Brie’s Denver Desires (Submissive in Love, #2)

by Red Phoenix

  Brie’s Denver Desires

  Submissive in Love

  By

  Red Phoenix

  Brie’s Denver Desires

  Copyright © 2014 by Red Phoenix

  Smashwords Edition

  This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  RedPhoenix69@live.com

  Edited by Rebecca Hill

  Book cover design by Kim Killion; Phoenix symbol by Nicole Delfs

  Big thanks to my Googlettes! TY Becki for de Brie humor

  *And*

  Heartfelt hugs and kisses to

  My hubby – my lover, friend and inspiration

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  Adult Reading Material

  Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  A Note from the Author

  A Slave’s Dream

  Mistress Isa

  Bad Joke

  Blast from the Past

  Wicked King

  Fun with the Neighbors

  Mysterious Autumn

  A Session with Clark

  Seeds of Doubt

  About the Author Red Phoenix

  Connect with Red on Substance B

  To be fully caught up with Brie you need to have read:

  Brie Learns the Art of Submission (Brie Series Book 1)

  Brie Embraces the Heart of Submission (After Graduation Series Book 2)

  AND

  The first of the new serial, Brie’s Tokyo Tryst (Submissive in Love #1)

  * Also recommended: The Erotic Adventures of Amy and Troy—in this novel you will meet Master Brad Anderson BEFORE he became part of the Submissive Training Center

  A Slave’s Dream

  She had been called to join Master Anderson in room eighteen. Although it was highly unusual to meet after school hours, Sir had assured her the lesson was essential if she wanted to graduate from the Center.

  Brie had been working hard for nearly six weeks—nothing was going to stand in the way of her making it on Graduation Night. She hurried through the familiar hallways, awkwardly sprinting in her six-inch heels to make it to her class on time.

  She opened the door and froze for a second. Master Anderson was tightly gripping his bullwhip. She’d already felt its bite at the Haven and didn’t want to relive the experience.

  “Come in, young Brie.”

  She walked hesitantly over the threshold and took off her blouse and bra with shaking fingers. She knelt down, putting her hands behind her back in the position Sir had instructed she take upon entering a room with a trainer.

  Her heart rate shot up as she listened to his boots echoing in the large room as he approached. Master Anderson put his hand on her head and stated in a sultry voice, “Stand and serve me well, slave.”

  Her stomach did a flip-flop on being called “slave”. She gracefully rocked off her heels and stood before him. “It would be my honor, Master Anderson.”

  “You will call me only Master tonight.”

  She bowed her head in acknowledgement of his command, but her heart fluttered. Calling him Master had a completely different feel to it, especially since she was to be his slave for the session.

  “Master, what is the focus of tonight’s lesson?”

  “We are going to test your willingness to please in the face of challenge.”

  Brie sucked in her breath. This did not sound as if it was going to be an easy lesson and part of her wanted to bolt from the room, but she’d come too far to give up now.

  “Challenge me, Master.”

  “Stand on the X to receive my pleasure.”

  Brie shivered as she made her way to the brightly painted red X on the floor. The skin on her back tingled in anticipation, knowing the sensations she was about to experience.

  “Hands up, slave.”

  She lifted her arms and he secured her trembling wrists in the leather cuffs attached to overhanging chains. The clinking sound of the metal announced that there was no escape for her.

  Brie heard the door open and a new pair of boots enter the room and make their way across the floor. She felt a commanding presence behind her, then heard a deep, smooth voice. “Is she ready for me?”

  She stopped breathing. That old feeling of fear mixed with expectation washed over her. Was she ready for Baron?

  “Undress her,” Master Anderson stated.

  Brie felt Baron’s strong hands caress her small waist before he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to the floor. She held her breath as his lips landed on her neck while he slipped off her lace panties.

  Once she was naked, he wrapped his strong hands around her hip bones and pressed his hardening cock against her. “You will be well used tonight, kitten.”

  Brie let out a ragged gasp when Baron bit down on her neck before releasing her.

  She swayed on the chains, unsure whether she could handle the lesson the two Doms had planned for her. Baron moved her long hair forward so it swished against her erect nipples, while whispering in her ear, “I must make the path clear.”

  She shivered when he moved away, knowing her skin would soon feel the fiery bite of Master Anderson’s bullwhip. Without meaning to, she whimpered.

  “Are you scared, slave?”

  It would be foolish to lie to her trainer, so she answered clearly, “I am, Master.”

  She heard him warming up his muscles as he cracked the whip behind her. She unintentionally stiffened in response to the intimidating sound. “Relax…” he encouraged just as the whip flicked across her back, licking her skin with its light caress.

