Under His Protection (Brie's Submission Book 14)

by Red Phoenix

  Faelan wanted everyone here tonight to crave her the way he craved her.

  Being able to move an audience emotionally during play turned out to be a special talent of his that he had honed over the years. He could involve them in his scene with a glancing look, a few carefully chosen words, or a lingering caress that caused goosebumps on not only his submissive but those who were watching.

  Whether his audience was composed of Dominants or subs, he was able to draw them in naturally while remaining focused on his partner.

  “I love the lines of your body. They beg for my lusty attention.”

  Kylie looked down, a faint smile on her lips indicating her pleasure at his praise.

  Faelan remained where he was and commanded, “Sit on the wooden chair I’ve so thoughtfully placed out for you.”

  She immediately turned and walked over to the chair, her fine ass swaying back and forth. He let out a low growl so everyone would know what he thought of her magnificent backside.

  After she sat down, Faelan picked up some rope and smiled at her hungrily as he approached, speaking loud enough for everyone observing to hear, “Since we have never scened together, you may find I am a little more dangerous than you were expecting.”

  Now the other Dominants were anticipating the power play between two strangers, while the submissives were imagining the thrill of first encounters.

  So easy to draw them in…

  Faelan knelt on one knee beside the chair and instructed her, “You will keep your eyes on me at all times. I want you to see what I am doing to this wicked body of yours.”

  Kylie met his gaze, her breath increasing as she answered, “Yes, Faelan.”

  He smiled, liking the sound of his name on her lips.

  Grasping her ankle tightly, Faelan held it against the leg of the chair. Reaching around, he looped the rope and pulled it through itself, securing her to the wood. Moving up to her calf, he repeated the process, then above her knee, and finally the flesh of her thigh.

  “Color?” he asked.

  Kylie glanced down at her left leg, bound tightly enough that the rope would leave marks. “Green.”

  “Not too tight?” he confirmed.

  She smiled and shook her head.

  He gently caressed her right knee, giving her a lustful look just before he forced her legs wide. The abruptness of the movement caused her to gasp as he spread her wide open for the audience. Holding her other ankle against the wood, he began the same process, tying it just as tight.

  When he was done he informed Kylie, “There is nothing you can do now if I want to touch you…” he placed his hand hovering over her bare mound, “here.”

  Kylie instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for his touch, but he remained still until her eyes opened and her gaze returned to him.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  Faelan said nothing as he lightly grazed the skin covering her clit. Kylie let out a soft moan, her whole body trembling as she accepted the intimate touch.

  He followed up the touch by leaning down and showering her clit with a warm breath of air.

  Kylie whimpered in response.

  His teasing was just getting started. Getting back to his feet, he pulled out another length of rope from his bag. Moving behind her, he ordered her to clasp her hands behind her back.

  When she did, her breasts naturally lifted, showing them off nicely to the crowd. Faelan tied her wrists together. He bound them to the back spindle of the chair and pulled tightly.

  “Color?”

  “Yellow,” she answered, her voice sounding strained.

  He loosened the rope and asked again, “Color?”

  “Green. Much better.”

  Finishing the tie, he reached around her front and began playing with her erect nipples, pinching them lightly before giving them each a playful tug.

  “Look at my hands as I play with you,” he commanded, this time grabbing each of her massive breasts in his palms and marveling at how amazing they felt in his hands. “I like that you are more than a handful, an abundance of succulent flesh for me to enjoy.”

  Wrapping his hand around one, he squeezed and forced the nipple to protrude. He then lightly flicked and rubbed the erect nub, knowing that he was sending currents of sexual electricity to her pussy.

  Kylie squirmed in her bonds but could not move as he relentlessly caressed and teased her breasts.

  “How wet can I make you?” he asked, his voice gruff with unsated desire.

  She moaned, watching helplessly as he played with her.

  But he wanted more.

  Leaning over the chair, he lifted her ample breast to his mouth and began suckling her nipple. His cock ached with need as he began sucking harder, rolling the other nipple in between his fingers.

  Fuck…he wanted her.

  Taking a needed break, he stood up and walked back over to his bag, relishing the fact that everyone could see the hard-on he had for her.

  Faelan pulled his knife from the bag and held it up for the crowd to see. He smiled evilly as he turned around and approached Kylie with it in his hand.

  Her eyes darted to the weapon and she let out what seemed like a frightened whimper. Not knowing her sounds yet, he asked her color.

  Her eyes met his for a moment and she said, “Green,” but her gaze went right back to the blade.

  He definitely had her attention now.

  “Have you ever experienced knife play?”

  She shook her head.

  “Another first,” he growled.

  Circling around her slowly, Faelan told her, “I enjoy the thrill of edge play. The element of danger is an aphrodisiac for me.” He leaned down and touched the tip of the blade against her throat. “Shall we find out if it is for you as well?”

  “Yes…” she breathed out.

  He pulled her head back to expose her throat and growled huskily. Slowly dragging the dull side of the blade against her skin, he left a trail of white, marking its travel.

  Kylie held her breath, her eyes riveted on him.

