by Red Phoenix
Brie relaxed and allowed his tongue to possess her, assuming the bullwhip session had ended. She screamed out in unexpected ecstasy when another slash across her skin caused a fiery burst that rushed straight to her groin.
The next stroke of Master Anderson’s whip brought on an orgasm that Baron rode with his tongue. Brie cried as reality blurred, mingling with the dual sensations. She was finally experiencing that elusive state she’d longed for—floating between the balance of passion and exquisite pain.
When they eventually stopped, Baron moved her legs together so she could stand comfortably, but she hung from the chains, her whole body weak from their intense play.
Master Anderson’s rough hands caressed her sweaty shoulders, then he lightly traced the welts he had created on her back. Gently wiping the tears from Brie’s face, he murmured his comfort and praise. When his lips landed firmly on hers, the demanding kiss awakened her inner animal. She growled, her tongue becoming aggressive as she explored Master Anderson’s mouth.
He grabbed her head with both hands and kissed her harder, inciting a greater need to be satisfied. Brie’s mind swirled with insatiable desire and she bit his bottom lip when he tried to pull away. Master Anderson slapped her ass hard, chuckling as he slowly unbuckled her wrists from the cuffs. She collapsed into Baron’s waiting arms and was carried to a bed on the other side of the room.
Baron laid her down carefully, then proceeded to undress before her. His glistening dark skin, rigid shaft and masculine scent called to her and she reached out to him. “I need you.”
His response was to flash a mischievous smile. “Not yet, kitten.”
Brie glanced over and saw Master Anderson cleaning his whip. Her pussy contracted when he looked in her direction. The lust in those green eyes captivated her. She stared into them like a frightened deer that knew it was about to be devoured—and oh, how she wanted to be devoured by him.
As he walked towards her, Master Anderson stripped off his shirt then unlatched his belt, dropping it to the floor. By the time he reached the edge of the bed, he’d already unzipped his pants to reveal his massive shaft. “Now that we have you loosened up, we will show you no mercy, slave.”
“No mercy,” she agreed, licking her lips in anticipation.
Brie’s breath came in quick gasps as she watched the men lubricate their cocks. Baron’s shaft was dark, handsome and thick, while Master Anderson’s was ruddy, and branchlike in its length and circumference—a challenging cock for any woman. To take both seemed impossible for her small frame.
Master Anderson wiped his hands before joining her on the bed. He lay on his back and commanded lustfully, “Force my cock inside you, slave.”
Brie was slow to straddle him, still a bit shaky from her sub-high. She raised herself over his impressive shaft and, with his support, lowered herself onto it. Initially her body resisted his girth. She bit her lip as she pressed against the head of his enormous shaft, refusing to fail this lesson. Her pussy lips stretched out achingly as his manhood finally slid into her.
Brie gasped as Master Anderson’s manhood filled her, but she smiled triumphantly at him once she’d settled fully onto it. He gripped her waist and lifted her up, letting her slowly descend back down. She continued the slow dance, enthralled by the fire it created between them.
“Are you ready for me?” Baron said in a slow drawl, stroking his shaft as he watched.
For the first time Brie felt a twinge of fear, but the thought of pushing her body to the ultimate limit was actually exciting for her. She moaned when she felt the bed shift as Baron made his way to her.
Caressing her ass, he commented, “I’ve never had the opportunity to enjoy this part of you.” Baron gently coated her tight hole with extra lubricant and began to massage her rosette, slowly pushing his finger inside her. She closed her eyes, her whole body tingling at the thought of his thick shaft claiming her.
“Slave.”
Brie opened her eyes and stared into Master Anderson’s intense, jade-colored ones. His lustful need demanded she satiate it.
“Hold yourself open for him.”
She obediently lay her torso on Master Anderson’s broad chest and put her arms behind her, spreading herself open for Baron. It added an element of exposure and vulnerability.
“Kitten…” Baron growled as he pressed his cock against her resistant opening. She expected he would force himself in, but he seemed to be waiting.
Brie looked back questioningly.
“That’s it, kitten, look at me.”
Brie whimpered as the roundness of his thick head pressed hard against her. Taking his full circumference seemed unachievable, but after several minutes of gentle thrusts, her taut muscles relaxed enough to draw him inside.
Both men groaned.
She started to pant heavily as Baron rocked his shaft deeper into her. Master Anderson told her to prop herself up on his chest so he could play with her breasts. As soon as his hands began to tug and pull on her nipples, her body’s resistance eased, allowing the manly invasion.
Master Anderson grabbed her buttocks while Baron wrapped his hands around her waist and both men began to thrust at the same time. Brie cried out, her whole body shuddering from the deep ache it caused. It took everything in her to accept the movement of both shafts, but she willingly gave herself to the sensation, begging them to take her deeper.
“Slave,” Master Anderson called as she started to fly from their dual attention. She resisted his call, wanting to get lost in the feeling of complete surrender. “Slave,” he insisted.
Brie reluctantly opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion when he instructed, “Return your seats to an upright position and keep your seatbelts fastened until we are parked safely at the gate.”
