Secrets of the Heart (Brie's Submission Book 20)

by Red Phoenix

  His hands move from my shoulders down to my breasts as he begins rubbing my nipples lightly through the thin material of my blouse.

  I am quite aware of his friend’s heated gaze, but I can’t stop the tingling the man’s touch evokes. As he continues to tease my nipples, he murmurs, “You were made for this. Even now your body is preparing itself for penetration.” He leans closer to my ear. “Do you feel yourself getting wet?”

  I nod in surprise. Despite my fears, I can feel the wetness dripping from me, soaking my panties.

  “Look at my friend. Do you see the lust in his eyes and that bulge in his pants? That is the natural response of a man. He wants you, just as I want you. But…” he growls in my ear. “He can’t have you.”

  I moan, feeling relieved and turned on as I look at the other man. My eyes drift down between his legs, mesmerized by how large his bulge is.

  “When I return to you, I will be taking you upstairs to the bed your mother has prepared for us.”

  I squirm with anticipation and fear in the chair as I watch them both leave.

  This time, the wait is much longer. I hear the laughter of my family as the strangers tell exciting tales of their travels.

  The delicious scent of venison stew drifts through the air as it cooks in the pot. The few morsels of beaver have not quenched my hunger and my stomach growls in response.

  When the man finally returns, I hold my breath as he moves behind me. This time, he slips his hands underneath the collar of my blouse.

  I let out a whimper when his fingers touch my bare nipples. The fire he has ignited bursts into flame as he lightly tugs and plays with them.

  “That ache you have inside you? I’m going to fill it and complete you.”

  I moan as he unties the leather that binds my wrists and takes my hand. I walk out of the room with him, my whole family watching in silence as he leads me upstairs.

  Once in the room, he orders me to strip, but I hesitate, having never undressed in front of a grown man before.

  “Now,” he commands.

  With shaking hands, I slowly reveal my body to him as my clothing pools around my feet.

  Walking around me slowly, I feel his hand graze my buttocks seductively as he tells me, “There is something extremely erotic about a woman who has never known the touch of a man.”

  Leaning in for a kiss, he touches my mound and groans. “So wet for me.”

  “Yes,” I answer in a hushed whisper, responding to his desire.

  He rubs his fingers against my clit before he rims my virginal opening with his finger. “Nature has protected you, preserving you for this moment. Do you feel how tight this is?” he asks huskily, penetrating me with his pinky finger.

  I let out a gasp, the feeling too strange and new.

  “I must break this barrier so that I can fill you.”

  “Yes,” I agree, my breaths coming faster.

  Leaning close to my ear—so close that I can feel his breath—he whispers, “Do you want me to take you?”

  As nervous as I am about losing my virginity, I want to be claimed by him and nod.

  “Then lie on the bed.”

  My body trembling, I lie down and look up at him shyly.

  He meets my gaze as he unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the floor before untying his pants and pulling them down to expose his thick cock.

  I whimper when I see it, my fear returning in full force.

  “Yes, it will hurt. But that is the way of nature…”

  I let out a nervous cry as he settles between my legs. Taking hold of his cock, he rubs the head of his shaft against my wet mound, teasing my clit with it.

  He then moves in to kiss me, his cock pressing against my small opening. I instantly tense again, fearing the pain.

  “Relax…” he murmurs seductively. “I will go slowly.”

  I look up into his blue eyes, trusting him. When he leans in for the kiss this time, I part my lips.

  I freeze when his tongue enters my mouth. Lying there, barely breathing, I let him explore my mouth, his tongue gliding over my teeth before he kisses me more deeply.

  When he pulls away, his eyes shine with desire as he demands, “Kiss me back.”

  I tentatively slip my tongue between his lips as he presses his mouth against mine, and I hear him grunt in satisfaction.

  Claiming my mouth, he starts pressing his shaft against my opening more forcefully. The pain increases the harder he pushes. When his cock breaches my opening, my cries are muffled by our kiss.

