by Red Phoenix
“I wanted to take it slow with you, but there was no denying my lust tonight.”
Brie tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m glad you didn’t, Sir. I was about to burst into flame.”
“The smell of you…”
“I thought you were going to take me right there at The Haven.”
He ran his hands over her skin, washing away the remaining soap from her body. “I spent too many years fucking trainees in front of a panel. When it comes to taking you…I prefer to be alone.”
“I think you stole a year of my life with that little stunt. I feel completely drained, you lust-vampire.”
He let his cock slip out of her and turned Brie around, laughing. “Lust-vampire? That’s not one I’ve heard before.”
She looked up at him, the hot water still cascading down her back and over her well-spent sex. “You’ve earned it, Sir.” She stepped out of the shower feeling a little faint from the encounter and the hot steam.
Sir stayed behind to finish rinsing off. “Go lie down, Brie. I’ll join you shortly.”
She sprawled out on the bed, feeling utterly and beautifully spent. When Sir walked out he smiled at her. “Did I tucker my little sub out?”
“Completely.”
He crawled into bed with her and gathered Brie in his arms. “You never cease to amaze me. I thought you were mistaken to continue with our plan to scene tonight. Yet here we are having experienced a very successful night together.”
She caressed his strong jaw, admiring his gorgeous face. “It’s all because of you, Sir. You were so romantic during the scene.” She propped herself up and looked at him seriously. “I’m grateful that wasn’t stolen from me because of what happened.”
“It came down to a matter of trust—for both of us.”
“Yes.” Brie settled back down and thought back to the first time they’d met. “I think I have trusted you from the very beginning, before I even knew who you were.”
“Foolish girl,” he chided.
“Sir, can I ask you a question?”
“You know my standard answer. You can ask anything but that doesn’t mean I will answer the question.”
“Fair enough. You see, I’ve been wondering about my entrance video lately.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Go on…”
“I think the other trainers must have seen the video I submitted.”
He smirked. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, Lea and I got to talking about it when the trainers in Denver were looking over submission videos during my last visit. It made me wonder about my own video because, up to that point, I’d assumed you were the only one who saw it.”
“The panel always goes through the submission videos together. It ensures we have a balanced class of submissives.” Sir brushed the wet hair from her face. “However, yours was truly a piece of art, Brie. I’d never seen anything as charming as that smile when you threw your socks into the laundry basket.”
Brie snuggled up to him, enjoying his flattering critique of her video.
“We were all impressed that you did the entire video facing away from the camera with your clothes still on. No entrant had thought to do that before.” He glanced at her. “I found it…enchanting.”
Brie felt the heat of a blush rush to her cheeks, but she didn’t want him to stop. “Was that all you liked about it?”
Sir chuckled. “No. I also enjoyed the enthusiastic way you sucked that plastic phallus, but it was the look on your face when you penetrated your virginal ass that charmed me the most.”
“Charmed you?” Brie felt a twinge of embarrassment thinking back on that moment—her first self-administered anal penetration.
“Based on the form you filled out, it was a shock for all of us to see you perform that act. However, the look of surprise when it slipped in… Ah well, that was classic. I determined then that I would be the one to introduce your virginal ass to a real cock.”
Brie felt pleasurable tingles on hearing his confession. “How did the other trainers react when I called out your name?”
He shook his head. “That little slip almost cost you the spot, babygirl. None of the trainers were pleased, but Gray was especially troubled because he was convinced you knew me personally.”
“But you explained we were strangers, right?”
“I did, but it only seemed to provoke him further. The fact that you were fantasizing about a trainer before you even started the program was a major concern to him.” Sir tilted his head and shrugged. “Looking back on it now, I suppose he had a point.”
“What did you think when I called out your name?”
He grinned. “It was gratifying, Miss Bennett.”
“I still can’t believe I was brave enough to do the video with that tiny phallus, especially when I…” She blushed profusely, remembering back to the making of the video. “Truly it was only because I was thinking about you that I found the courage. I felt this deep stirring in my soul whenever I thought of you.”
“Which does bring validity to Gray’s initial argument. Luckily, Samantha fought hard for your inclusion in the training program.”
Brie looked up in surprise. “What?”
“You heard me correctly,” he chuckled. “Samantha fought to keep you, despite Gray’s protests, and was even able to convince Coen that you would be a good fit for our program.”
“And they both lived to regret it,” she said, laughing to herself.
“No, Brie. Coen respects you, and Samantha…I’m convinced she suffered with issues of jealousy, which clouded her professional judgment. However, she’s come to appreciate your abilities and talents since.”
“Rytsar told me at the cabin that he wanted to talk to you about her.”
“And he did, but I do not agree with him.”
“What are your thoughts on it, Sir?”
“My friend was damaged by his encounter with Samantha. It’s understandable that he still harbors strong feelings against her. It stands to reason that if he can’t trust her himself then he’s unable to trust her with anyone he cares about.”
“So you aren’t concerned about Ms. Clark?”
