”
With the utmost respect, she bowed to him. “Thank you, Teacher.”
She was smiling to herself when she left the classroom. Brie really loved this school because she felt respected as an individual. Best of all, she was learning to better herself and knew it would have a positive influence on her life outside these walls.
She walked to their regular classroom but found no one there. She hurried down the hall towards the auditorium, but was stopped by an assistant. “Your practicum has been moved to room nine.”
Brie thanked him and wasted no time making her way to the new classroom. It sucked that she was going to be late to another session. She stopped herself and took a couple of deep breaths before opening the door and entering. What she saw caused her stomach to roll. The room was wall-to-wall mirrors except for the wall opposite the door, which was covered in different punishment tools, including whips, paddles and harsh-looking metal devices.
As disconcerting as that was, however, the sight of Marquis Gray standing next to a bench, waiting for her with a cane in his hand, made her stop in her tracks.
“Miss Bennett, join Marquis Gray,” Sir said smoothly.
Marquis Gray motioned with his hand. “Come to me, pearl. We will confront your fear of the cane together.”
She gazed into his dark eyes, drawn in by his confidence despite her misgivings. “Yes, Master.”
A genuine smile spread across his face. “I appreciate your trust, pearl. I know you will find this rewarding.”
The bench reminded her of a workout bench in that it was long and thin. The only real difference was that it was taller and had leather cuffs attached.
“I shall undress you, but you must hold this in your mouth while I do.” He placed the thin stick between her teeth. “This is your rattan, pearl. I bought it especially for you. It will be our instrument of pleasure tonight,” he growled in a low, sensual tone.
She clamped down on it as Marquis Gray slowly undressed her, lightly caressing her skin as he did so. The fear mounting inside her only added to the sensual feel of his undressing. “Remember to breathe normally,” he reminded her when he noticed Brie gasping in short, shallow breaths. She nodded and took a deeper breath.
He asked her to bend over and hold on to the bench while he secured her wrists in cuffs. “This is the classic English position. You need to keep your back straight throughout the session,” he said as he repositioned her. “Spread those legs farther. I want your pussy open and visible.” He stepped back and took a long look before returning to her. “You are not allowed to move from this position.”
A shiver traveled through her whole body when Marquis Gray took the rod from her mouth and asked, “Are you ready, pearl?”
She only hesitated for a second. The truth was, she wanted to know how it would feel under Marquis’ expert hand, and if she would be able to take it. “Yes, Master.”
“No matter how tempted you are to move, you must remain still,” he warned her. “Trust me to create the sensations I desire, even if your body initially wants to resist it.”
“I will try, Master.”
“No! You will not move,” he insisted.
Properly chastised, she replied, “Yes, Master.”
He leaned over and told her confidently, “When I’ve finished with you tonight, you will know without question whether your fear of the cane was unfounded. Whatever the outcome, I guarantee you will have greater insight into your real desires.”
Brie’s loins tightened in anticipation when he stepped away. She immediately looked at their reflection in the mirror and saw him take a stance behind her with his knees slightly bent. He pulled his arm back for the first swing.
She swallowed hard and inadvertently closed her eyes as she readied herself for the first contact, but it did not come. She took a quick peek and saw that he had turned towards the other girls. “As with flogging, you do not want a novice using you for practice. A Dom must research and practice for many hours before he ever touches another person with a cane.”
Brie wondered if he was playing with her by delaying the first swing. If so, it was wickedly cruel. He caressed her ass with the rod as he continued to speak. “Also, I suggest asking your Dom if he has ever been caned. My personal opinion is that you cannot know the sensations you are creating unless you have experienced them yourself.” He gently rapped her bottom, teasing her with the instrument. “A Dom opposed to such an education exposes his lack of wisdom.”
He continued to caress and tap Brie’s round buttocks as he spoke. “I don’t recommend caning as punishment. It is far too effective as a sexual tool to relegate it to a lowly reprimand implement.” He ran the cane up and down her thighs before striking her on the ass. “Do you see how wet it makes her?”
