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stairs. The man moved up behind her and wrapped his
right arm around the front of her waist in a possessive manner. She
looked down and was not surprised to see his skin was the color of
dark chocolate.
    His voice was a low rumble next to her ear.
“Are you ready for me?”
    Brie’s breath came in short gasps. She
wasn’t prepared to do this… He turned her around and tilted her
head up. “Are you ready?”
    She looked up into his dark hazel eyes. Brie
expected to see anger and hatred reflected in them, her irrational
fear kicking in, but they were filled with lust—lust for her. She
nodded. He grazed his thumb across her lips before his mouth came
down on hers. His thick lips felt different and he had a spicier
smell to his musk. Neither was unpleasant.
    After the kiss, Brie’s new Dom held her arm
up and stroked the outline of her curves, causing her skin to
tingle as his hand made its way down to her hips. His dark skin
contrasted beautifully against her creamy white.
    Having this man touch her intimately felt
forbidden, even though her rational mind knew differently. She
decided to give in to the feeling—wanting to feel wicked. When he
kissed her again, she moaned into his mouth, letting his tongue
claim her.
    She heard movement on the stage. When he
broke the embrace, she saw that a bed and small table had been
placed near them. There were things laid out on the table, but she
couldn’t tell what.
    The Dom began untying her leather top. Soon
her chest was exposed to the audience. Brie looked away, not
wanting to acknowledge that she had observers. She realized,
however, that Sir was studying her with interest. She remembered
his critique and made a conscious choice to be more vocal with this
Dom.
    She put her hand on the man’s shoulder as he
helped her step out of the skirt and hose. Then he lifted her up
and placed her on the bed. “On all fours,” he commanded. Brie saw
the lubricant on the small table and began shaking all over. She
struggled to breathe as she got on her hands and knees, frightened
that what came next would hurt. A small whimper escaped her lips as
he joined her on the bed.
    Her Dom ran his hand over her back for
reassurance. “There is no reason to be frightened. I’m not going to
hurt you.” He picked up an object from the table. “Have you seen
one of these before?”
    She looked at the item in his hand. It
looked like a short phallus with a flanged end that was decorated
with a large blue crystal. Brie answered quietly, “No.”
    He seemed amused and nodded his head. “It
has an unromantic name, but is an enjoyable piece of
equipment.”
    Brie tried to calm her erratic heartbeat.
She was grateful that he was being understanding and patient with
her. “What is it?” she asked.
    “It’s called a butt plug.”
    Brie looked up at him nervously.
    Sir interrupted the scene to talk to the
other students. “As you can see, her Dom has chosen a smaller
device, since this is her first time.” The other girls nodded as if
they understood, but Brie couldn’t miss the relief on their faces
at knowing they weren’t the ones up on stage.
    She watched in a combination of fear and
fascination as the Dom covered it in lubricant. “Lay your head on
the pillow but keep your ass in the air. I want you to look back
towards me.”
    Brie did as he asked, the position making
her anus more accessible to him and easier for everyone else to
see. She held her breath as he moved down between her legs. What he
held in his hand was way bigger than the thing she had
played with. She closed her eyes, determined to be brave.
    “No, open them,” he demanded gently.
    She looked at him, realizing that being
silent and shutting her eyes to get through it was not allowed. Her
Dom needed and wanted Brie to communicate with him.
    She fought the urge to bite her lip as she
felt the cold tip of the plug push against her sphincter. She
gasped when he slowly eased it inside her, stretching her tight
hole, and