What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 2)

by Vi Keeland

  One thing Brie was sure of was that she would graduate from the program as the best damn sub they’d ever had. She was determined to learn everything the school had to offer. She would practice until she became skilled and make the trainers who wanted her out of the program admit their mistake. That would be her crowning glory—the day Ms. Clark and Master Coen asked for her forgiveness for doubting her exceptional abilities. Oh, what Brie wouldn’t give to smack Ms. Clark on the ass for that!

  Brie rubbed her skin with special oils that left a fresh, but not overpowering, floral scent. She wanted today’s Dom to savor the smell of her when he buried his head in her neck or between her thighs…

  She shivered again. Would these Doms be from the school, or would they be complete strangers from the local area? The not knowing and not having control over who would win her had a dangerous element she found enthralling.

  She got to the Training Center before two-thirty. They had been instructed to come a half-hour early to receive last-minute instructions. The four regular trainers were already there. It took everything in Brie not to look up and gaze at Sir’s face. She felt a warm contraction in her nether regions when she thought about her fantasy of the night before. Had he fantasized about her as well?

  Ms. Clark spoke first. “You will stand behind the partition until your name is called. You are to walk onto the stage and face the audience, but with your eyes cast downward.” She said the last part harshly. Brie knew the comment was directed at her. “After the winning bid is made, you will wait for your Dom to escort you off the stage. Remain by his or her side until all three of you have been auctioned off. At that point, you will follow your Dom out of the Center.”

  Master Coen continued, “Remember that you represent our school now. How you behave outside the school is just as important as inside these walls. We will be asking your winning Doms to critique you.”

  Sir’s warm, velvety voice caressed Brie’s ears. “I need your eyes on me.”

  She looked up and breathed in deeply, basking in his natural authority. He glanced briefly at her and then looked at the other two girls. “Yesterday you provided us with a fantasy. Your Doms will be acting that out with you today, but I want you to read through it before the bidding starts. It is imperative there is nothing in there you would not want played out. Sometimes what we enjoy in our minds does not make for enjoyment in real life.”

  He handed each of them their fantasy journals back. Brie made sure to lightly brush against his hand when she took hers from him. The simple contact set her heart aflutter, but he did not react.

  “Read over what you have written. If there is anything that might cause problems, let me know now and we will pass it on to your Dom. This is meant to be a stimulating learning experience, not a challenge.”

  Brie opened her journal and read her entry. She smiled and blushed as she perused the story. Nope, there wasn’t a single thing she would change. She was extremely curious about how her Dom was going to pull it off.

  She shut her book and stood looking forward, taking in Sir’s charming looks using her peripheral vision—that strong jaw, those kissable lips and his trim, muscular body. So, so fine…

  “Is there anything you wish to eliminate from your fantasies?” he asked.

  Lea shook her head and giggled, “Nope, it looks good to me, Sir.”

  “I agree,” Mary, a.k.a. Blonde Nemesis, answered.

  Sir glanced at Brie last. Breathe, she commanded herself. “I am pleased with my fantasy, Sir.”

  He nodded in response, and she swore she could see a twinkle in his eye. “Look through it one more time. There might be small details you have overlooked that may cause undue stress. This is important. Don’t take this lightly.”

  Brie perused it again: Indian warrior on a horse, the chase, virginal captive, a fearsome rival warrior, the taking of her innocence. Yep, it all sounded yummy. The other two glanced through their journals as well and all three shook their heads. Marquis Gray collected the journals from them and handed the stack over to an assistant. “Now that issue has been addressed, I want to remind you that you will return here tonight for a debriefing after your encounter. It is imperative to go over your experiences while they are still fresh. We will discuss what worked, what didn’t work and how you could have improved the scene for both you and your Dom. Keep those questions in the forefront of your mind as you go through the day. You want to make the most of this experience. It is not just about your personal enjoyment.”

  Brie nodded slowly, thankful for the reminder. Everything was a learning experience; she should never forget that.

