Brie's Submission (4-6) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 2)

by Red Phoenix

  She was surprised that he frowned. Everything had appeared to be going well, but he definitely did not look happy and she felt the air leave her lungs.

  “This has been a shitty week. No, the reality is that the last two months have been shitty. The last thing I wanted today was to like your work. I don’t need the hassle. In truth, all I want to do is take a long vacation and forget the last few months ever happened. But it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen now.”

  Brie was finally able to breathe again. “I’m pleased to hear that, Mr. Holloway.”

  “I bet you are,” he snarled, as if she had wronged him by creating quality work. “I’ll show this around to a couple of my friends and get back to you next week. Looks like I’ll be scrapping my last project in lieu of this one.”

  Brie stood up and gave him a firm handshake. “That is excellent news. I look forward to hearing from you.”

  She started towards the door, hardly feeling the floor beneath her feet.

  “Oh, Miss Bennett. I highly suggest you take a vacation within the next couple of days. You won’t have any downtime once the ball starts rolling.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Holloway. Thank you.”

  “I’m serious—tell Davis he’d better set it up now, because I won’t tolerate complaints later on that he never has time with his sub.”

  “I’ll be sure to inform him, sir.”

  “Good.” He waved her off as he picked up the phone and growled at his receptionist, “Get in here, damn it. We’ve got to revamp the whole fucking schedule…”

  Brie shut the door behind her and walked towards Sir with a grin she could not hide. His confident smile greeted her. “I take it that it went well?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “How well?”

  “He said you should set up a vacation this week because there won’t be any breaks in the foreseeable future.”

  His eyes lit up. “You did it!”

  “I did it, Sir.”

  His warm laughter filled the office. “My babygirl, a famous filmmaker.”

  “Not yet, Sir, but soon.”

  He kissed her, still smiling when their lips met. “I think I will take the good producer at his word and arrange a quick trip. There is one place in particular we need to go,” he informed her, as he rested his hand on the small of her back and guided her down the hallway.

  “Where’s that, Sir?” Brie had expected he would say Russia, but what came out of his mouth completely surprised her.

  “We need to revisit Nebraska.”

  Brie nearly tripped over her feet. “Nebraska, Sir?”

  “Something this important must be done in person.”

  In one fell swoop, he had sucked away all the joy she had previously felt. Speaking with her parents was going to be an exceedingly difficult conversation. “Very well, Sir.”

  “Take heart, little sub. I have someplace else in mind afterwards. A place I haven’t been to in years.”

  Now her interest was piqued. “Where’s that, Sir?”

  “That, téa, shall remain my secret. I know how you cherish surprises.”

  Brie groaned. She couldn’t stand not knowing and decided to probe with little questions. “Does it require a passport, Sir?”

  “I will not answer any questions on the subject,” he replied. But once they had left the building, Sir lifted her up and slung her over his shoulder, slapping her hard on the butt.

  Brie squealed, trying to wiggle out of his arms. “What was that for, Sir?”

  “That was your congratulations spanking.”

  Her attitude immediately changed. “Oh, well then, I’d like another, Sir.”

  “Too bad, my dear. You must wait.” He set her down with a smirk.

  “You are a cruel Master.” She pouted as a group of businesswomen hurried by, staring at them reproachfully.

  He leaned down and winked at one of them when he answered her. “Sometimes you must be cruel to be kind.”

  Brie took his hand and wove her fingers between his. “To be honest, Sir, I enjoy your cruel ways.”

  His eyes took on a mischievous glint as he squeezed her hand and walked her into an alley. “I suddenly have a craving for you, babygirl.”

  Brie’s loins tingled as she followed him. She glanced back, noting the people walking on the sidewalk less than fifteen yards away.

  “Panties off.”

  Her heart beat wildly as she stepped out of her panties and handed them to him. He slipped the thong into his jacket before pushing her against the brick wall. “I want to taste you,” he growled huskily as he slipped his hand up her skirt.

  Brie leaned her head back against the wall and let out a quiet moan as his fingers began caressing her pussy.