Brie flushed, embarrassed that her body was giving her away. She didn’t want Mary and Lea to know how excited she was. This wasn’t even something she’d wanted. The idea of caning had always frightened her, and yet here she was, willingly bent over and ready to receive her first session with the cane.
“First, I will warm up your sweet little ass, pearl. This will feel pleasing.” She watched in the mirror as he stroked her with a circular motion. The cane bounced lightly off her buttocks with a soft thud. It was totally pleasant, even relaxing. He alternated it with a gentle rapping. When her skin was pleasantly warm, he asked, “Color?”
“Green, Master.”
He asked the other students, “Why do I warm up before I begin?”
Lea raised her hand. She licked her lips before answering Marquis, clearly turned on by Brie’s imminent caning. “The cane is less likely to do damage if the skin is prepared.”
“Very good.” He turned his attention back on Brie. “Pearl, it is time to increase your pleasure.” He swung the cane and it landed squarely on both buttocks at once. She cried out. The sting was intense and brought tears to her eyes, but quickly dissipated outward from deep within her body.
“Color?”
“Yellow,” she gasped.
“Don’t become rigid, pearl.” He patted her ass cheeks lightly. “Relax and let the cane vibrate through you. Don’t stop it by tensing your muscles and it will feel better.”
Brie turned her head to watch in the mirror. He took another swing, and she witnessed the strike as she felt it. Her ass jiggled alluringly upon impact and she let out another yelp. The sting gripped her groin like a vice and then the heat dissipated through her whole body. This time she moaned afterwards. Although the sting took her breath away, the feeling it created after was delicious.
“Color, pearl.”
“Yell…green.”
He caressed her pink ass and proclaimed, “Now you will take five strokes. Don’t move or I will not hit where I intend.”
She bit her lip, wondering if she could survive five in a row.
Raising the cane a bit higher, he gave quick, moderate strokes. The small room was filled with the slapping sounds of impact. Each stroke was slightly higher than the last so that he never hit the same area twice. The release was much more intense after five rapid strokes, and Brie whimpered, shuddering at the lusty fire bursting inside her.
“You took that well, pearl. Now we will do it from the other side.”
When he moved to the left side and raised the cane, she cried out, “Not yet!”
“Five more.” With rapid movements, he struck her five times, covering the areas in between her first marks. She begged him to stop just before the last stroke. He didn’t hesitate, giving the last one with the same force. This time, he left the cane pressed against her skin. It made the sting linger, but the engulfing tidal wave of heat that burst from inside caused her knees to buckle and her pussy to pulse.
“You are close, aren’t you?” Marquis Gray growled.
Brie nodded, afraid he would cane her again but desperately wanting the burst of fire to send her over the edge.
“I will not deny you the pleasure this time. I want your body to remember and drip in anticipation whenever you see the cane.” Brie moaned in response, expecting a final stroke. Instead, he placed the cane against her lips. “Hold this, pearl.” She opened her mouth and held her cane, while he unbuckled her wrists.
He moved her over to the wooden Saint Andrew’s cross. The large X-shaped frame sported metal cuffs. He quickly bound her facing towards him. Her buttocks rested against the wood, aching from the contact. Brie’s arms and legs were bound far apart, fully exposing her body to his desire.
“This time I want you to close your eyes. You won’t know where the strike is coming from because I want you to focus on the sensation it evokes.” He took the cane from her mouth and asked, “Color?”
“Green, Master.”
“Close your eyes then, my courageous pearl.” As soon as she did, he began lightly caressing her breasts with the cane. He moved lower and caressed her hips before turning his attention to her inner thighs. He slid the tip of the cane between her moist lips and gently stroked her clit. Brie gasped, her inner muscles contracting from the contact. She was so close she was on the verge of exploding.
She felt him step back, and she tensed again. “No, pearl, relax. Breathe out.”
As soon as she let the breath out, she felt a quick tap on the top of her right nipple. The vibration shot down to her groin. Her body began pulsating again. When he tapped the left one, it started a whole chain reaction. Her body shook as the massive orgasm took over. She did not hold back her voice, and let out a cry of passion.