Brie woke with a start, and found herself gazing into the questioning eyes of her seatmate on the plane.
“Good dream?” the middle-aged woman asked with obvious amusement.
Mistress Isa
Brie smiled self-consciously as she stared out the airplane window at the snow-capped mountains, while the plane slowly pulled up to the gate. She’d always pictured Denver being closer to the Rocky Mountains, but that didn’t seem to be the case at all. It was more like a sprawling city on the flat plains, with the mountains acting as a magnificent backdrop.
She would have been disappointed, but the fact that Lea lived here made Denver a magical place. Brie longed to see the look on her best friend’s face when she surprised her. Sir had mentioned that Master Anderson had something special in mind for their initial meeting. Brie couldn’t begin to guess what it might be, however she trusted it would prove entertaining.
Master Anderson was the kind of Dom who could make you laugh one instant and bring you to your knees the next.
When the plane came to a complete stop, Brie pulled her cell phone from her purse and texted him, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks as she thought back on her dream.
I’m here!
She glanced nervously at her phone when she exited the airport train. Master Anderson had yet to respond to her text and Sir hadn’t given her any instructions other than to meet the Dom once she landed. She had no idea where Master Anderson might be and wasn’t allowed to call Lea to find out.
Brie headed up the escalator to the main terminal and looked around anxiously. There was a crowd of people waiting to greet loved ones coming off the train. Out of curiosity, she scanned the signs the limo drivers held up and was surprised to see the name “Young Brie”. Her eyes trailed from the sign to the face of the man holding it. She grinned when she saw Master Anderson, who happened to be looking damn sexy in the cowboy hat he was wearing.
She ran up to him, giggling when he lifted her into the air and twirled her around. When he set her back on the ground, he tipped his hat. “Good to see you again, young Brie.”
Brie gazed at him bashfully, taken in by his leather boots, tight jeans and plaid shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off his muscu
lar chest. “I never suspected you were a cowboy, Mast—Mr. Anderson.”
He winked at her. “Grew up in Greely but outgrew my cowboy ways by college. Now I only dress this way to welcome friends to the Mile High City.” He leaned down. “I’ve noticed it seems to fluster women, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, I do believe there’s a rosy blush on those cheeks.”
Brie looked away, turning a deeper shade of red as images of her naughty dream resurfaced. Master Anderson had no idea…
“Come with me,” he said, holding out his elbow. She smiled as she took his arm, quite aware of the slew of women openly ogling him as they made their way to the baggage claim area. She snuck a glance at him as they waited for her luggage to arrive. Yep, her old trainer looked quite devastating in that black cowboy hat.
To avoid further wicked thoughts, she asked him, “Did you learn your skills with the bullwhip as a little boy in Greely, then?”
When he grinned down at her, Brie heard a woman beside her murmur to herself, “Yum…” It made Brie giggle. Master Anderson was quite the charmer.
“Yes, I played around with it while my father was off herding cattle. Rather humorous and painful sessions, as I recall. I was small and couldn’t handle the whip’s length. Even then, however, it felt like an extension of myself—my calling, so to speak.”
Brie blushed again, remembering her session with him at The Haven. “I agree that it’s your calling, Mr. Anderson. You are very skil—”
“Pardon me,” the woman behind her interrupted. She twirled her bleached blonde hair in a flirtatious manner when she asked, “Are you a famous bull rider or something?”
Master Anderson laughed. “I am not.”
“So no chance I’ll be seeing you at the State Fair this year?”
“No, my time is taken up wrangling young heifers with my whip.”
“Oooh…” the young woman squealed. “I like the sound of that. Maybe I can watch you sometime?”
Master Anderson tipped his hat before grabbing Brie’s luggage from the carousel. “I believe my style of wrangling would alarm you, miss. Better you chase those bull riders at the rodeo.”
She pouted as Master Anderson guided Brie out of the airport.
Once they left the building and were safe from being overheard, Brie admitted, “I fully expected you to invite her to your new training center.”
He raised his eyebrow. “That young woman? She’s not submissive material.”
“Really? How can you tell?”
“There’s a gut feeling whenever I interact with women.” Master Anderson threw her luggage into the back of his Chevy truck and opened the door for her. “Plus the fact she interrupted you to flirt with me. Submissives tend not to be overly aggressive—and most have much better manners.”
It turned out the drive to his new training center was a long one, since the airport was east of the city and Master Anderson’s training center was southwest of it, nestled against the foothills. While he navigated through heavy traffic, Master Anderson explained his elaborate plan to surprise Lea—but it wasn’t just her best friend his little stunt would involve.
Brie protested after he’d finished explaining it to her, “Ms. Clark is going to hate me even more than she already does.”
“For your information, Samantha is far less uptight these days.”
Master Anderson added curtly, “Besides, your Master told you to obey me in this. Regardless of the consequences, I expect full cooperation from you.”
The Dom had effectively put her in her place, and she bowed her head. “Yes, Master Anderson.”
He chuckled to himself, “Oh, young Brie, the fun I have planned this week…” His obvious mirth delighted Brie. Truly, pleasing him would be worth the wrath of the infamous Ms. Clark.