  “That’s it, téa. Relax as I finger-fuck you in broad daylight.”

  She peeked at the crowds walking by, aroused by the wickedness of what the two of them were doing.

  Brie had to hold back her cry when his fingers slipped in and he began caressing her G-spot. “Let go,” he whispered hoarsely as he forced her orgasm with his powerful hand.

  She held nothing back, embracing the strange sensation as her body tensed and eventually released in a burst of intense pleasure. “Good girl,” he praised as he knelt down and tasted her dripping wet pussy. His groan was a total turn-on.

  She looked up at the patch of sky between buildings as Master continued to tease her clit with his tongue. Suddenly, she got an uneasy feeling and turned her head to see that an older gentleman had stopped in the alleyway to watch.

  “Sir…”

  Her Master gave her one last swirl of his tongue and then stood up, adjusting her skirt before wiping his mouth with relish. He leaned in and said lustfully, “Delicious,” before taking her hand and escorting Brie past the voyeur. Sir didn’t even glance in his direction, as if what they had done was a common occurrence that required no explanation.

  The two of them continued down the bustling street hand in hand, like any vanilla couple in love.

  Brie looked up at Sir, unsure if the happiness she felt could ever be topped. Her film was going to be seen all over the world and her Master loved her.

  Could life get any better than this?

  Challenge at The Haven

  To celebrate her documentary, Sir took Brie to The Haven that night. It was hard not to tell everyone why she was so happy, but she’d promised Sir she would keep her recent success under wraps until she’d had a chance to talk to her parents. Sir insisted that they do it in person. Brie knew the discussion would not go well, so she buried it in the back of her mind and embraced the festivities and kinkiness of The Haven.

  She saw that Tono was in the middle of a sensuous scene in one of the largest alcoves. There were a considerable group of Kinbaku enthusiasts watching his precision and skill. Brie stopped to admire his artful work.

  The Asian Dom’s hands glided over the sub as he finished adjusting his knots before lifting the girl into the air. Brie heard a woman beside her gasp and knew she was imagining herself in Tono’s ropes, flying under his power. It was a common fantasy many of the subs shared.

  Brie looked again and realized that she recognized the submissive being suspended. It was Candy, the girl she had met on the light rail months ago—the one to whom she had given Sir’s Submissive Training card. The look of ecstasy on the girl’s face contrasted starkly with what Brie remembered from their first encounter. At the time, Candy had been in the service of an abusive wannabe Dom. She’d had the look of the worn and beaten, but to see her now one would never know it was even the same person.

  Brie smiled to herself, glad she had made the sacrifice of the card when she’d felt the urging. As much as she had wanted to keep it as a memento, it was worth the joy she was experiencing right now at seeing Candy so happy and fulfilled.

  Tono turned to secure a last tie and noticed Brie in the audience. He gave her a slight nod and then continued with his scene, whispering to Candy. The g
irl moaned in pleasure when his hand rested near her mound. He was the master of incidental touches—simple contact that could drive a girl wild.

  Brie turned to say something to Sir, but he was no longer by her side. She moved through the crowd, anxious to find him. She tripped on a crop left carelessly on the floor and collided face first with a muscular chest. Brie looked up and was shocked to see Faelan staring at her. He was equally thrown off by the unexpected impact.

  His blue eyes held her mesmerized for a brief moment before he pushed away from her and grabbed the woman beside him. He fisted the blonde’s hair and pulled her head back to kiss her deeply.

  Mary’s surprised whimper shocked Brie even more than running into Faelan had. The two kissed long and passionately before Faelan broke the embrace. “Do you want to scene with me?”

  Blonde Nemesis’ eyes sparkled with expectation. “What kind of scene?”

  “A little knife play,” he suggested lustfully.

  “I’m in.”

  “Good. I plan to play rough tonight.” He escorted Mary through the crowd, leaving Brie behind without any acknowledgement. It was strange to be treated in such a bizarre manner, but Faelan had warned her that she would no longer exist in his world after she’d chosen Sir over him.

