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

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by Vi Keeland


  “No. I am not interested in your body.”

  She’d clearly meant it as an insult, but not having to strip was a gift. It made Brie feel less vulnerable.

  “Get on your knees and give me cunnilingus. I have to judge how bad you are before I can help you.”

  Brie got down on her knees, slowly and gracefully. She pushed up Ms. Clark’s tight business skirt. Then she gently peeled off the trainer’s black lace thong and spread her Domme’s legs apart.

  Ms. Clark was a true blonde, with an attractively trimmed snatch. If Brie had had any feelings for females, she might have fallen in love with that pristine pussy.

  She closed her eyes and went over the information she’d read on the internet.

  Step one—prolong the first lick.

  Brie began by lightly kissing the insides of the thighs, then running her fingers gently through the hair on Mistress’s mound. It was all about sensually drawing out the first moment before contact. She lightly pressed her mouth against the right side of Mistress’ outer lips, and then on the left. Brie ever so lightly kissed the area of her opening and breathed warm air on her clit without touching it. Then Brie took a deep breath and licked the full length of her, from the vaginal opening all the way up. She purred softly after she broke contact, slowly licking Mistress again with more pressure, remembering the redheaded Domme’s advice. Brie avoided the clit, wanting it to become desperate for her mouth.

  Step two—wait for the clit to show itself and then tease it.

  She continued the sensual licking until the glans peeked out from behind the hood. It was Brie’s cue to suck lightly on it. Then she pulled away and started licking the length of her Domme’s sex again, coming close to the clit but not always suckling it, making Mistress anticipate and long for more contact.

  Step three—use your fingers to stimulate. She started playing with Mistress’ glistening folds and teased her opening with her fingers. Then, when Brie felt the time was right, she slowly penetrated her with a single finger. She played with the opening and then explored farther in to find the G-spot. Mistress shuddered when Brie found it.

  Step four—use your tongue to build the tension.

  Brie started to concentrate on the glans, using a horizontal fluttering of her tongue as she stroked her Domme inside. She switched it up by tilting her head to one side and then the other. When her tongue got tired, she laid it flat on the clit and let Mistress grind against it. Brie remembered reading that two fingers were better than one, so she slipped another finger in to thoroughly caress the G-spot.

  Mistress moaned. Not a quiet, controlled moan. No, this was the moan of a woman coming close to the edge. Brie pressed her mouth against her Domme’s clit and licked with a steady, sensual pace as she used her other hand to caress the soft skin just under the vagina.

  Step five—stimulate other sensitive areas to bring her over the edge.

  The moans grew louder and Mistress shifted in the chair. Brie remembered how possessed she’d felt when both Sir and Rytsar had taken her anally. With confidence she hadn’t had until that moment, Brie moved her finger down to Mistress’ anus and teased the rim. When the timing felt right, she inserted her finger into the tight hole.

  Mistress cried out and started orgasming on Brie’s tongue. It was exciting for Brie to experience success with such a difficult partner. She continued to lick lightly until she felt Mistress’ hand on her head. She pulled away and looked to the floor, very pleased with herself but trying not to show it.

  “What the hell was that?” Ms. Clark asked hoarsely.

  “Miss Bennett,” Sir called from the panel.

  Brie stood up and wiped her mouth. “Sir?”

  “Can you explain how a supposed novice employs advanced cunnilingus techniques?”

  She looked up at him and said simply, “I googled it, Sir.”

  All three men broke out in laughter. She blushed and looked down at the stage floor.

  After the laughter had subsided, Sir asked Ms. Clark, “Well? Are you satisfied with her cunnilingus skills?”

  Her trainer adjusted her skirt before answering. “I am satisfied for now.”

  Brie heard manly chuckles coming from the panel as she made her way off the stage. Thank God for the internet, she thought.

  Lea gave her hand a squeeze. The encouragement shining in her eyes made Brie smile inside. She had accomplished what she’d thought was impossible. She’d made Ms. Clark climax—and loudly, at that.