  Sir added, “You have ten minutes before the auction. Feel free to partake of the refreshments while you wait. We will see you out on the stage.”

  After the four trainers had left, Lea grabbed Brie and jumped up and down, singing, “I’m so excited, I just can’t hide it!”

  Brie laughed, partly in response to Lea’s attempt at singing the ancient eighties song and partly because of her own nervousness. “What’s your fantasy, girl?”

  She grinned. “I’ve always had this sexy fantasy of a doctor taking advantage of innocent ol’ me! ‘Here, Ms. Taylor, let me examine your breasts…’ Oh-em-gee! I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

  “I guess I can see how that could get a girl hot.”

  “What about you, Brie?”

  She looked down at her feet shyly. “Oh, I have this thing for dangerous Indian warriors.”

  “Nice! And you, Mary?” Lea asked.

  Blonde Nemesis looked at them both and growled, “Like I would tell you.”

  “Stick in the mud!” Lea complained.

  Mary ignored her and spoke to Brie. “I don’t get why you’re still here. I thought they kicked you out last night.”

  “Sorry, Mary. I’m never leaving this place, so you might as well get used to it and stop acting like such a bitch.”

  Mary’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Instead, she briskly moved to the other side of the room and ignored them.

  Brie looked at all the delicate finger foods, but she couldn’t eat. Her stomach was tied in knots—but in a good way. She grabbed a water bottle and downed as much as she could.

  Ms. Clark came back and announced, “Ms. Taylor, you will be first. Miss Bennett will follow and Miss Wilson will end the auction. Do not speak while you wait your turn.”

  Brie obediently followed behind Lea, anxious and excited for the auction to begin.

  The Winning Bid

  Lea walked gracefully onto the stage. Brie could hear the low murmurs of several men. An announcer spoke to the small crowd. “Ms. Taylor is twenty-four and is a certified massage therapist outside these walls. Her trainers describe her as an enthusiastic submissive. Her fantasy involves the reluctant patient/doctor scenario. There are no additional changes to the sexual fantasy. I will start the bidding at one hundred.”

  The auctioneer started rapidly rattling off numbers as the bids steadily climbed to four hundred. “Going once… Going twice… Sold to Master Harris for four hundred dollars.” Brie heard the footsteps as Master Harris collected Lea.

  Brie’s whole body went numb. She was next, but she was rooted to her spot.

  “Next, we have Miss Bennett.”

  She tried to move, but her muscles wouldn’t cooperate. Mary gave her a hard push and she fell forward, barely catching herself before she walked out onto the stage. She paused and gathered herself, keeping her back straight, her lips supple and her body in a pleasing pose.

  “Miss Bennett is twenty-two, with a bachelor’s degree in filmmaking outside these walls. Her trainers describe her as difficult, but teachable.”

  Brie felt her heart drop. Difficult…? Really? Damn you, Ms. Clark! A young male voice spoke softly in a guttural language, which was followed by a low, rumbling chuckle.

  “Her fantasy involves the Indian warrior claiming his virginal captive. There are no additional changes to her sexual fantasy…”
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  Brie heard someone in front of her clear his throat in an attempt to get her attention. She snuck a glance and saw Tono standing there. She looked back down, trying hard not to smile.

  Ms. Clark barked, “Stop the auction!” Her stilettos clicked up to the stage as she rushed over to Brie. “You still defy me.”

  Tono spoke from the crowd. “Do not punish her. I was seeking her attention.”

  “You know as well as I do that a submissive is responsible for following orders. She was told to keep her eyes down. I don’t care if the whole lot of you were calling out her name. Miss Bennett’s eyes should have stayed glued to the floor.” To Brie, she hissed, “I will not tolerate this act of disobedience.” She asked the three other trainers, “Do any of you have a blindfold?”

  “I do,” Marquis Gray answered, amusement coloring his voice. He walked onto the stage and handed a strip of lace to her.

  Ms. Clark tied the blindfold overly tight. What she didn’t suspect was that instead of humiliating Brie, it gave her power. Now that Brie didn’t have to worry about keeping her eyes down, it was actually freeing. When Ms. Clark walked away, she held her head up a little higher, but still at a respectful angle.