“Samantha has striven to change her behavior and has been through countless experiences since that incident. She’s not the same undisciplined woman she was in college. With that in mind, I have to answer no. I do not worry about her with you, although I completely understand why Durov feels that way. I’m certain I would as well if it had happened to me.”
“Sir, he asked me a question that has haunted me since.”
“What was that?”
“Rytsar asked if I trusted her, and I can honestly say that I don’t. I trust all of the other trainers, but I haven’t been able to fully trust Ms. Clark.”
Sir nodded. “Unfortunately, she’s never given you a reason to trust her. Trust must be earned, and she failed in that regard with you.”
“I always knew she was harsh as a trainer, but I respected her even when she was harder on me than the others. Knowing how much Lea cared for her, and then learning about your own relationship with her, has helped me to keep a more open mind.”
“How did you feel about her when you met in Denver?”
“It was very different. She seemed easygoing, less abrasive, although just as intense.”
“And how did you feel when you were alone with her?”
“I always feel uncertain around her, Sir. Even now. I enjoyed filming her scene, but I also felt like a mouse being played with.”
“That is an interesting way to put it. Although I know Samantha insists on having the upper hand with subs, I felt the tension with you and had to call her on it several times even after your training.”
“Sir, I never understood her obsession with forcing me to keep my eyes down until this last trip to Russia. After going to Rytsar’s club, I can appreciate why eye contact was so important to her. I believe her desire to please him played out in her training of the students.”
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br /> “You may be right, but I’m sure you understand that Durov doesn’t particularly care about eye contact when it comes to his submissives. He demanded it from Samantha because she was a Dominant, and it pleased him knowing it ate her up inside.”
“Always the sadist.”
Sir shook his head sadly. “I still can’t reconcile what happened between them…but I would never willingly put you in harm’s way. Rytsar may be blinded by what happened between them, but I’m not. I can see both sides and have seen the devastation it caused. However, if you do not feel safe around Samantha, I will make sure you are not left alone with her again. I trust your instincts, babygirl.”
“If I ever feel unsafe, Sir, I promise to let you know.”
“I suppose in the end it comes down to whether you believe people can change. I do, up to a point. Put in the same situation with the same stimuli, most will revert back to the way they were. It’s the reason I encouraged Samantha to give up on Durov. There was no hope and never could be, given their history. Since then, Samantha has matured and found her place within the BDSM community.” He looked at Brie and asked her solemnly, “Do you believe people can change?”
“Of course, Sir. I’m not the person I was before I met you.”
He gave her a sly smile. “I’ve never admitted this to anyone, but I kept your submission entry. I couldn’t delete such a masterpiece.”
Brie laughed, shocked but pleased by his admission. “I can’t believe you kept my video, Sir.”
“I was reckless when it came to you, right from the start. Tell me, babygirl, would you like to revisit that moment in your life?”
“Please, Sir.”
Brie snuggled up to him when he settled back on the bed with his laptop. She smiled to herself when she saw he had named the file “MasterpieceAKABrie”. As soon as he hit play, she could tell just how nervous she’d been by the way she smiled at the camera and then looked away.
Brie buried her head in his shoulder, embarrassed to watch. But when she heard her own laughter, she looked back at the screen and saw herself licking the tiny phallus.
“It was so incredibly small, Sir.”
“It was meant not to intimidate the entrants.”
It was hard not to burn with mortification when she started making mewing sounds as she attempted to deep-throat the thin tool. However, her juices started flowing when she heard herself moan as she lay down on the bed and fucked herself with it.
“I enjoyed hearing your unique noises. It made the experience that much more intimate and personal.”
Brie cuddled closer to him, very much enjoying his take on her video.
There was a pause in the action when she went to buy the lubricant from the corner store. When the camera flipped back on, Brie saw herself pulling off her socks. She distinctly remembered throwing them into the hamper and yelling, “Score!” when she made the basket.
Sir stopped the video when she looked back at the camera and smiled. “This is the exact moment you stole my heart. That open smile in the middle of a sexual scene.” He shook his head, his eyes warm with affection. “It was perfect.”
He hit play and Brie had to suffer the embarrassment of watching herself coat the tiny phallus with far too much lubricant and then tell herself out loud to relax as she tried to push it inside her anus without success.
“I thought you were done here—we all did—but then you…”
Brie blushed as she watched herself get on all fours, now facing the camera. She knew what was coming and buried her head in his shoulder again.
“Watch,” he commanded gently.
Brie looked back at the computer just as the toy slipped inside and she heard herself gasp.
Sir stopped the video again. “That tiny gasp and the surprised look on your face sealed my fate.”
Brie covered her eyes, humiliated by the humorous expression captured on the screen. Sir pulled her hand away and forced her to look at herself. “It was your reaction right after this that convinced us all you had real potential. You closed your eyes, deciding if you wanted to continue.” Sir smiled tenderly at her. “Despite your fears and inexperience, you chose to go on. You weren’t playing for the camera, you weren’t forcing yourself to do something you didn’t want to do. No, you were being true to your nature and we all recognized that strength in you.”
