and
demanding.
“Toriko, you have the prettiest
honey-colored eyes.” He added lustfully, “And I like the way your
tits bounce with each thrust of my cock.”
She asked, not wanting to break his command,
“May I look, Tono?”
“I want you to.”
She looked down at her dancing breasts. With
each hard stroke, they bounced delightfully. It gave her a sense of
power knowing her breasts heightened his enjoyment. She gazed into
his eyes again and smiled—her smile just for him. Tono was
intoxicating.
“I shall plant my seed deep inside you,
toriko.” She moaned loudly, wanting to feel his come bathe her
insides. He took both hands and grabbed her buttocks, commanding
that she arch her back farther, keeping her eyes on him as he
came.
Then Tono released his passionate wrath on
her body. She couldn’t breathe as he rammed her with his shaft. It
was amazing and frightening, the way he owned her with his cock.
She never broke eye contact with her Dom. She knew the moment he
released his seed inside her and her entire body hummed with
pleasure.
“Thank you, Tono, thank you…” she
whispered.
He slowed down, but remained inside her. He
looked at her in the mirror, commanding something with his eyes
that he did not voice. Suddenly, the delayed contractions of a
sweet orgasm took her and she caressed his manhood with her climax.
Wetness flowed from inside her depths, spilling out when he
disengaged from her.
“That’s my good love slave,” he said,
petting her long hair. “Now clean it up with your panties.” She did
so immediately, embarrassed to have made a mess. He took the thong
from her and kissed it. “This, I keep.”
Both dressed quietly while the others
finished with their sessions. Before he left, she knelt beside him
and bowed. “Thank you, Tono.”
He told her to lift her head up and then
said softly, so only she could hear, “I will be back for you.”
She smiled at him affectionately. “If it
pleases you.”
When he left, she turned in the direction of
the four trainers. She kept her head bowed in the respectful
kneeling position she preferred. After all the men had left, Sir
spoke to the class. “Those who have not been called to meet
privately will proceed to the commons. Someone will come to get you
for the second practicum.”
Brie watched poor Taylor follow the silent
and foreboding Marquis out of the room. She could see Taylor
shaking. How bad would her punishment be? At least the girl always
had the option to quit if it got too rough.
Sir nodded to Blonde Nemesis and only said
one word. “Follow.”
Brie watched helplessly as Sir left with
her. To keep herself from falling apart, she reflected on Tono’s
lovemaking. Even if Sir no longer wanted her, at least she had a
Dom she adored.
Facing the Unknown
Brie and Sanders proceeded to the commons
and found a lovely salad and some wine set out for them. The two
sat down and began eating quietly. “What’s your first name?” Brie
asked between bites.
“Teri.”
Brie held out her hand. “Well, hello, Teri.
My name is Brie.”
Teri took her hand and shook it firmly.
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Hey, do you think Taylor will
be okay?”
“I have to believe the school wouldn’t be
world renowned if they abused their students.”
“I know, but man, I wouldn’t want to be her
right now. That was brave of you to stick up for her like you
did.”
“I just hated how Blondie—I mean,
Wilson—tattled on her. Especially after Mr. Gallant instructed us
to support each other.”
“Yeah, I don’t trust that woman farther than
I can throw her. I can’t believe she is getting special treatment
from Sir for being a rat.”
Teri couldn’t have known how her words would
affect Brie. She suddenly imagined Sir mounting Blondie as they
spoke, and it made her blood run ice cold. “Oh well, eventually
she’ll get hers,” she grumbled.
They were finishing their meal when Taylor
walked in. Her eyeliner was
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