  Brie had forgotten how sweet the bullwhip could be, and purred, closing her eyes to take in the gentle strokes supplied by Master Anderson. After several minutes of light play he stopped, and Baron approached again, gliding his fingers over her womanly curves, concentrating his efforts on her sensitive breasts.

  “Kitten, your body begs to be played with.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, causing her to moan as waves of pleasure traveled down to her loins. She squirmed on the red X, the chains clinking with every slight movement.

  Baron shifted around to face her. He lifted her chin and kissed her with those delicious full lips. Brie groaned this time, her pussy already wet, preparing itself for the impending coupling.

  His sensual lips slowly traveled from her mouth to her chin, farther down her throat until they landed on her left nipple. He suckled on it, sending ripples of pleasure down her spine.

  She moaned when she felt Master Anderson come up behind her, his need obvious as it settled between her butt cheeks. “Slave, you will take my challenging strokes, then you will service both your Doms.”

  “At the same time, Master?” she asked breathlessly as Baron continued to consume her with his hungry kisses.

  “Of course, slave.”

  Brie’s knees buckled when she heard his answer, knowing how well-endowed he was. Master Anderson chuckled as he slipped his hand between her legs and lifted her back to her feet, pressing his fingers against her mound. “You can feign resistance, but this pussy tells me otherwise.”

  He sw
irled his fingers over her wet clit, then slowly pressed three of them against her opening. With his massive cock still wedged between the cheeks of her ass, he commanded, “Push against my fingers. Force them inside you.”

  She moaned with desire as she strove to obey his command. Baron switched to her other nipple as she leaned harder on Master Anderson’s hand, the width of all three fingers stretching her inner lips.

  “Good slave. Show your Master just how desperate you are to be fucked by two men.”

  She started to grind against him, begging, “Your slave needs to be used for pleasure, Master.”

  He slowly thrust his fingers while Baron ravished her breasts with his talented mouth. The aggressive attention of both men was incredibly hot and had her pussy aching with need.

  Without warning, the two pulled away. She cried out, desperate for their continued attention.

  “Ready yourself, slave,” Master Anderson stated, repositioning himself behind her. “The next cry you make will come because of my lash.”

  Her burning need for them overcame her fear of the whip and she dutifully steeled herself for his onslaught. She shifted in the chains, forcing her muscles to relax.

  “Isn’t she beautiful like this?” Master Anderson asked Baron. “Totally helpless and afraid, yet completely willing.”

  “Yes—as stunning as she is bound, it’s her enthusiasm for what is about to come that makes my cock ache for her.”

  Brie smiled, coveting the praise of both Doms.

  “Open your legs wider,” Master Anderson commanded.

  Brie spread her legs farther, forcing her to tiptoe to keep that position. She could only imagine the erotic pose it presented to the men. Although it was challenging, it made her that much more focused.

  “This will bite, slave,” Master Anderson warned her as the first stroke exploded across her skin. Brie held her cry to a whimper as she swayed from the impact. The burning sensation radiated over her entire back. The second lash was just as intense, taking her breath away. She concentrated on the fire, not resisting its burn.

  Master Anderson took his time, pausing between pairings. The third and fourth lashes challenged her, but by the fifth she had started to fly.

  She squeaked when she felt Baron’s warm tongue licking her moist sex below. He shouldn’t be there with Master Anderson still whipping her, and she looked down in surprise, moaning when he grabbed her buttocks, burying his face in her mound.

  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 back 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 out 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 on her side, then proceeded to undress before her. His glistening dark skin, rigid shaft and masculine scent called to her.

  Brie 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 knows it’s about to be devoured—and oh, how she wanted to be devoured.

  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, exposing 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 cock 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 limit was actually exciting her. She moaned when she felt the bed shift as Baron made his way over 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…

  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 it, 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 s
urrender. “Slave,” he insisted.

  She 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 gazed into the questioning eyes of her seatmate on the plane.

  “Good dream?” the middle-aged woman asked, obviously amused.

  Mistress Isa

  Brie smiled self-consciously as she stared out the airplane window at the snow-capped mountains while the plane pulled up to the gate. She’d always pictured Denver being closer to the Rockies, 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 its backdrop.

  She would have been disappointed, but the fact that Lea lived here made Denver a magical place. She 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, but she knew it would be 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.

  I’m here!

  She glanced nervously at her phone when she exited the airport train. Master Anderson hadn’t responded yet. Unfortunately, Sir had not given her any instructions other than to meet the Dom once she landed. She had no idea where Master Anderson was 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 eagerly waiting to greet those 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 wearing a cowboy hat and looking damn sexy in it.