DARIUS POVDarius paced restlessly around the room, his hands on his waist as he waited for Lady Delilah’s arrival.He needed to clear the air, and he needed to know what training Brielle had received that had her underperforming. He didn't care that it was late; the mansion was still buzzing, and he knew Delilah would also be awake. Furthermore, whenever he had sessions with new submissives, Delilah would always stay at the mansion because she would check on them afterward to see if they had done well. But tonight would be different because he was filled with rage that he couldn't even describe. The images of Eve kept flashing through his mind, only to be replaced by Brielle repeatedly, and it disgusted him. Her moans and sobs rang in his ears, and the sight of her trembling naked figure on his bed made him curse aloud. “Fuck!” As he continued to pace his chambers, he twisted his neck and cracked his knuckles. He had put on his trousers after the embarrassing moment, his hard

BRIELLE’S POVBrielle was still reeling from the humiliation of being thrown out of Lord Darius' room the night before, and she couldn't handle the scorn that greeted her the next morning when she went to the public dressing area. News, they said, traveled like wind, and it seemed to have had a blissful journey.Brielle wished she was still in bed, and when she remembered Madeline's visit last night, she felt slightly relieved.While she walked, she noticed the maids pointing at her, the submissives looking at her with scorn and disappointment, and the guards curling their lips in a demeaning smirk. She would break down soon, that she knew, but still, Brielle had to face them all today because she couldn’t be in hiding forever.She should've been resting. If she had done her duties well last night, then she would have still been in bed, recuperating, making up, and recovering lost energy, but she had failed, and Lady Delilah had sent for her. Brielle dared to think about what woul

DARIUS POV"What made you decide to burden me last night?" As he stood behind Brielle, his breath fanned the hair on her shoulders, and he leaned in slowly, with his hands pleated at his back. He heard her hitch of breath as he asked her this question, knowing that he was affecting her, but she said nothing. She was trembling and shaking so badly that Darius wanted to wrap his arms around her and comfort her, but everyone in the room was watching them. Not that he cared about their opinion or that they could do anything to him, but he didn’t want to cause more rumors between the maids, submissive and guards.After the little scene earlier, where he had stopped Lady Delilah from punishing her, Darius had decided to question her behavior from last night because he needed an explanation.He'd fucking apologized to her, which was unusual for him. He had no idea what had happened to him, but he was spilling out the five-lettered apology words from his lips, and she seemed to accept the

FOUR DAYS LATER BRIELLE’S POV The days that followed Lord Darius taking over Brielle's submissive training role flew by. Her mornings were filled with the same routine: waking up, bathing, and pumping herself up in the public dressing room amid murmurs, stares, and pointing fingers. Brielle spent her afternoons in her room, sleeping or sitting alone or with Madeline, who now visited her room regularly, and she couldn't deny that she enjoyed her frenemy's company. It seemed strange, the last thing she would have expected, that Madeline, who had looked at her with such disgust and hatred the first few days in the mansion, was now her friend, but she liked it. When she wasn't talking to Madeline or sleeping, she would spend her afternoons staring out the window and into space. Brielle was relieved and a bit happy with Lady Delilah's strange absence these past few days. She had no idea where the mansion's mistress had gone too, but Brielle couldn't deny that her absence made every

BRIELLE’S POV Brielle's hands gripped Lord Darius's veiny manhood, slurping on the thick length. Cheers to her, thinking today's training would be similar to what Lady Delilah had done to her, but it wasn't. He'd told her it was a sex training, so they'd get right to the point and not waste any time. He'd break her and shape her to his liking, but he hadn't done anything yet because he only wanted her to pleasure him, and that she was doing. Knees down, as he had instructed, she would occasionally free her mouth from his dick, wanting to get some air before resuming the duty of making him orgasm.This was her second time doing this, and as she took him roughly, under his guidance, Brielle could tell from the groans he made that despite being a sex novice, she was doing a pretty good job.He had one hand wrapped around her hair, steadily guiding her lips in and out, while the other roved around her chest, quickly loosening the knots in her leather bra. Brielle felt a trickle of s