  The auctioneer stated, “As I said before, there are no changes to her fantasy. I will start the bidding at one hundred.”

  “Four hundred,” Tono said, his voice loud and clear. Brie squealed silently, excited at the prospect of spending a whole day alone with him.

  She heard the low rumblings of the guttural language and then the young man’s voice rang through the room. “Five hundred.”

  Brie felt the hairs go up on the back of her neck.

  Tono confidently answered, “Six hundred.”

  The auctioneer asked for seven hundred. When no one spoke, he rattled off, “Going once… Going…”

  The foreigner spoke and the young man called out, “Seven hundred.”

  Tono immediately followed with a bid for eight hundred. Brie’s heart beat rapidly as she waited. She only wanted Tono as her Dom today. She crossed her fingers behind her back.

  After a string of more foreign words, the young man blurted, “One thousand.”

  Brie heard Tono’s low groan and her heart sank.

  “The bid stands at one thousand dollars. Do I hear any other offers? Going once… Going twice… Sold to Rytsar Durov.”

  A chill coursed through her body. Tono wasn’t going to be her Dom? For a split second she was tempted to rip off the blindfold and run. However, her submissive spirit kicked in. Take this opportunity to learn.

  She waited as his heavy footsteps ascended the stairs. A large hand grasped her arm and led her from the stage. His unfamiliar musk was clean, but rustic. He moved his hand from her shoulder onto the back of her neck. It sent a shiver down her spine that she was sure he could feel.

  She heard Mary’s named called next. “Miss Wilson is twenty-five and works as a pharmacist outside the confines of these walls.” Brie had never suspected Nemesis was older than she was because the girl acted like such a brat. “Her trainers describe her as tenacious. Her fantasy consists of the spy interrogation and infiltration.” There were a few chuckles throughout the room. “There are no additional changes to her sexual fantasy. I will start the bidding at one hundred.”

  The auctioneer rattled on until the bid was at four hundred. Brie felt sick when she heard Tono top the bid at five hundred.

  Silence followed before she heard, “Going once… Going twice… Sold to Tono Nosaka for five hundred.”

  Why would Tono want my nemesis?

  “This concludes today’s auction. A simple reminder for the winners—once you have purchased a sub you are not allowed to bid on her again for the remainder of the training.”

  Her new Dom spoke to her in a deep baritone that reverberated through her body. The guttural way he spoke sounded Russian to her. The young man by his side interpreted, “Rytsar Durov says you are under his rules now.”

  The Dom untied the blindfold and handed it over to an assistant. Brie bowed her head to let him know she was grateful. She suddenly liked this Dom who’d thwarted Ms. Clark in front of her face.

  Rytsar lifted her head to get a better look at her, which gave her the opportunity to see who had purchased her. The man was tall and broad with a bald head, a strong jaw and riveting blue eyes. He was dressed in an expensive tailored suit and a power tie of blood red. She noticed an entourage of three attractive men behind him.

  When he’d finished examining Brie, he smiled and looked over at the panel of trainers, mumbling something to his interpreter. The young man announced, “Rytsar believes that your definition of difficult is not the same as his.”

  They were the first to leave the Training Center. Rytsar guided Brie into an oversized black utility vehicle with his burly, unyielding arms. Once inside, he wrapped the seatbelt around her waist and slipped the buckle into place, double-checking to make sure it was secure. The rest of the men joined them in the spacious SUV.

  Rytsar completely ignored her after that, speaking in Russian to the other men. Brie finally accepted that he wouldn’t be asking anything of her during the trip, so she stared out of the window, wondering what he had in store for the next seven hours.

  She couldn’t help imagining Tono mounting Mary. It aggravated her to no end that he had bid for that horrible woman. Her thoughts were soon interrupted when they pulled up to a large glass house beside the ocean. The home was magnificent, with its modern architecture and pristine landscape.