  Faelan lifted the blade and watched as she took in a deep breath, her gaze now fixed on the instrument he held in his hand.

  “I wonder how your pussy will handle it.”

  “Oh my God.”

  Faelan grabbed the chair forcibly and slid it into a new position, causing her to cry out in surprise. Now she faced sideways, giving those watching a new angle to enjoy. It also emphasized her helplessness, reminding her that she was completely at his mercy.

  Kneeling in front of the chair, Faelan said nothing as he laid the blade flat on her thigh and began to tease her glistening pussy, already wet with need. “I see how my attention excites you.” He looked up from between her legs. “I think we may be a good match.”

  Kylie only nodded.

  He knew she was concentrating on the weight of the knife lying on her thigh, wondering how he would use it on her.

  To prolong the expectancy of his sub and the audience, he spent his time teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Everything he did was meant only to excite, to build her desire as well as that of those who were observing. Satisfaction would only come when he was ready.

  Faelan leaned back from her to study her bare pussy again, now more red and swollen as it reacted to his intimate kisses.

  Spreading her outer lips, he exposed her sensitive clit. “Has anyone ever opened you this way?”

  “No,” she said with bated breath.

  “How does it make you feel?”

  “Vulnerable.”

  “Good.”

  He felt her tense as he picked up his blade and held it near her clit.

  “Have you ever wanted to feel a sharp blade against it?”

  She took her eyes off the knife and hesitated for a moment before nodding.

  “Then this will be another first for you.”

  Kylie watched, her whole body now trembling as he lowered the blade tip and pressed it against the protective hood.r />
  She gasped in fear, so he asked, “Would you like me to press harder?”

  Her gaze transfixed, she whispered, “Yes.”

  Faelan watched the muscles of her opening clench as he used a delicate hand, pressing a little harder—enough to provide pressure but not enough to cut. Blood play was not allowed at the Haven, and being her first time, it would not have been wise.

  She swallowed hard when he released the pressure, but her eyes shone with lustful excitement.

  “I wish to mark you.”

  “Where?”

  “My choice.”

  Her whole body shuddered and her breathing increased, her fear almost palpable as she watched his dangerous blade.

  “Your body…is mine,” he informed her as he dragged the sharp end of the blade against her thigh with enough pressure to cut the first few layers without breaking the skin.

  She cried out as he made three distinct lines on her pristine skin.

  Kylie threw her head back as the euphoria of the edge play took over. That’s when he struck—laying down the knife, he encased her clit with his mouth and started sucking as he eased his middle finger into her hot pussy and played with her G-spot.

  Kylie hadn’t expected the double onslaught as she was still riding the rush of the knife play and couldn’t stop the orgasm that overtook her.

  He heard the shuffling of feet as the others observing responded to her cries of animalistic passion. Music to his ears…

  After he coaxed a second orgasm from her, he pulled away to stare down at his handiwork. The raised skin on her thigh was in the shape of a white F that would later turn a lovely shade of pink.

  Untying her slowly, he let Kylie revel in the calmness that comes after intense fear mixed with pleasure, all the while complimenting her on the beauty of each body part as he released her from the rope.

  She was like a rag doll when he picked her up to the applause of those attending.

  He did not acknowledge it, concentrating instead on the submissive in his arms. A mysterious woman whose identity he was about to discover.

  His Commitment

  Faelan carried her through the moving crowds to the back rooms of the Haven reserved for private sessions. He took Kylie to the first open room and laid her on the bed, lighting candles and turning on low music to help ease her back down.

  Joining Kylie on the bed, he lay facing her so he could run his fingers over her skin as he looked at her face.

  She opened her eyes and smiled back at him in pure sub-high contentment.

  “You liked it,” he stated with a grin as he drew concentric circles on her stomach.

  “You’re dreamy…” she replied, then her face screwed up in a look of confusion, and she asked, “Am I dreaming?”

  “No.” He chuckled. “And you have my mark to prove it.”

  Kylie looked down at her thigh and smiled. “Oh, I’m yours.”

  “Temporarily,” he stated.

  “I can’t believe I scened in public naked.”

  “And you liked it.”

  She blushed and crinkled her nose, confessing, “I did, didn’t I?”

  He remembered being surprised the first time he had admitted to himself that he was an exhibitionist—after a lifetime of actively avoiding the world at all costs.

  It had been incredibly empowering when he’d met Brie and saw the joy in her eyes as she played in front of others. Her total lack of shame inspired him in those early sessions of Dominant Training.

  Heck, the two of them had been extremely compatible sexually as Dom/sub; he just hadn’t realized it took more than that to keep her as a sub. It had been a hard, but valuable lesson.

  It turned out that Mary, however, did not need love in the mix. In fact, she violently opposed it. He’d learned a hard lesson there as well.

  His plan had been to keep all interactions void of emotion now that he was back in LA, and yet…he could already tell Kylie was going to be a problem.

  She took in a deep breath and sighed in bliss. “Todd Wallace really is the whole package. Football star, movie star, and Dominant extraordinaire.”

