Brie's Christmas Pearls (Submissive in Love, #3) (7 page)

She looked through the viewfinder one more time to double check before answering. “It is, Marquis Gray.”

“Then undress, pearl, and come to me.”

Brie felt butterflies as she slowly removed her clothes. For the shoot, Brie and Sir had decided on a two-piece set of activewear made of a thin red material. It would allow the unhindered sensation of impact play while maintaining her modesty on camera. She folded her clothes neatly and set them on the floor, just as she had during her training sessions.

Once undressed, she turned on the camera and held up her fingers, counting down silently from three to one before walking towards Marquis. She suddenly felt shy before the ghostly white Dom with eyes that penetrated the soul. It reminded her of those first days of submissive training.

She fingered the white orchid in her hair nervously as she approached. Marquis nodded to her as he held out his hand, murmuring, “Remember who you are.”

A sense of self-assurance flooded through her at his words. Yes, she did know who she was and why she was here today. Brie held her head up a little higher, her eyes brimming with renewed confidence.

“Very good, pearl,” he stated, directing her to stand facing the St. Andrew’s Cross. He knelt down at her feet to buckle her ankles first. “On your toes,” he ordered.

Brie stood on tiptoes for him, taking a deep breath as he restrained her ankles. Then Marquis stood and bound her wrists. Once she was secure, he gently moved her long curls out of the way before tying a strip of lace over her eyes.

“Like old times…” he whispered.

She smiled, knowing the audience would wonder what he’d just said to her. It was an exhilarating feeling, this private dance between them being played out before the camera.

She heard Marquis Gray move away from her, then Mozart filled the room. Brie sighed with contentment, loving that unique element of Marquis Gray’s scenes. The next sound was of a flogger cutting the air, alerting her to the fact that he was about to begin. Instead of fear, she felt only excitement and longing. She hadn’t forgotten his skill with the flogger, and neither had her body.

Brie knew the moment the tails slapped across her skin that it was the same flogger he’d used in their first scene together during training—the one that had helped her to fly for the first time.

“Color, pearl?”

“Green, Marquis Gray.”

He continued lightly stimulating her skin with the flogger, using slow, fluid movements that matched the tempo of the music. It left her back warm and her muscles relaxed when he was done.

Marquis put down the instrument and returned to her, caressing her skin with a rough material she knew well.

“Lace,” Brie sighed.

“Red lace.”

“I’d forgotten how good it felt.”

His chuckle was low and irresistible as he moved away again. After picking up the next flogger, he informed her, “This next one will demand a little more of you.” If it had been Rytsar, Brie would have tensed. However, she knew Marquis. There was no reason to fear him, only to anticipate…

The song changed and a more lively melody started up. It made her want to move to the music, but her restraints prevented it. Instead Brie stood on her toes, her calf muscles burning, but she relished the challenge of the pose. It kept her focused on Marquis, the position showing off the beauty of her submission in physical form.

When the new flogger made contact, Brie let out a soft moan.

“Color, pearl?”

“A lovely shade of green,” she answered.

The strokes were perfectly timed to match the energetic rhythm of the classical piece. It took the sensations of the physical and transformed them into a spiritual experience, connecting the stimulation with the timeless melody, etching it in her mind.

Brie felt the first hint of subspace tugging at her, demanding that she let go.

Marquis stopped at the end of the song and returned to her side. Soft fur glided over her skin, causing a cascade of pleasant shivers.

“That feels incredible,” she purred.

“Nothing like opposing stimuli to heighten sensation.”

“You’re a true Master.”

He chuckled warmly as he continued to rub the soft fur over her arms, back and neck, drawing her into connection with him—readying her mind and body for the final experience.

“It’s time to fly, pearl.”

Her heart fluttered when he left her side. The thought of that intimidating flogger stroking her back was daunting, but Marquis’ skillful guidance during the scene had Brie wanting to know its character—longing to experience its unknown touch.

The music became more dramatic, matching the mood of the final scene. She heard the massive flogger cutting the air before it even made contact. The impact covered her entire back, eighty tails striking at once. It was like nothing she’d experienced before.

He stroked her again, the thud of the giant flogger taking her breath away.

“Color?”

“A brilliant shade of green.”

“So you enjoy the thud of this one, pearl?”

She nodded, smiling in the direction of the camera so there would be no doubt in the minds of the audience.

“Then you have my permission to fly.”

Brie’s loins contracted in pleasure as Marquis began stroking her with the two-handed flogger. The large area, along with the strength of the impact, meant every lash was perfect and all-encompassing.

As the strokes he applied became harder and faster, her body began to tingle, starting at the area of impact and traveling outward to her fingers and toes. Brie lost herself in the feeling, anticipating each stroke as it came and reveling in the warm sensation that coursed through her from its impact.

Eventually everything blurred, even her connection to Marquis as she became one with the flogger. When he paused to ask her color, Brie fought to answer, knowing he was asking for the benefit of the audience that would be watching.

She stilled herself enough to answer clearly, “Green”, in case her father ever watched.

“Excellent.”