  Facing the Challenge

  That night, Brie practiced with the dildo again. Because of her experience with Ms. Clark, she’d discovered the secret to helping her overcome her gag reflex. This time, she brought the dildo to her mouth and thought of Sir.

  Sir wanted to take her orally; he longed to feel her throat caress his shaft. Brie concentrated on her vision of Sir as she pressed the head against the back of her throat. She broke through the resistance and felt it slide down. It was a strange feeling and she immediately pulled it back out. She coughed a little, but nothing like she had the night before.

  Brie took it again. This time when it slipped in, she pushed in farther and left it there. She couldn’t breathe, but she’d anticipated that and it did not frighten her.

  This time, when she pulled the phallus out, it was covered in thick saliva. Thicker than she’d seen before. She’d read that was normal, but she cleaned it off because it grossed her out. She pushed the phallus down her throat again and this time she gently, with the tiniest of movements, thrust the shaft back and forth deep in her throat. She could just imagine how good it felt to Sir. He was groaning in pleasure. She pulled back out to breathe, but then she went right back and began the gentle thrusting.

  Sir played with her hair and growled huskily. “That’s it, Brie. Love my cock with your throat,” he groaned.

  She did just that. Brie kept taking it deeply, caressing the head with her tight orifice. She imagined him grabbing her head to stop the motion as he came. When she pulled away, she looked up into his eyes and saw lust mixed with love.

  She went to bed satisfied. She’d conquered the six-inch cock faster than the damn shoes. Nothing was going to stand in her way of becoming the best sub the Training Center had ever seen.

  The first practicum the next evening was a wonderful treat. Brie was thrilled to see Baron waiting for her. It seemed as if it had been ages since their last encounter. She was pleased to note that he seemed equally excited to see her.

  “Kitten, it has been a while,” he stated, tilting her head up and leaning down to kiss her.

  She gazed into his hazel eyes and smiled. Brie pressed her mouth against his thick lips, breathing in his spicy musk. It felt like a homecoming. She’d changed a great deal since that first night, when she’d been frightened and he’d been the one to guide her through a difficult scene. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.

  Sir spoke to the group. “Tonight you will be deep-throating your Doms. Mr. Gallant instructed you to practice relaxing your gag reflexes. We expect you’ve taken the time to accustom your throats to penetration.”

  Brie snuck a quick glance up at Baron and grinned. Even though he wasn’t Sir, he was a Dom she would enjoy pleasing.

  “For this first practicum, you will be in control of the movement. Take your time; don’t feel you need to rush. We understand this is the first time for each of you.”

  When Baron gave the command, Brie knelt down on the floor and unzipped his pants. She pulled down his briefs as well and helped him to step out of them. She didn’t want clothing to be a distraction.

  Even though his cock was thicker than the dildo she had practiced with, she was confident she could take it into her throat. She began by stroking his chocolaty cock. She licked and nibbled the head, glancing up at him every now and then to see his reaction. Baron stared down at her lustfully and stroked her long curls.

  She began taking more and more of him into her mouth. She teased his manhood, hoping to make him wonder when
she would make that final push. She grasped his balls and kneaded them gently as she twisted her mouth around his cock farther, stimulating his sensitive head.

  When she felt the time was right, she grabbed onto his hips with both hands and slowly pushed his cock to the back of her throat. She made the motion of yawning and felt the head breach the entrance. For a second she balked, but she resisted the urge to pull away and pushed her lips to the base of his cock. Then she pulled out slowly and took a deep breath.

  “Oh, kitten, I like…very much,” Baron growled.

  She looked up at him and smiled. She took his cock again, this time determined to press her lips against his groin. When she felt the tickle of his pubic hair, she silently congratulated herself. She started the gentle thrusting deep in her throat and heard him groan loudly.

  She pulled away to take another breath. This time, he gathered her hair in his hand so he could watch the action. As she took him again, she kept her eyes on his face. Her lips slid down the entire length of his shaft and pressed against his groin. She felt his whole body shiver as she thrust his cock deep into her throat.