Brie was excited as the magnificent peaks loomed ever closer on their drive, but he surprised her by not going straight to his training center. Instead Master Anderson took her to an upscale community in the mountainous valley just west of the city. It looked like an exclusive neighborhood—the kind that comprised the elite of Denver society.
He pulled into a long driveway that led up to a ranch-style home. The natural color of the house blended well with the environment around it. It was unique in its rustic style compared to the fancier homes in the area.
He sighed deeply as he stared at his house. “I had to give up my old Victorian in town. After purchasing the building for my Academy, I found the daily commute unbearable. Fortunately, by giving up the historical charm of my old place, I no longer have to fight traffic and I now get to enjoy this fantastic view.”
Brie got out of the car and admired the scenic foothills surrounding them. He was right, the view was truly impressive. She took in a deep breath and swore the mountain air seemed lighter, more vibrant. “I can definitely see why you like it here.”
“Glad you approve.”
Master Anderson proudly escorted her into his home. It turned out to be equally impressive. The main room had tall ceilings and large windows showcasing his immaculate backyard. Before she had a chance to take it all in, he pointed to the first door on the right. “You’ll find your outfit on the bed.”
Brie was curious what he had picked out, and laughed out loud when she saw her costume. She called from the bedroom, “You can’t be serious.”
His deep voice answered, “I’m quite serious.”
After donning the long-sleeved tunic with an oversized hood, she looked in the mirror and shook her head. “I look like Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Brie walked out of the room and sat down on a leather couch, waiting for Master Anderson to join her. To the left was a well-equipped kitchen, with even more gadgets and doodads than his home in California.
The great room sported a massive stone fireplace. Instead of family photos decorating his mantel, there was a kayak mounted high on the wall, complete with two wooden oars.
Her eyes were drawn to the greenery of the backyard just beyond. It had a large fence lined with young trees and bushes. Most notable, however, was the wooden pole in the center. Brie knew it was used for bullwhip practice and wondered what his new neighbors thought about the oddly placed post.
Master Anderson came out a short time later, looking refined and businesslike in a tailored gray suit.
“Why the change of dress?” Brie asked, standing as he entered the room.
“A very important person from the Orient is coming to the Academy of Denver today. Naturally I would dress up for such a prestigious individual.”
“I can’t believe you are making me do this,” she groaned.
He grabbed her chin. “One hundred percent commitment, young Brie. When you walk in, I want them to feel your dominance. No…make it arrogance. You are Mistress Isa, highly respected Dominatrix from China.”
In response to his command, she removed his hand from her wrist and lifted her chin defiantly. “Do not touch me—I am your equal.”
He smiled but corrected her. “No, my dear, you are my superior. I cannot equal your expertise, which is why you have been invited to join us at the Academy.”
She sighed nervously; this was so far out of her comfort zone.
“No more sighs, Mistress Isa.”
“No more sighs,” she agreed.
As Brie got up, she began to mentally embrace her role. She strode past Master Anderson with an air of supremacy as she left the house. She waited beside the truck, going over in her mind the persona she was taking on.
She was a Mistress from China, renowned for her use of acupuncture during BDSM play. Having an adventurous spirit and a natural curiosity about American culture, she’d come to Colorado at the invitation of Master Anderson. She was not intimidated by others because she knew her skills were unparalleled. Doms and subs alike showed her the respect she was due. Her odd tunic had a purpose. It hid her identity until she was ready to reveal it—it left her in control.
As Brie belted herself in, she noted how incongruous Master Anderson lo
oked in a business suit, driving his huge truck. “Master Anderson, if you don’t consider yourself a cowboy, why do you drive this vehicle?”
He smirked. “No matter how much I deny it, you can’t take the cowboy out of the man.”
He drove her fifteen minutes away, to a large building that looked like a giant warehouse. It was not at all what she had been expecting.
“This is your training center?”
“This is the Academy of Denver,” he answered.
“It’s so…huge.”
“I will have you know a converted home improvement depot is the ideal training facility, especially for the practice of bullwhips. High ceilings and large open spaces make the optimal environment. The vast warehouse also leaves plenty of room for future expansion.”
“I see, Master Anderson. I meant no offense.”
“None taken, young Brie.” His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “Now let’s have a little fun with my staff.”
Brie’s heart raced at the thought of seeing Lea again, but she needed to maintain an outer countenance of calm. Master Anderson leaned over and placed the hood over her head so her face was obscured by the ample amount of material. “They’ll never see this coming…”
He walked her into the facility, where they were greeted by the receptionist, who struck Brie as both professional and assertive in her sharp business suit.
“Hello, Mistress Isa. It is an honor to meet you.”
Brie just nodded in response, as Master Anderson had instructed her to.
“Are all the staff present, Lisa?” Master Anderson asked.
“Yes, Master Anderson. They are waiting for you in the conference room.”
“Fine. Oh, and call Adam at the Masters at Arms Club. Let him know I’d like to talk to him about an upcoming charity event.”
“Certainly, Master Anderson. What time works best for you to meet?”
“Better make it next week. I want to set time aside so I can introduce Mistress Isa to the many charms of Denver.”