  Her large Russian Dom spoke to Brie matter-of-factly and then nodded to his interpreter. The young man addressed her after Rytsar had taken the time to unbuckle her. “Take off your shoes. Your safe word is stoy. Say it.”

  She repeated the word as she slipped off her six-inch heels, unsure why he was explaining that while they were still in the car.

  He continued, “It means ‘stop’. You will exit the vehicle now. I suggest you run. Rytsar has promised to cane you if you prove an easy catch.”

  She glanced over at Rytsar. His eyes held a wicked glint. She had no doubt he would follow through with the threat. As soon as he lunged for her, she threw open the door and bolted.

  Brie ran for all she was worth, but looked back to check if he was really following. She screamed out in fear when she saw he was only a few paces behind.

  Her flight instinct took over as she raced through the garden and headed towards the ocean. There was no thought process to her actions, simply the need to keep out of his reach. She attempted to dart to the side to throw him off, but he wasn’t fooled and grabbed her arm. She cried out when his hand clamped down on her.

  With the agility of a deer, she twisted out of his grasp and continued to run. The fear she felt was very real. She was deathly afraid of being caned, and just the act of being chased had her body humming in terror. There was no acting on her part; it was a rush of adrenaline spurred on by sheer panic.

  She ran down the beach, but a rogue wave wrapped itself around her legs. She stumbled and nearly fell. She could hear his heavy breathing just behind her and shrieked. With a burst of speed that surprised even her, she escaped his clutches again.

  Brie heard him chuckle softly. He changed tactics and edged her closer to the water. Even though she guessed his strategy, he was too fast for her to prevent it. The water hit her ankles again and this time she fell. He was on top of her in an instant. Brie screamed out in alarm, trying to fight him off.

  He forced her to turn over and easily secured her arms above her head. His weight crushed her helpless body as another wave drenched them. His lips landed on hers, firm and commanding. When he broke the kiss, she gasped for breath, still struggling beneath his large frame.

  Her Indian warrior had captured her…

  Rytsar laughed as he pulled a leather tie from his pocket and bound her wrists together. Then he lifted her up, throwing her unceremoniously over his shoulder. He started towards the glass house, saying something she coul
dn’t understand. His grip was tight—there was no escaping him. It gave her a thrill to know she was at his mercy now.

  When he entered the house, she was bewildered to see it crowded with men. It looked like a party was in full swing with plenty of drinks, joking and manly laughter. The place quieted down as soon as Rytsar entered the home. He put her down and grabbed her chin with one of his massive hands. He forced her to look at him. His look was stern and dangerous but when he kissed her, there was a softness to his lips. She relaxed in his embrace, trusting her imposing Dom.

  A stout man with spiky gray hair and a fearsome demeanor came up to them. He said something to Rytsar that must have been lewd, based on the tone he’d used and the dark look Rytsar was giving him. The vile man stroked Brie’s arm as if he had a right to touch her. She recoiled and pressed against her Dom. Rytsar spoke harshly to the foul man, guiding her away, but the creep grabbed her arm and shouted at Rytsar in Russian.

  Her Dom broke the loathsome man’s unwanted grasp, moving her behind him as he participated in a heated exchange. The other men gathered around, enjoying the confrontation. The loathsome man tried to grab at her again, but Rytsar forcefully pushed him away. He picked Brie up and carried her through a set of doors on the other side of the room.

  When he entered the bedroom, she noticed there was a support beam in the center of the massive space. He carried her past it and headed straight to the bathroom. After putting her down, he barked a single word, pointing to the toilet.

  She blanched. Did he really want her to pee in front of him?

  He barked the command again harshly, letting her know he wasn’t amused by her lack of obedience. Swallowing hard, she awkwardly pulled her red thong down with her bound hands and sat meekly on the toilet. He nodded and exited, leaving the door wide open.

  She glanced into the room while she washed herself clean and saw that he was changing out of his wet clothes. His chest was broad and his stomach rippled with muscles. She noticed a large tattoo in the shape of a dragon covering his left shoulder.