  “That looks and feels fucking fantastic,” he growled with a low rumble.

  Her loins contracted in pleasure at the knowledge that he was enjoying it so much. She continued the process of taking the fullness of his cock, rocking gently against it and then pulling out.

  Finally, he could take no more. “I’m going to come deep in your throat, sex kitten.”

  She pulled his cock out, covered in her thick saliva. She said hoarsely, “I want you to, Baron. I’ve never felt that before.”

  He grunted lustfully and gathered her hair again before commanding, “Do it.”

  She took a couple of deep breaths before opening her lips. Again, she kept her eyes on him as she took his manhood as deep at it would go. This time she rocked his cock a little less gently, causing her throat muscles to tighten around him. He grabbed both sides of her head and cried out as his cock spasmed inside her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. She almost pushed away to get some air, but he released his hold and she was able to breathe again. She was gasping, and she sat on her heels, feeling weak from the endeavor. Instead of pulling her up, Baron knelt down beside her and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “That was artfully done, kitten. You are truly unique.”

  She looked at him gratefully, feeling a little embarrassed as she wiped away the copious amounts of saliva from her face. “Thank you, Baron. It was my honor.”

  He stood up and dressed himself as she listened to Lea finishing. It sounded like she was still struggling with the gag reflex, although she didn’t let it stop her. Once she had finished and the Doms had exited the room, Sir asked them to face the panel.

  “Miss Bennett, once again you surprise us. For a woman who has not taken a shaft down her throat before, you appeared quite comfortable with the act.”

  She couldn’t tell him that he was her inspiration, so she kept it simple. “I’ve been practicing every night, Sir. I did not want to fail.”

  Marquis Gray spoke up, “The way you did it was unusually sensual. Where did that come from?”

  “I tried to make it pleasurable for my Dom.”

  His eyes narrowed. “No, there’s something more to it. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.” Brie blushed, hoping he wouldn’t figure out that when she had been deep-throating Baron, she’d also been thinking of Sir.

  “Whatever the case, it was impressive, Miss Bennett,” Master Coen stated. “I really have no criticism.”

  Naturally, Ms. Clark added her two cents. “I am curious. You did an excellent job with a slow, shallow thrust. I wonder, however, how you will fare when it gets a little rougher.”

  Brie nodded her head, unsure how to respond.

  The other girls’ critiques were not as kind. Brie would have silently celebrated her success, except for the fact that Ms. Clark’s words resonated in her head. Brie really didn’t know how she would handle it. In all her practice, she’d never tried to take the phallus hard and fast. Just the thought of it made her blood run cold.

  Pride Before the Fall

  Sir informed the trio, “You may proceed to the commons. We will retrieve you in a half-hour. Because of the nature of your second practicum, only liquid refreshments will be served.”

  The girls remained silent as they walked down the halls. It was quite different from their normal chatting sessions. Of course, their sore throats certainly didn’t encourage witty banter.

  Brie was grateful to see a nice selection of wine. She grabbed a bottle of Merlot and a glass and sat down at a table. Lea joined her with a couple of bottles of beer. Even Mary came over and sat down at the table. She’d chosen to mix herself a rum and Coke.

  After a couple of sips, Mary shocked Brie by saying, “Okay, my doc says I have to share it with you so I’m just going to get it over with.”

  Brie put her glass down and looked at her sympathetically.

  “No! Pick that damn glass up and don’t you dare look at me.”

  Brie glanced over at Lea, but said nothing. She picked up her glass of wine and stared at the opposite wall.

  “Neither of you are allowed to say a word. I’m just going to say what I have to say and then I don’t want to hear you ever mention it again. Do you understand?” Mary growled.

  Both Lea and Brie nodded without looking at her.