  Brie could tell Mary was happy to play his impromptu sub in a scene, but it worried her. Brie was afraid Faelan was only using her. The fact was, Mary genuinely loved the guy and deserved much better than that.

  Scanning the crowds, Brie was even more anxious to find Sir after her unexpected encounter. She finally spotted him on the other side of the large common area, engaged in conversation with Master Anderson. She started towards the two, but was stopped by her former trainer, Ms. Clark.

  “What are you doing in the club alone?” Ms. Clark demanded.

  Brie glanced down to avoid looking her in the eyes as she tried to respectfully move past her. “I’m not alone, Mistress. I’m trying to rejoin my Master.”

  Ms. Clark put her hand on Brie’s shoulder and squeezed her sharp fingernails into her flesh. “Don’t be flippant with me, sub,” she snapped.

  This time Brie looked her straight in the eye. “I am not being flippant, Ms. Clark.” She tried to twist out of her grasp, but the Domme’s hold was too tight.

  Ms. Clark’s eyes narrowed. “I have half a mind to take you in the back and teach you respect, Miss Bennett.”

  “Get your hand off my sub.”

  Ms. Clark instantly obeyed and addressed Sir. “I didn’t realize you were here, Sir Davis. I was simply trying to protect your property.”

  “Touching my sub is never an option, Samantha. I believe you are the one who needs the lesson in respect.”

  “I’m certain you missed the exchange between Wallace and your sub just a minute ago.”

  “No, I did not.”

  “Then you understand my concern.”

  “No.” Sir glanced at Brie. “Join Master Anderson.”

  “Yes, Master.” Brie hurried to Master Anderson’s side, wishing she had eyes in the back of her head. What had Ms. Clark been thinking? Nobody touched another Dom’s sub without permission, not even trainers.

  When Brie reached Master Anderson, she turned around to see Sir had one hand wrapped around Ms. Clark’s wrist to prevent her from leaving as he spoke to her. The look on the Domme’s face announced her discomfort. Obviously, whatever he was saying was upsetting to her.

  The Domme tried to speak several times, but Sir interrupted and continued his lecture. It pleased Brie to see it. Someone needed to put that arrogant woman in her place.

  The trainer shook her head violently, but it wasn’t until she nodded that Sir let her go.

  Sir came to Brie and announced, “Ms. Clark has something to share with you. Follow me.”

  Brie looked up at Master Anderson, who looked visibly troubled. His discomfort alarmed her.

  She followed Sir and Ms. Clark. The Domme marched ahead of her angrily, clicking the studded heels of her thigh-high boots. Brie couldn’t help focusing on the pointed heels, noting that they looked potentially lethal.

  Ms. Clark headed to a private room with comfortable seating. She refused to sit, but gestured Brie towards a chair. Brie looked to Sir, who nodded his approval. She sat down hesitantly, curious about what was about to transpire.

  “Go ahead, Samantha. Explain your past with Rytsar and how that has caused your odd fascination with my sub.”

  “I am not fascinated by your sub,” Ms. Clark protested indignantly.

  “In all the years I have known you, I have never seen you behave this erratically with a submissive before.”

  “I’ll be damned if I am going to open up about my past in front of a student, Sir Davis.”

  “Ah, but she is no longer a student. Miss Bennett is now a respected and collared sub. You seem to forget that whenever she’s around.”

  The Domme looked at Sir and pleaded, “Don’t make me do this.”

  “You brought it upon yourself.” He addressed Brie before leaving the room. “See me afterwards. I’ll be practicing with Master Anderson in the whipping area.”

  Brie let out a barely audible gasp as her pussy contracted in fear. She found her voice and replied dutifully, “My pleasure, Master.”

  When he shut the door, Brie had to control the urge to run to it and fling it back open. The resentment radiating from Ms. Clark could kill a girl.

  The Mistress sat down and crossed her legs, showing off the pointy, metal-studded tips of her lethal heels. It felt like an unspoken threat to Brie. She took heed and looked to the floor, not wanting to piss the Domme off.