  He looked at her suspiciously. “Why mention football? I haven’t played that since I was a kid.”

  Kylie reached out, wanting to caress his cheek, but stopped and let her hand fall. “You were the best, Todd.”

  Faelan suddenly felt a cold chill and pulled away from her. “Who are you?”

  She lifted her head, resting it on her hand so she could look at him, still flying on endorphins. “It’s just me, Kylie. That girl in your geography class at Wiley High that you never paid attention to.”

  He frowned, still having no recollection of who she was, but not wanting to confront a person who actually might know him from back then. It was unwanted so he denied his past. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “Sure you do. I saw you every day for a whole year from the back of the class. I was a senior stuck taking a sophomore class because of a few missing credits. Totally humiliating.”

  “I don’t remember you,” he insisted. “And I’m certain I would have, considering my attraction to you now.”

  She blushed. “Well, I’m flattered. I may have been shyer back then, but I was pretty much the same. I’m not surprised you can’t remember though. You were the quarterback of the winning football team. I don’t think you noticed anyone outside your social circle. Not that I held it against you. I mean, you were a popular guy and I was a second chair flutist. Not exactly the same social status,” she said with a laugh.

  The cold realization that she knew who he was meant she also knew what he had done. After all these years, did she want to make him pay as well? Would it ever end?

  “Don’t tell me you were Trevor’s girlfriend and have come to exact your revenge on me.”

  “Are you kidding? That guy was a total dick.”

  “What are you talking about? He was head of the class and on his way to being valedictorian. The kid was a genius.”

  Kylie shrugged. “I don’t care how smart Trevor was, he was a real asshole to me.”

  “Well, I don’t remember him that way and I think it’s disrespectful to speak of the dead when they can’t defend themselves.”

  “His parents certainly did,” she huffed. “I couldn’t believe what they put you, and your family, through after the accident.”

  Just the mere mention of Trevor’s name had those last moments flashing though his mind.

  “I made a mistake and he paid for it. There’s really nothing more to be said,” Faelan snarled.

  “Look, I’m not trying to dredge up the past. It’s just that…” She gazed at him with those soft brown eyes, and for a moment he felt lost in them. “The Fishers were brutal to you after their son’s death.”

  “They were reacting to the untimely loss of their son.”

  “What they did was punish you for an accident. It was wrong and I found it disgusting.”

  “Nobody felt that way but you, the entire town made that very clear. Maybe you were just blind to the truth.”

  “Nobody wanted to suffer the wrath of the Fishers after what they did to your family.”

  “Not true. All those hateful words and actions came from people my family thought of as friends—because of me. You didn’t hear the things that were said, but I remember every word. They are all burned into my brain. The Fishers were only a conduit for it. I was the catalyst. Me.”

  Kylie shook her head. “I don’t think you know what really happened, Todd. I guarantee that your friends felt threatened and were not allowed to show you any sympathy.”

  Faelan snarled in disgust. “I don’t understand the point of bringing any of this crap up.”

  She groaned. “I knew this would make you uncomfortable, and I hated to say anything, but I couldn’t just let this go. You need to know you weren’t hated. People understood it was an accident. I promise, if you came back you would know I’m telling the truth.”

 
“I’m never going back there,” he growled angrily. “It’s taken me this long just to get past it.”

  Kylie smiled at him sadly. “But I don’t think you are past it.”

  Faelan was thrown off by the fact Kylie was a part of everything he hated in his past. Yet, despite that, he was still attracted to her. Was he a glutton for punishment or a masochist when it came to love?

  Rather than dwell on feelings he couldn’t afford, Faelan poured his energy into helping Thane and Brie.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” Davis said as soon as he entered the room. “Things have just become much more complicated. Durov’s brothers have decided not to get involved. After everything he’s done for them… Those men owe him their very lives!” His anger only resulted in a flurry of coughs that left him breathless and weak.

  Brie hovered over him, trying to get him to drink some water, but it only infuriated the man and he yelled at her in frustration. She threw the cup against the wall and stormed out of the room.

  Silence followed her exit.

  “I can’t help him. Not like this…” Davis cried out in aggravation. “I’m fucking useless and my best friend is going to die because of it.” He closed his eyes to hold back his emotions.

  Faelan said nothing, knowing Davis was standing on a dangerous precipice. He needed time to regroup and balance himself.

  “She didn’t deserve that,” Davis lamented a few moments later. Opening his eyes, he let out a long, agonized sigh. “She doesn’t deserve any of this.”

  “Brie’s tough,” Faelan asserted.

  “Tough yes, but not unbreakable. If we lose Durov…” He took a deep breath, barely holding back the flood of emotions raging just below the surface.

  Faelan had faced his own precipice not that long ago, and felt confident that he could help Davis through it. “You’re going to figure it out. There’s a way, you just haven’t thought of it yet.”

  “If I could go, then yes, we’d have a chance. But not with me trapped in this useless husk of a body. I can’t do a damn thing.”

  “But you will be able to soon.”

  Davis shot him an icy glare. “Not soon enough.”