  “Long story short, my mom abandoned me when I was eight. The bitch just up and left without a goodbye or anything. My dad…he was never parent material. He kind of lost it after she abandoned us.” Mary paused, probably contemplating how much to share. “I was left to fend for myself and I did okay on my own. But my dad never got over her leaving and he hated me for it. I could tell by the way he glared at me.”

  Mary stopped and took a long drink. She seemed about to speak, but then she took another long sip. Brie felt for her and sincerely wished Mary didn’t have to reveal her painful past.

  “So… By the time I was ten, my dad was heavily into drugs and drank all the time. But the only time it affected me was when he drank his rum and Coke and smoked crack.” She stopped again and drank over half of her cocktail. It surprised Brie that Mary would prefer rum and Coke when it’d had such a negative impact on her life.

  Mary continued, “The combination did something to his brain and he changed.” She barked angrily, “He never touched me sexually, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  Nobody said a word, so she went on, “My dad would make me lean against a kitchen chair and then he’d rant about how he wasn’t ever going to let me leave. That’s when the beatings would start. He knew exactly where to hit so that it caused the greatest amount of pain without leaving a mark. I think he got off on hearing me scream.” Mary picked up her glass and downed the rest of the drink. She got up and made herself a new one.

  When she sat down again, she said off-handedly, “A guy would have to think about that, wouldn’t he? Where to hit a little girl so it didn’t leave a permanent mark? Even though he was drunk and high, I always suspected he was coherent on some level. He just fucking hid behind the drugs and alcohol as an excuse to hurt me.”

  Brie took a sip of her wine, finding it hard not to turn and give Mary a hug.

  “Can you imagine beating up a ten-year-old kid? I fucking hate him! Hell, I hate my mother just as much. He probably got his jollies beating on her too, but what kind of mother leaves her little girl behind with such an animal? I blame her every bit as much as my dad.” She mumbled into her drink, “They can both go to hell.”

  She stopped talking and slowly downed the rest of the drink. Lea asked softly, “What happened last week?”

  “Oh, that? Well, Tono has this weird way of tying people up. I liked it at first, but I don’t know… It was creepy. I think that’s what started it. The two of us were having a good time together. I mean he is a hot piece of ass and God, he can make a girl come. But after being tied up for so long, I started to hyperve
ntilate. He asked if I was okay, but I didn’t want to stop so I claimed it was turning me on. He made a fine interrogator and we were just ramping up to the good stuff.”

  She sighed heavily. “Tono threatened to hurt me unless I divulged more information. I told him where to go and he slapped my face like in my fantasy. Normally, I like that kind of thing but I just flipped out and started screaming hysterically. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” No one spoke when she’d finished.

  Mary was a mystery to Brie. Drinking the same drink as her abusive father and seeking out situations similar to the abuse she suffered as a child? It was almost as if Mary were a moth, drawn to the flame that would eventually burn her.

  The more Brie reflected on it, the more she believed it was good that Mary had come to the Training Center. With the help of her counselor and the guidance of the trainers, maybe she would find a Dom who could help her to overcome the demons of her past in a constructive way.

  Master Coen came soon after to collect them. Instead of heading to the auditorium, they walked back to the same classroom. When she entered, she saw her hot, Italian Dom waiting for her. She smiled, remembering how smooth and tasty his cock was.

  Marquis Gray stood up to address the girls. “To be well-rounded submissives, you should be able to take a good face-fucking. Many Doms enjoy it. For your second practicum, we will observe how well you become vessels for your Doms.”

  Brie froze. It was one thing to take a man’s cock on her own terms and have control of the action, but it was completely different to let him have free rein over her resistant throat.

  “Kneel down before your Doms,” Marquis Gray ordered.

  Brie did so slowly, with a growing feeling of dread.

  Her dark-haired Italian commanded, “Undress me, slave.”

  She undid his pants and pulled them off. His beautiful cock stood before her. She realized it was the exact same size as the dildo. It gave her a little more confidence. She looked down the line and noticed all three men were the same size. How thoughtful of the trainers to pick normal-sized cocks for our first face-fucking session.

 

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