Brie's Submission (7-9) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 3)

by Red Phoenix

  Brie appreciated that he was ensuring she would not feel apprehensive during the scene, safeguarding her success.

  She bowed her head in gratitude.

  After taking out the violet wand and inserting the rounded glass rod, he plugged it in. Sir nodded to the staff member standing by. The lights were lowered in the alcove, adding to the sensual atmosphere of the scene. When he turned on the wand, the real show began.

  Along with the buzzing, came the sparkling purple light. There was excited murmuring in the crowd. Brie figured a few of the new members hadn’t seen the electrical toy before, while others knew its delicious feel and were jealous.

  She jumped the instant the wand touched her skin, even though it felt good. There was something about the buzzing and sparks that had all her senses on alert.

  “Color, téa? Sir asked, obviously concerned she wasn’t as prepared to scene as she’d thought.

  “Green, Master,” she purred. “The wand has a lot of bark, but not any bite.”

  With permission given, Sir tickled her with the electricity as he lightly grazed her left side, from her wrist down to her ankle, and then up the right. The light sensation was so enjoyable it was difficult not to squirm in pleasure.

  “And now for the chest.”

  Brie moaned softly when he guided the wand over her breasts, resting momentarily on each nipple, causing them to grow hard as the tool buzzed and crackled with gentle electricity.

  “I can tell your body enjoys the stimulation,” he murmured in her ear.

  She turned her head, hoping to kiss him, but Sir teased her further by coming close enough to her lips that she could feel the warmth of his breath before he pulled away to play with the wand some more.

  Brie sighed in pleasurable frustration, loving the way her Master enticed and tortured her.

  “I wonder if your pussy is hungry for it too. It’s a shame it’s covered in vinyl, babygirl. Perhaps some other night…” Sir teased her thighs and stomach with the electric wand, making her wet with desire.

  “More, Master,” she begged.

  “More current?”

  “Please.”

  Sir turned off the wand and switched out the end of the tool, slipping the contact pad into his pants pocket. He slid metal tips onto each finger of his right hand and smiled wickedly at her when he turned the violet wand to a higher setting. “Ready for some real fun?”

  She moaned as he approached, knowing Sir was now electrified and that his metal-tipped fingers had the ability to shock her with the current that ran through his body.

  “Head back, téa,” he ordered. He brushed her hair away and grazed her neck with the metal tips, sending tingles throughout her body. Brie swayed in her chains, moaning loudly in response.

  “Color?”

  “Violet.”

  He chuckled. “I take it that’s a variant of green.”

  “Yes, Master,” she purred in agreement.

  Brie held her breath as he moved his hand, hovering over her right breast. The suspense was excruciating as she waited for him to touch her.

  “Watch,” he commanded.

  She looked down and watched as his fingers cupped her breast. She gasped as the sharp points dragged across her skin as he closed his hand, ending at her erect nipple—which received the stimulation of all five fingers at once.

  A ragged moan escaped her lips as the intense current seemed to go straight from her nipple to her groin. Her pussy pulsed in readiness.

  Sir moved his hand to her left breast, and smiled as he encircled it with his fingers a quarter-inch from her skin. “What do you want, téa?”

  “I want you to touch me, Master,” she groaned, her loins aching with need.

  “Are you sure?” he teased.

  “Please.”

  “Kiss me.”

  As she leaned forward to receive his kiss, the metal tips touched her. She moaned into his mouth as he closed his hand, pinching her nipple with his electrified claws.

  Those evil hands excited her body, making her jump and squirm as he leisurely explored her skin with the sharp pinpoints of current. The audience loved it, their murmurings of enjoyment competing with the buzz of the violet wand.

  “Oh, God, I want you so badly,” she whispered when he turned the toy off.

  “It’s a good thing you have those vinyl panties on, téa, or I would be ramming into you right now.”

  “Rip them off…” she begged him.

  Sir shook his head, but he teased her by getting down on his knees, his lips only inches from her mound. He took a long, appreciative whiff and looked up at her. “I smell your need, babygirl.” He kissed her quivering stomach before getting back to his feet and carefully putting his tools in the case.

  Brie, along with the crowd, were left hanging with a burning need for release—a release he denied them all.

  Blessed Release

  It wasn’t until they returned home that Sir made good on his seduction at The Haven. With tender hands and gentle lips, he stoked the burning embers he’d created during their scene together. When he finally pulled off her shorts, they literally dripped with her excitement.

  “I think both of us are in need of a shower,” Sir told her.

  He led Brie into the bathroom and ordered her to stand while he adjusted the temperature of the water. He looked back at her with a charming grin. “I don’t want cold water ruining your heat, babygirl.”

  She twisted where she stood, desperate to put out the flames raging inside her. Her poor pussy ached for him. Being a good submissive, however, she did not complain. She knew the release would be worth the wait.

  When Sir was satisfied with the temperature, he stripped down and held out his hand to her. “Shall we?”