  “If this must happen, then we will make it short. Despite what your Master said, I am not fascinated by you in the least. But you already know that.” She paused, then added menacingly, “Don’t you?”

  Brie nodded with her head down. There was no way she would be foolish enough to disagree with the woman.

  Ms. Clark grumbled at the ceiling, “God, I can’t believe he’s making me do this!”

  It was arousing to know that Sir had that kind of power over the Domme.

  “I knew Sir Davis in college. I met Rytsar Durov through him. There was chemistry. Only barrier—he is a Dominant and so am I. It makes for a difficult partnering.”

  Ms. Clark seemed to be waiting for Brie to respond, so she said quietly, “I can only imagine, Mistress.”

  The trainer snorted angrily. “I was confident in my role as a Dominatrix and I was young…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “I made a critical mistake one night.” The room filled with the woman’s rising anxiety.

  Was Ms. Clark going to cry?

  But Brie’s former trainer cleared her throat and finished with a simple statement. “Needless to say, it ended my chances with him.” She sighed as if she was relieved her short speech was over.

  Brie dared to look up and ask, “But what does that have to do with me?”

  Ms. Clark’s face contorted in revulsion. “When Sir Davis announced that he was inviting Rytsar to the first auction, I couldn’t wait to see what he would do with someone so inexperienced and disobedient. But something happened that night.” She gave Brie a death glare. “What did he see in you? You’re nothing special! You’re a failure as a submissive and yet you had him wrapped around your finger—the renowned Rytsar. You had them all eating out of your hand. It was unfathomable to me!”

  Ms. Clark got up and stood over Brie, her animosity hitting Brie like palpable waves. Brie trembled under the weight of it. “If you ever tell anyone what I’ve shared here, I will permanently hurt you. I don’t care about the consequences. Do you understand?”

  Brie had to swallow down her fear to answer. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “So run along to your Master, you worthless cunt.”

  Brie got up and made a beeline towards the door.

  Ms. Clark laughed behind her. “Maybe this was cathartic for me after all. I will have to thank Sir Davis.”

  B
rie’s heart was racing as she made her way back to Sir. She tried to act calm, although her interaction with Ms. Clark had been both terrifying and enlightening.

  “Did she explain it to your satisfaction, Brie?”

  She nodded, wanting desperately to enclose herself in his protective embrace. “I understand now, Sir. Thank you.”

  Ms. Clark sauntered up behind Brie. “Miss Bennett proved to be an apt listener. It actually feels good to get that off my chest.” Her red lips curled up into a dangerous smile.

  “You will not mistreat my sub again, Samantha.” Sir lowered his voice so passersby would not overhear. “I tell you this as a friend. We all assumed once Miss Bennett finished training, you would return to your professional demeanor. That has not been the case. Should you continue to struggle in this area, I will be obligated to advise Headmaster Coen to rethink your tenure.”

  Ms. Clark raised her head proudly. “I assure you that is unnecessary.”

  “I’m aware that Miss Bennett challenges you. Frankly, she seems to have that effect on people. But that in no way excuses your appalling behavior. Now apologize to my sub. It is apparent you upset her during your talk.”

  Ms. Clark rolled her head from side to side, cracking her neck before replying. “As you wish, Sir Davis.”

  Again Brie felt a surge of excitement at knowing that her Master held that kind of power over the Domme.

  Ms. Clark turned to Brie. “I apologize for being blunt.”

  Sir immediately corrected her. “Being blunt is acceptable, and something that would not have upset her.” Brie loved that Sir knew her so well.

  Ms. Clark insisted, “I needed to be clear that speaking about what I shared is not acceptable.”

  Sir’s eyes narrowed. “It was unnecessary to threaten my sub, Samantha. A simple, ‘You are not allowed to share this’ would have sufficed. Brie is obedient.”

  Ms. Clark opened her mouth to protest, but Sir stopped her. “The fact she looks you in the eye on occasion does not reflect on her character as a person. She would honor your request without question.”

  The Domme clamped her mouth shut and glared at Brie. She took a deep breath and forced out the words. “I apologize for not respecting you as a sub, Miss Bennett.”