“I remember it like it was yesterday, Sir. I was scared to introduce a foreign object into my body, but all I had to do was imagine that it was you. I wanted to know what it felt like to have you deep inside that forbidden place.”
Sir placed his hand on her upper thigh. “That desire came across loud and clear in your video.”
She giggled. “To think I have Ms. Clark to thank for my acceptance into the program…” Remembering back to those beginning sessions, Brie said, “I do remember that she was complimentary in her critiques the first couple of days, before she grew to hate me.”
“It wasn’t until my claiming of you that I noticed her claws come out. She felt very protective of me, although there was no reason for it.”
“How did she find out what we did when it was done in private?”
“The Center has cameras in every room, Brie. I fully expected the trainers would see it. However, I’m a man who knows what he wants and refuses to play the coward by hiding my actions. I wanted you, so I claimed you before anyone else could fuck that fine ass of yours.” Sir lightly caressed her buttocks with his hands, grabbing them possessively.
“That was all I wanted, Sir. In fact, I was upset when the class ended that second night and I thought you weren’t going to keep your promise to me.”
“Ah, but I wasn’t about to ruin our intimate moment by inviting a live audience.” He pressed her body against his. “No, I wanted our first time to be as private as possible.”
“Even at the cost of losing your position at the Center…which eventually did happen.” Brie let out a heavy sigh. “I hate that you had to give up your job to collar me, Sir.”
“Some things are worth the sacrifice.” Sir kissed her on the lips as he slipped his fingers between her legs…
His cellphone rang, and Sir’s hand instantly froze. “That’s Thompson’s ringtone,” he explained as he reached for the phone.
Brie carefully watched his expression as Sir took his lawyer’s call. Although his voice remained calm, she noticed his lips twitch.
“Interesting… I suggest you set up a meeting at your office if that’s the case.” He paused for a moment and answered, “Fine, I’ll pay for the flight. Thursday will work for me. Until then, Thompson.”
Sir stared at Brie after he hung up, looking a bit stunned. “The test results came back positive. It appears I have a sister.”
Brie wasn’t sure how she felt about the news, but forced herself to reply optimistically. “That’s amazing, Sir.”
He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “To think I have a sibling I never knew about…”
“I take it you’re meeting her this week, based on the part of the conversation I heard.”
Sir took Brie’s hands in his. “We’re meeting her this week.”
“How strange it will be to meet her. Oh my gosh, I wonder if she looks like you.”
Sir surprised her by growling under his breath, “I hope for her sake Lilly looks nothing like her father. I don’t think I could handle it, given the part he played in my father’s death. In fact, the idea of meeting her brings back memories I’d rather not deal with.”
“But we’ll face them together, Sir,” Brie vowed, putting her hands on his chest. “This is a positive step forward for you.”
He frowned as he looked at the lock of Brie’s hair he was rolling between his fingers. “Although I’m curious about this girl, there are still so many questions that have yet to be answered.”
Lilly
Meeting Lilly at Thompson’s law office reminded Brie of the last meeting Sir had had with his mother. She sincerely hoped it would be the
only similarity.
“I don’t care if it seems odd or cold to her,” Sir stated as they rode up on the elevator. “I still have my reservations, and a professional environment will help to remove emotion from the equation if this goes poorly.”
“I understand your caution, Sir, given what you’ve been through.”
Sir hesitated with his hand on the doorknob to the meeting room. “Why do I have the unsettling feeling this is going to change my life in ways I can’t imagine?”
Brie put her hand on his. “Because it will. You have family again.”
Together they opened the door and walked inside. Sir immediately stopped and stood silent as he glared at Lilly.
The girl stood up to greet him, a pleasant smile on her face—an eerily familiar smile.
“I can’t believe it!” she cried, running up to Sir with her arms outstretched. To Brie’s horror, the girl was a perfect replica of Sir’s mother.
Sir kept his arm outstretched, keeping his distance as he shook the woman’s hand in a stiff manner. “There can be no doubt that you are my mother’s daughter.”
Lilly looked up at him, smiling. “And you! No doubt you are the son of a handsome Italian.”
Sir dropped her hand abruptly and turned to shut the door. Brie understood the emotional jolt he’d suffered, and spoke up to relieve some of the tension in the room.
“Hi, I’m Brie Bennett. It’s nice to meet you, Lilly.”
The girl took Brie’s hand, but then enfolded her in a hug. “Yes, I’ve read all about you. I haven’t seen your film yet, but I certainly plan to.”
Brie was taken aback when Lilly kissed her on the cheek, but she didn’t have time to react, because Lilly was back on Sir, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the table. “There’s so much to talk about!”
She sat down and covered her face with her hands, exclaiming excitedly, “Oh my God, you’re really my brother. This is so weird…”
Sir sat down slowly, and pulled out the seat beside him for Brie. “This is a shock for me as well.”