  Brie moaned with pleasure as the warm water cascaded down her skin, the tiny droplets stimulating her body even more. Sir stepped in behind her and grabbed the bar of soap. Gliding it over her skin, he murmured, “First I lather you, then I bend you over.”

  Brie moved with him as he covered her body with the luxurious bubbles, the manly scent of his soap an added turn-on. However, what was driving her absolutely wild was his rock-hard cock pressed against her back, announcing his need.

  She gasped when the welcome words came as he put the soap down and placed his hand on her back. “Bend over.”

  With sensual grace, she followed his command, loving the feel of his palm on her back. She braced herself against the tiled wall and looked back at her Master, opening her legs to him.

  Sir forced himself inside, bringing tears to Brie’s eyes as he filled her aching need with his rock hard shaft.

  “I needed that, oh, how I needed that…” she groaned.

  “I know,” Sir said, grabbing her shoulders to fuck her deeper.

  Cupping one hand over her mouth, he increased the tempo of his thrusts, releasing his pent up desire on her body. In a gruff voice he commanded, “Come for me, Brie.”

  The use of her given name in that passionate moment made her release more powerful and prolonged.

  “Oh, damn…” Sir cried, finding himself coming inside her before he wanted. He grabbed her hips and added depth to his final thrusts. Then he lifted her back into a standing position and wrapped his arms around her, his cock wedged inside her still-quivering pussy.

  “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 for sure you were going to take me right there at The Haven.”

  He ran his hands over her skin, washing 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 tur
ned Brie around, laughing. “Lust-vampire? That’s one I’ve never been called before.”

  She looked up at him, the hot water still cascading down her back and over her well-spent pussy. “You’ve earned it, Sir—in spades.” She stepped out of the shower, feeling a little faint from the encounter and 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 used. When Sir walked out, he smiled at her. “Did I tucker my little sub out?”

  “Completely, Sir.”

  He crawled into bed and gathered her into his arms. “You never cease to amaze me, Brie. I thought you were mistaken to continue with our plan to scene tonight. Yet here we are, having experienced a very successful evening together.”

  She caressed his strong jaw, admiring his handsome face. “It’s all because of you, Sir. You were so romantic during the scene at The Haven.” 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 about the first time they met. “I think I’ve trusted you from the very beginning, even before I knew who you were.”

  “Foolish girl,” he chided.

  “Sir, can I ask you a question?”

  “You know my standard answer. You can ask me 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 an eyebrow. “Go on…”

  “I think the other trainers must have seen the video I submitted.”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Well, Lea and I got to talking about it when the trainers in Denver were looking over video submissions during my last visit. It made me wonder about my own video because, up to that point, I’d always assumed you were the only one who saw it.”

  “The panel always goes through the 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 submission.

  “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 heat rise to her cheeks as she blushed, but she didn’t want him to stop. “Was that all you liked about it, Sir?”

  Sir chuckled. “No. I also enjoyed the enthusiastic way you sucked the 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 must have known 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 making the entry video for him. “Truly it was only because I was thinking about you that I found the courage to do it. I felt this deep stirring in my soul whenever I thought of you.”

  “Which brings validity to Gray’s initial argument. Luckily, Samantha fought hard for your inclusion into the training program.”

  Brie looked up in surprise. “What?”

  “You heard me correctly.” He chuckled, thinking back on it. “Samantha fought to keep you, despite Gray’s vehement 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.”

  “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 better herself. 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, Rytsar asked me a question that has haunted me since.”

  “What’s that?”

  “He asked if I trusted her, and I can honestly say that I don’t. I trust all of the other trainers, but I don’t fully trust Ms. Clark.”

  Sir nodded sadly, accepting her assessment. “Unfortunately, Samantha has never given you a reason to trust her. Trust must be earned, and she’s failed in that regard with you.”

  “I accepted she was harsh as a trainer, and respected her even when she was harder on me than the others. Knowing how much Lea cares for her, and then learning about your own relationship with her, has helped me to keep a more open mind.”

  “How did you feel when you met her in Denver?”

  “It was very different. She seemed easygoing, less abrasive, although just as intense.”

  “Did you feel differently when you were alone with her during filming?”

  “The truth is I always feel uncertain around her, Sir—even now. I definitely enjoyed filming her scene, but I also felt a bit 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 unusual tension between you. As you know, I was forced to call her on it several times, even after your training was over.”

  “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.”

  “You may be right, but Durov doesn’t particularly care about eye contact when it comes to his own submissives. He demanded it from Samantha because she was a Dominant, and it pleased him knowing it ate her up inside to obey.”

  “Always the sadist.”

  Sir frowned. “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 yo
u are not left alone with her again. I trust your instincts, babygirl. I always have.”

  “If I ever feel unsafe, Sir, I promise to let you know.”

  Sir mused aloud, “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, she 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’d smiled at the camera and then looked away shyly.

  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, Brie’s juices started flowing at the sound of her own moans as she watched herself lay down on the bed and masturbate 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.