The Gentleman Mentor(59)

I nod toward the door. “You are to go inside and undress completely. Then I want you to kneel with your forehead on the floor, so that your ass and pussy are displayed for me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We never fully outlined your limits.”

“I trust you.”

I can see her pulse strumming almost violently in her neck. As much as it pains me, in order to really push Brielle tonight, I need to call in some backup. I saw her reaction to Reece earlier, and I’m going to use it to my full advantage.

She wants to know what I like, and what I really enjoy is taking a sub so far outside herself that she’s fully reliant on me. I want to push her so she’s just beyond the edge of her comfort zone. It’s only then that she has fully given herself to me. And I need to feel that from her tonight. I need to know she’s really mine; it’s the only way to completely let her in.

I open the door, turning the light to red as Brielle goes inside. The private rooms are all nice, but this is one of my favorites. It’s a large room with a four-poster bed covered by a single white sheet. The only light in the room comes from a half dozen candles that burn in sparkling crystal dishes across the room. It’s a beautiful environment, made even more stunning by the beautiful woman who’s stepped into the room.

I close the door softly behind her, giving us both a moment to prepare for what is sure to be the most intense scene we’ve ever shared.

After several minutes, I’m ready, and I can practically feel the anticipation and nervous energy flowing off of Brielle, even through the closed door.

I open the door and find her exactly as I’ve instructed. She’s kneeling on the soft wool rug in the center of the room. Her forehead is resting on the carpet, her ass is upturned toward me so that my view is of her perfect pussy and little pink asshole. My cock jumps to attention as all the blood in my body pumps south, hard and fast.

“You’ve presented yourself beautifully,” I say, so she knows it’s me who’s just entered the room.

“Thank you, sir,” she murmurs.

“I’ve brought you a surprise. Are you ready for him?”

“Him?” she squeaks, all the muscles in her body tightening.

I’ve called Reece for help with this scene. “Is that okay?” I ask.

After several moments, I hear her small voice again. “I trust you, sir.”

“That’s a good girl.”

I open the door and watch as her breathing grows shallow at the sound of distinctly male footsteps across the floor. I can’t even begin to imagine Brielle’s mind space right now, but I’ve pushed her further than ever before, and so far she’s accepting of it.

I won’t let Reece lay a hand on her, and he knows that, but something about her reaction earlier, both to him and to the couples putting on a public show, tells me this is just the kind of thing to push her to the next level.

“Would you look at how pretty that is, Reece?”

It’s the first time I’ve spoken his name, and my use of it is deliberate. I want her to picture two tall, powerful Doms standing over her nude body, both of us rock hard. She holds all the power, and the way she relaxes and pushes her ass out just a fraction more tells me she knows this.

“She’s fucking gorgeous.” Reece’s voice is rough and low. He might be an experienced Dom, but even he can see how beautiful, and unique this woman is in all her naked glory.

“And she’s learning to be a good little submissive. Presenting her tight little asshole and pussy to us like that.” I have to fight to maintain the composure in my voice, that’s how much this scene is affecting me. Blood hums through my veins, and I’m intoxicated by her.

“She looks good enough to eat,” he comments.

I glance over at him, and when I see a dark, hungry look in his eyes, I shoot him an evil glare. Dream on, fucker.

I walk closer to Brielle, leaning down beside her to stroke my fingertips lightly over her spine. “You’re doing beautifully,” I whisper.

Normally I wouldn’t dole out compliments just yet, but this isn’t her world. This is totally new for her, and she could easily pass for a pro with how well she’s handling this.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“Nervous,” she admits and then she adds softly, “Alive.”

“That’s perfect.” My fingertips follow the graceful curve of her spine, down to her ass. “Open for me just a little more. Ease your knees apart.”

She does, and when I lower my fingers to her sex, I find her soaking wet. I push one finger inside, loving the feel of her tight walls clinging to me.