  Tears run down my cheeks as his shaft slips deeper into me, opening up my virginal walls.

  Letting out a masculine groan, he pulls back and smiles. “No more tears. You are a woman now.”

  I blink them back as he starts moving inside my body.

  “Kiss me again.”

  I lift my head to meet his lips, my body tingling with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he begins stroking me with his manhood.

  Entranced by the physical connection, I open my legs a little wider even though each thrust of his cock challenges me.

  Encouraged by the invitation, he starts rolling his hips, forcing his cock even deeper. It is too much and I cry out.

  He murmurs gruffly, “Let me fill that ache inside you.”

  Looking up into his blue eyes, I relax, willingly giving myself over to the primal act.

  His thrusts become faster and faster as he claims me with his hard cock. The sound of skin against skin fills my ears.

  Suddenly, I feel him stiffen above me as he lets out a passionate cry, his shaft rhythmically pumping inside me. I moan as he coats my insides with his seed.

  Afterward, he lies down beside me.

  He kisses me again, his fingers moving down to my clit. I whimper as he starts rubbing.

  I squirm from the intense stimulation and he smiles, commanding me to lie still.

  Soon, the room is filled with the wet sound of my growing excitement as he keeps rubbing me faster. I feel a fire building inside me and scream when the core of my body suddenly explodes in pleasure so intense that it feels as if it is going to consume me.

  “Yes…” he whispers in my ear.

  My thighs shake uncontrollably as the incredible feeling takes over my body. Finally, it ebbs, and I am left trembling and weak.

  He kisses me deeply then, his blue eyes glinting irresistibly when he tells me, “Welcome to your womanhood.”

  Brie put down her pen and slipped her fingers between her legs to play with herself as she read back over it. Halfway through the fantasy, she heard Sir clear his throat near her.

  Embarrassed at being caught, she confessed, “I had a dream and couldn’t sleep.”

  “I can see that.”

  Giggling nervously, she held up her journal to him. “So, I decided to write it down.”

  “It must be a stimulating fantasy.”

  He was standing in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression.

  “Would you like to read it, Sir?”

  Walking over to her, he sat on the couch and took the journal from her hand. Rather than reading it, however, he set it on the coffee table.

  “I’m not interested in your fantasy right now.”

  Grabbing the back of her neck, he kissed her deeply as he slowly pushed her down on the couch…

  Pain and Pleasure

  Based on their past conversations, Brie was certain Finn would be interested in producing her documentary. She called to make an appointment, but his secretary told her that he was booked three months out.

  Undeterred, Brie went to his office the next morning, ready to wait the entire day, if necessary, to catch him between appointments.

  She never saw him.

  Before she left, she handed the receptionist a note to give to Finn.

  Unwilling to sit and wait by the phone, Brie visited several production companies she thought would be a good fit.

  After a week of hustling and getting zero responses, Brie had the
sinking feeling that Mary may have been right.

  Still convinced that Finn was her best bet, she returned to his office to wait him out. In the film industry, he was known for being a renegade, and she was confident that if she could just meet with him, they could come to an arrangement.

  After five days of waiting at his office and getting nowhere, she finally faced the fact that Holloway had gotten to him, too.

  Returning home that night, she couldn’t hide her feeling of overwhelming disappointment. “I’ve been turned away from every single person I’ve reached out to.”

  “What about putting it out as an independent film?” Sir suggested.

  The brave face she’d been carrying around all day crumpled. “Even the distributors refuse to talk to me.”

  Sir took her in his arms. “I’ve reached out to a few people of my own. It’s not over until the day you stop trying. You’ll find a way. I am certain of it.”

  Brie kissed him, needing the reminder. “I love you.”

  Leaning down, she picked Hope up off the floor and snuggled her for comfort.

  Intellectually, Brie knew Sir was right but, in her heart of hearts, she was afraid that her film career was truly over. Not only was she afraid that her second documentary would be buried, but now there was the real possibility that Alonzo’s film would never be made.