The thud of the flogger began again. This time she let go and allowed herself to fly…

Brie felt hands on her and heard Marquis’ deep voice, but she couldn’t understand what he was saying, nor did she care. She just smiled as he released her wrists, lightly rubbing them both before releasing her ankles and doing the same.

Marquis picked her up, cradling her in his arms. “Well done, pearl.”

She smiled at him drunkenly. “I like your new flogger, Marquis.”

“I was confident you would.”

He carried her over to Sir and she heard her Master say begrudgingly, “That was an impressive scene, Gray.”

“Thank you, Sir Davis. I’ve grown quite fond of the new flogger.” He handed Brie over to Sir, stating abruptly, “I’m sure you understand that due to tonight’s training, I have no time for aftercare.”

Marquis walked over and turned off the camera before returning to Brie. “It was a pleasure to work with you again, Miss Bennett.”

She was still flying on the high he’d created and grinned. “Thank you, oh Marquis of the Master Flogger.”

Sir said nothing as he watched Marquis leave, but once the door shut he looked down at Brie and said, “Well, someone needs to look after my little flier.”

He carried Brie to a large lounge chair and sat down with her still in his arms. Sir gently stroked her hair with his fingertips, creating tiny trails of tickling sensation.

“You were beautiful to watch,” he said softly.

She looked up at Sir, feeling a profound sense of love. “What was it like? Watching?”

“Marquis’ motion reminded me of sword play; the way he wielded that two-handed flogger was both graceful and intense.” Sir gazed down at her and asked, “Did you enjoy it as much as it appeared?”

She nodded unashamedly.

Sir muttered, almost as an afterthought, “Sometimes I forget how extraordinary you are.” He crushed her against his chest, rocking her gently in his protective arms for a long time before he added, “I will consider what you said about my mother.”

Marquis Gray is a cunning man
, Brie thought. Somehow, by having Sir watch the scene and then force him to take care of her afterwards, Marquis had broken down the wall between them.

It was sobering to realize what a formidable force Marquis Gray truly was.

His Virgin

S
ir surprised Brie when they arrived home that night, after her filming with Marquis at the Center. “Being back in my old stomping grounds and watching your scene today has brought back many pleasant memories. I have a mind to recreate one right now. Are you game?”

Brie was quick to answer. “Always, Sir.”

He picked her up amid a peal of laughter and squeals, marching her straight to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, staring down at her hungrily. “We will relive the taking of your virginal ass, but change it up a little.”

She trembled at the thought. “Change it up how, Sir?”

“I’m not your trainer and you are not my student.”

“Go on,” she encouraged, now intrigued.

“We’ve just met at a party with mutual friends. I’m infatuated by that perfectly shaped ass and after much persuading you have agreed to let me take your anal virginity. I can tell you’re nervous, but you invite me to your bed anyway.”

Brie bit her lip, her whole body responding to his suggestion. “That sounds delicious, Sir.”

“No names tonight. We don’t want to ruin the illusion.”

She nodded her agreement. “No names.”

“Get into character, my dear,” he commanded gently.

Brie closed her eyes, imagining the thrill and excitement of bringing a stranger to her bed. The girl she was imagining had been without a partner for so long that she was nervous about being intimate with such a handsome and captivating man. Naturally she was hesitant to give away such a private part of herself, but his confidence and interest in her was intoxicating. She might give him
anything
if he asked…

Brie opened her eyes and crossed her legs, nonchalantly covering her breasts with her arm so that she appeared less exposed, more modest. Gazing up at Sir, she swore he looked different—as if he were younger, less sure of himself. However, the hunger in his eyes remained, drawing her to him. It seemed Sir was every bit as good at getting into character as she was, and it thrilled her to the core.

She patted the area beside her on the bed, beseeching him to join her.

He smiled down at Brie as he meticulously unbuttoned his shirt and casually cast it to the floor. She held her breath when he lay next to her, suddenly feeling unsure of herself.

He cupped her chin gently and kissed her—and all uncertainty melted away. His kiss was demanding yet tender at the same time. When he pulled away, she sighed with contentment. Without asking, he took her wrist and moved her arm to her side so he could stare unimpeded at her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the material of her blouse because of his intense scrutiny.

She held her breath when his finger lightly grazed her erect nipple, sending wavelets of energy down to her groin. She moaned into her pillow, wondering what kind of power he possessed.

“How long has it been?”

Brie laughed in disbelief. “You don’t ask a girl a question like that. It’s considered rude.”

He continued to lightly play with her nipples as he replied, “I only asked to gauge how I should proceed with you.”

She pursed her lips, embarrassed to admit the truth. “A year and three months…and five days.”

He gave her a charming half-grin. “Such an exact answer.”

“Yeah, so it’s been a while,” she told him in a voice that didn’t invite any more questions or comments on the subject.

He circled her nipple lazily with his finger, looking rather amused. “Then I suppose I should take it slow with you.”

“As opposed to?”

“As opposed to turning you over right now, holding you down, ripping your clothes off and fucking that sweet little ass.”

Her pussy contracted with pleasure as she imagined him on top of her, pumping away, but she definitely wasn’t ready to be ravished like that—at least not yet.

“Slow is nice,” she agreed.