I added this scene because it was needed. When I wrote Brie on Display, Brie #7, there was one chapter that people begged me to expand. While revising the series into novel form, I realized that I agreed with them.
For your reading pleasure, I am posting the new scene BEFORE the release of the novel.
Brie has just scened with a training Dom - a man she has encountered before in the 'vanilla" world. She is supposed to evaluate his performance with her trainers (as well as his). Being a submissive to Blue Eyes has thrown her off a bit, but Faelan planned out his scene well and tailored it just for Brie. How will she rate the young wolf pup?
Find out by reading below:
After the three Doms had left the
room, Sir began the discussion with the Dominant trainers still in attendance.
“We would all like to hear your
honest opinions of your Doms’ performances.” He turned to Lea first. “Ms.
Taylor, how would you rate Master Allen’s scene with you?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Brie
saw Lea look up and smile. “Master Allen really seemed to care, Sir. He
continually asked my color, eased up when I indicated that I was reaching
yellow but did not stop. He pushed me like a good Dom should. I enjoyed the
session with him.”
“On a scale of one to ten, what
would you rate him?” Master Coen asked.
She said without hesitation, “I
would give him a six.”
A well-built, bald trainer from the
other table spoke up. “What would you say is his major weakness, Ms. Taylor?”
She shifted in her spot, making Brie
wonder if it was difficult for her to answer. “I didn’t feel like he was
reading me as we went. He was so dependent on asking my color that he didn’t
notice what should have been obvious.”
The female trainer at the table
replied, “I concur with the submissive. Master Allen was oblivious to her
discomfort until he asked.”
“Thank you for your observations,
Ms. Taylor,” Sir said. “You may kneel.”
Lea immediately settled on the floor
in a graceful motion.
Sir addressed Mary next. “Give us
your assessment of Mr. Hall’s performance, Miss Wilson.”
Mary answered smugly, “He still has a lot
to learn, Sir. The cautious way he used the crop was a complete turn-off. He
might as well have hit me with a wet noodle.”
The silence in the room was
deafening.
Sir replied with ice in his voice,
“Miss Wilson, a respectful evaluation is expected of a submissive. Demeaning
your Dom’s performance is neither welcomed nor appropriate.”
Brie felt a chill course through her, even though she was not the one being corrected.
Mary answered meekly, “Sorry, Sir.”
“Reword your statement,” Marquis
Gray instructed, his face expressionless.
Mary took a deep breath before
starting again. “Lord Hall was not confident with his use of the crop.”
The bald trainer at the other table
interjected, “I believe some of the fault lies with you, Miss Wilson. I noticed
you were emotionally unreadable, which made you difficult to work with. It
surprises me, considering the extensive training you’ve received at this
school.”
Brie shuddered at the trainer’s
assessment of Mary. She had never thought that by evaluating the training Doms,
they might end up inviting negative comments from the Dominant trainers
themselves. However, she realized she had been foolish to think otherwise. As
submissives, they were always under scrutiny—always.
Ms. Clark challenged Mary by asking,
“You started with his weakness, but I would like to know his strengths.”
Mary took quite a while to answer.
“He was…good-looking and pounded me decently.”
All eight trainers stared at her
without comment.
Mary was failing with her
evaluation, so Sir mercifully cut it short. “What would you rate him?”
“A three, maybe four.”
“Since I find your evaluation a
waste of our time,” Sir stated, “kneel down and rethink your answers. We will
speak after class.”
Mary sank to the floor slowly.
“Miss Bennett,” Sir began, his voice
tainted with irritation. Although she knew it wasn’t directed at her, Brie
still felt a quelling of her spirit. “How would you evaluate your Dom’s
performance?”
“Sir, I would rate Faelan a seven.”
The brawny trainer from the other
team jumped on her statement. “Why so high? Explain yourself.”
“I know it may seem odd, considering
we did not have intercourse, but it was that very fact that set him apart.”
Brie braved a look at the Dominant trainer. “I’m not sure how well I would
have handled a more intimate encounter because I’m acquainted with Faelan
outside of class. The fact he chose to tease rather than conquer me was shrewd.
It left me craving another session with him.”
Ms. Clark asked, “Had he demanded
intercourse, would you have complied?”
“Of course,” Brie answered,
remembering to keep her eyes lowered when she answered the Dominatrix.
“However, it would have been out of obedience, not personal desire.”
Brie heard the woman trainer at the
other table remark, “I did find his choice of scene odd, but it makes sense
now.”
“Miss Bennett.” Brie looked up, and
a distinguished white-haired gentleman nodded to her. “What do you see as a
weakness of Mr. Wallace?”
She answered with apprehension,
“Although Faelan read me well throughout the scene, he did come across a little
overconfident.”
Brie saw the female trainer smile.
The fourth man, a striking Native American, replied, “A valid point.” Brie had
presumed the bald man was the leader of the panel, but the authoritative way
this Dom spoke said differently. He glanced over to Sir. “I think we have what
we need from your submissives.”
Sir ordered Brie to kneel. She
followed his command as all of the Dominant trainers got up from their table
and left the room. Sir followed them out and spoke to the head trainer in the
hallway for several minutes.
It allowed Brie time to reflect on the scene
with Faelan. It shocked her that through that short encounter, Blue Eyes had
accomplished the one thing she did not want. The light caress of his feather
still lingered on her skin, causing goose bumps of desire for the boy.