  It broke her heart and she let out a heart-wrenching sob.

  Sir wrapped his arms around both her and Hope. “You’ve faced impossible odds before and never given up, babygirl—I am living proof.”

  She looked up at him, touched by his words.

  Suddenly, she heard a pounding at the door.

  “Moy droog!”

  Sir took Brie’s hand and kissed it, before going to let him in.

  Rytsar barged into their house, holding a paper in his hand. He sounded upset. “A critical issue has arisen, brother.” He glanced at Brie with a look of concern.

  “What do you mean?” Sir demanded, staring at the letter Rytsar held.

  His eyes on Hope, cradled in Brie’s arms, Rytsar frowned. “The Reverend Mother wrote to me, letting me know that she is stepping down at the end of the year.”

  “Oh, no,” Brie whimpered. “She’s the only one I trust to keep Lilly in line.”

  Rytsar nodded. “My sentiments exactly, radost moya. I must go to the convent to assess the situation. I will report back to you when I am done.”

  “I should be the one to go,” Sir stated. “She is my half-sister.”

  “You have forgotten, moy droog. You and I are brothers. Therefore, she is technically my half-sister, too,” Rytsar replied, punching his fist against his palm.

  The memories of the attempted kidnapping still too fresh in her mind, Brie hugged Hope closer to her and shuddered.

  Rytsar brushed his hand with the sun tattoo against Hope’s cheek, saying in a gruff voice, “Do not be concerned. I’ve dealt with the slaver and the men involved. They cannot touch moye solntse where they are now. The only one left is Lilly.”

  Brie looked up into his haunted eyes, heeding Rytsar’s ominous tone.

  “I agree that an assessment must be made before we can make a sound decision about Lilly,” Sir stated. “But I should be the one to do it.”

  “While I defer to you as her blood relation, I am going with you,” Rytsar insisted.

  Brie spoke up. “I should be there, too.”

  Both men shook their heads vehemently.

  She told them, “But I’m the one who has been most hurt by Lilly. I deserve to confront her.” She turned to Sir. “Like Darius, I need her to know the extent of the damage she has done to me…” She glanced at Hope. “…to us.”

  “I don’t want you anywhere near her,” Sir stated firmly.

  “Nor I, radost moya,” Rytsar spat.

  Resolute in her decision, Brie insisted, “I know you both feel responsible for Lilly, but I have a stake in this, too.”

  Neither of them seemed comfortable with the idea, so she tried persuading them further. “With the Reverend Mother and both of you there, there is no risk to me.”

  “I still do not like the idea,” Rytsar growled.

  Brie turned to Sir. “I said I wanted to go, but I was mistaken. What I meant was…I need to go.”

  He let out a long sigh, looking at her uncertainly. “Give me time to think on this.”

  Knowing how fiercely Sir felt about protecting her, Brie appreciated that he was willing to consider it.

  “Thank you.”

  The moment Shadow appeared in the hallway, Hope started squirming in Brie’s arms. Setting her down, Brie held her breath as she watched Hope get up on all fours and start crawling toward the cat. “When did she learn to do that?”

  “She must have picked up a thing or two while watching Jonathan toddle about,” Sir said in amazement.

  Shadow was so excited to see Hope crawling toward him that he ran up to her. Hope reached out to touch the cat and lost her balance, immediately collapsing to the floor. But, she did not let that deter her. She got back up on all fours, making happy squeals as Shadow rubbed himself against her, purring loudly.

  The weight of the big cat pressing against her body made Hope lose her balance again and she rolled back onto the floor. Breaking out in a string of giggles, she got back up and started crawling again.

  Watching her, Brie realized that Hope was teaching her a lesson about life and showing her how she needed to approach the new obstacles in her way.

  Giving up wasn’t an option for Hope—or for her.

  Late that night, Brie lay on the binding table as Sir teased her with fire. He had indulged in an unusually long session, knowing they needed the intimate distraction.