When the last contraction ebbed, she felt a rap just above her clit. She whimpered in pleasure as a smaller orgasm washed over her. Before it had ended, Marquis’ lips were on hers. He pressed his body against her and she felt his rigid cock straining in his pants. She opened her eyes and looked into his dark, lust-filled gaze.
“Now it is your turn to please me.”
“Yes, Master,” she panted, longing to share her pleasure with him.
He pressed his shaft against her as he undid the metal cuffs. Once she was free, he lifted her up and carried her back to the bench, then told her to lean against it, facing away from him. He spread her legs apart. She’d expected he would plow right in, but he bent down and lightly kissed her smarting ass. “So beautiful when it’s red like this. A testament to your level of trust, pearl.”
He removed his clothes and stood behind her. In the mirror, she could see his ghostly white skin. Marquis Gray had a thin frame, although his shoulder and chest muscles were defined. What stood out was the dark pubic hair that framed his unusual cock. His shaft was long and curved upwards.
She felt butterflies when he moved between her legs. Brie trembled as he slowly penetrated her moist depths with his unusual shaft. His deep sigh sent a wave of electrical current through her. They were both still riding the high of the scene, and it added to their level of connection now. His curved shaft repeatedly stroked the roof of her vagina, making it impossible for her to think.
He pulled away and brought back a leather strap, placing it under her belly and then gathering it in his hands. He parted her moist pussy lips and entered her again, and both of them groaned in satisfaction. Marquis Gray lifted her waist using the strap, causing a delightful pressure in her groin as he thrust. It added a completely new level of pleasure. “Too good…” she whimpered.
He leaned towards her, pushing himself in deep. “I’m going to come now. Feel the strength of my climax, pearl. It is for you.” He pulled on the leather strap as he gave her long, deep strokes. They were unhurried, giving her the chance to appreciate all of the sensuous feelings his cock was generating.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat and she felt his manhood pulse powerfully inside her. It triggered a third wave of heat and her body came around his shaft, bathing him with her juices.
When he pulled out, he commanded that she turn around to face him. She looked up with glazed eyes, still enjoying the incredible high. “Hold onto me,” he ordered. Marquis Gray held out his arm, and she grabbed onto it. He led her to a small door in a corner of the room. An assistant was already there, holding it open.
Marquis Gray guided her through it. The tiny room reminded her of the one in the auditorium. It had a small bed and a table with several candles already lit. When the assistant shut the door and left, they were suddenly shrouded in darkness except for the warm light of the flames.
They lay on the bed together, the same as they had the last time. He spooned against her, pulling Brie against his naked body. He didn’t speak. It left her free to be hypnotized by the candle flames as they danced on the wicks. Soon, however, she began shivering.
“You did well today,” he said, nuzzling her ear.
She snuggled deeper into him, her ass burning from the contact. “You are a master of the cane, Marquis Gray.”
“I knew you would enjoy it, pearl. I have been waiting patiently to show you.”
She turned her head towards him. “How could you know I would like it when I stated from the beginning that it frightened me?”
His fingers caressed her cheek. “Your desire called to me.”
Another shiver racked her body, but she wasn’t sure if it was solely due to coming down from the natural high. She rolled over so that she was facing him. Brie traced the outline of his thin lips. Marquis Gray had always been so intimidating and fearsome, but there was so much more to the man. “How did you know I struggled with humiliation? You knew it early on and warned me.”
“You have a strong spirit. I am not surprised that humiliation is not arousing for you. However, I must ask. Would you want a Dom who will never humiliate you, or would you prefer a man who will challenge you in that area from time to time? Some women find that realization of being nothing acutely liberating.”
Brie put her hand on his slim but defined chest. She caressed his smooth muscles absently as she struggled with the question. Finally, she knew her answer and looked into those cavernous eyes of his. “I would want the man who would challenge me to grow.”
A smile played on his lips. “I suspected as much.” He pulled her to him and said no more.
They lay together in the dark until her trembling ceased. Before they left the sanctuary of the room, he lifted her chin. “You no longer have fear of the cane, pearl. You are free.”
That knowledge made Brie feel powerful. She grew determined then that fear of the unknown would no longer control her. She whispered, “Thank you, Master,” as she returned his long, lingering kiss.