  Brie marveled at the flames as they danced on her body, entranced by their dangerous elegance. Under his expertise, fire became his instrument, seducing her with its beauty and delighting her with its heat.

  Brie purred with pleasure as he swept the flames away, cherishing his touch as much as the heat of the flames themselves.

  Afterward, he gently washed her skin before picking her up and carrying her to the bed for a little aftercare.

  Once he undressed, he joined her. Brie laid her head on his naked chest, unsure why she was suddenly so weepy. She tried to hide it, but he felt her silent tears as they fell.

  “It’ll be okay,” he assured her.

  He probably thought she was crying about Lilly, but she didn’t know where these tears were coming from.

  Brie sought out his lips, giving in to the desperate need to be closer to him. Soon the kisses became sensual caresses and she begged, “I want you, Master.”

  He responded by moving between her legs and rubbing his hardening shaft against her pussy. With a smirk and low growl, he said, “Is this what you want?”

  She nodded, smiling up at him through her tears. Guiding him into her, she let out a satisfied cry as he filled her with his rigid cock.

  “Fuck…” he groaned hoarsely.

  Brie wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him as he moved inside her.

  He stopped for a moment and stared down at Brie.

  “Are you pregnant?”

  She smiled, looking up at him. “No…I couldn’t be, could I?”

  He thrust into her again and stated, “I think you are.”

  Brie giggled, wondering if that was the reason for her sudden tears.

  “I assumed your body was hot because of the fire play, but now I’m not convinced that’s the reason.”

  Brie thrilled at the thought of having another child with Thane. Unsure now when her documentary would be released, it seemed the perfect time to bring another child into the world.

  Sir was so convinced that she was pregnant, he smiled the entire time he played with her body that night. It was as if his love making became an extension of his aftercare.

  Kissing Brie all over, he was gentle and attentive to her as he brought her to release several times. Sir did not allo
w himself to come until he felt she was fully satisfied.

  Afterward, he held her tight against him, his smile remaining on his lips until he finally drifted off to sleep.

  Early the next morning, Brie slipped out of bed to take a pregnancy test, dying with curiosity to see if Sir was right.

  After peeing on the stick, she waited anxiously as the first line slowly appeared. Her concentration focused on the test, she nearly jumped out of her skin when Sir came up beside her. “So, what’s the verdict?”

  She giggled nervously. “I’m not sure yet.”

  They both watched as the faint blue of a second line appeared.

  “Oh, my goodness. You were right!”

  He smiled, taking her into his arms. “Now the question is, will it be a boy or a girl?”

  Brie giggled, standing on tiptoe to kiss him. “It doesn’t really matter, does it? Girl or boy, Hope is going to have something we do not—a sibling to grow up with.”

  “I knew you were hot last night,” he growled seductively, giving her a passionate kiss.

  “And I know you’re hot every night,” she said, smiling up at him.

  He tweaked her nose before picking her up and twirling her in his arms. “How do you feel, little mama?”

  “A little bit more prepared and a little bit more scared,” she answered honestly.

  He set her back down. “Why?”

  She gave him a worried look. “I don’t know how I am going to divide my time between two children.”

  He winked at her. “Luckily, there are two of us so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

  Brie sighed in contentment when Sir placed his hand firmly on her stomach. “It’s going to be easier to accept the delays with my film knowing we have another baby coming.”

  “I wholeheartedly agree, but this changes everything.”

  “How?” she asked, wonder what he meant.

  “You will not be traveling to Russia.”

  Brie was about to protest, but realized he was right. She wouldn’t be able to handle being near Lilly now that she was pregnant.

  Sir lifted her chin with his finger and gazed into her eyes. “Just to be clear, I won’t be going, either. In fact, I will be cancelling all my travelling for the next nine months. I will accept Rytsar’s offer to go to Russia and make the assessment. I missed out on Hope’s pregnancy and I am not willing to miss out on this one.”