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

by Red Phoenix

  Master Anderson stared at her for several seconds before giving her a hint of a smile. “Spoken like a sage. I suppose I still hold out hope of finding what you share with Thane. That’s why his little stunt tonight was perfect. I needed to be reminded there are subs who love their Masters and remain completely devoted to them.”

  “Your sub is out there, Master Anderson,” Brie declared, “she’s just waiting to rock your world.”

  He chuckled. “You never knew this, but I was concerned for Thane when I first met you. His obsession reminded me of my own. I was certain my friend would suffer the same fate I had.”

  Brie proclaimed proudly, “We are condors, Sir and I.”

  He appeared amused by her statement. “You do realize condors are vultures? They eat the meat of rotting creatures.”

  Brie giggled. “Yes, they do, but they also mate for life.”

  “Lots of animals mate for life, young Brie. You could have picked swans, wolves or even turtle doves.” He shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Why condors, of all things?”

  Brie was not offended by his teasing and happily enlightened him. “The condor is the perfect choice, Master Anderson. While the world concentrates on what they perceive as our flaws, we focus only on each other. They will never know the beauty we see every day.”

  The amusement on his face faded. “That’s profound, young Brie.”

  Master Anderson started up the truck again. “I’ve suddenly had a change of heart. Let’s go clubbing tonight, vanilla style.”

  Brie squealed as he peeled out of the turnabout and headed back downtown.

  Wicked King

  Brie woke up in a panic. She glanced around the unfamiliar bedroom struggling to figure out where she was. It took several moments before her heart stopped racing, even after she remembered she was staying with Master Anderson.

  The frightening dream that had awakened her was already disappearing into the murky recesses of her mind, but she felt certain that Sir’s mother, Ruth, had been part of it.

  She shook off the unpleasant aftereffects of the dream and quickly showered to start the day. When she returned, Brie was pleasantly surprised to see her fantasy journal lying on the desk in the guest room. She sat down and picked up the note beside it, addressed with her name.

  Your Master wants to read a new fantasy, téa. ~ Sir

  She flipped through the pages of her beloved journal, realizing that Sir must have had it shipped to Master Anderson’s house from their apartment. It’d been a while since she’d written in its pages—too long. There were so many wonderful memories wrapped up in that little book; from her very first fantasy, which Rytsar had made into a delicious reality during her auction, to her Sun God fantasy, which Boa had managed to fulfill with his gargantuan cock, and her Naughty King fantasy, which Sir had played out as Khan just before Graduation Day.

  She pressed the book again her chest, thrilled to be holding it again. “Thank you so much, Sir.”

  Brie put it down and picked up her pen, grateful there was no time constraint as she began to write her fantasy.

  “Stop. Step away from her.”

  The priest moves away from me. The relief on his face would be insulting, but I understand it. He’s grateful that he will not have to break his vows to prove his loyalty to the King. I am relieved as well, pleased to have my virginity still intact.

  “Girl.”

  The men holding me down release my wrists. I get up slowly, straightening my skirt with shaking hands.

  “Retire to my room. I will partake of you later.”

  I bow to my King, honored to have been granted such a privilege. I glance up to see the proud look on my father’s face.

  I’m escorted from the great hall and led through the castle. All the splendor and wealth displayed on the walls gives me hope. Surely after tonight the King will forgive our family’s debt.

  The guards lead me to a section of the castle that few are allowed to enter. The King’s room is covered in large, intricate tapestries depicting his many battles over the years. I look around, flattered that my virginity will be given to such a great man.

  The next few hours are spent with attendants as they ready me for the King. After a thorough bath and cleaning, I am covered in sweet-smelling perfume. My hair is curled and tied up into a traditional bun, which signifies my virginal status.

  I’m then dressed in a white, gossamer gown. The thin material lightly brushes against my nipples as it slides down and settles into place. I feel like a princess, a beautiful princess about to be taken by her King.

  Two men enter the King’s chamber. “So this is the one?” the younger of the two asks.

  “Yes.”

  “A virgin?”

  “That is what she claims,” the other replies.

  “I’m required to check.” When the young one approaches, I freeze. “I will not hurt you, child,” he says reassuringly as his hand disappears under my gown. I stiffen when I feel his finger press against my mound. “Open your legs, girl.”

  I look to the other man, and he nods. I move my feet apart and gasp as his finger presses against my tiny opening.

  “By God, she’s tight”. He switches fingers, penetrating me with his pinky. It is the first time I have ever felt such invasion and I whimper with discomfort.

  “You break that hymen and it’ll be your head,” the other man growls.

  The first man removes his finger and looks hungrily at me. “I would love to watch this one lose her virginity.”

  “You can, for a price,” the other states proudly.

  “How?”

  “The risk is considerable, but it can be done.”

  The man looks me over again. “I’ll pay it, whatever the cost. I want to hear her scream.”

  I ignore the two men, disgusted by their behavior. However, they have foolishly given me valuable information. Should the King prove ungenerous, I can blackmail them to guarantee my family’s survival.

  “It’ll be worth the considerable price. The King has particular tastes when it comes to virgins.”

  Two other girls enter the room upon his words, followed by an imposing eunuch. They are dressed in the same white gown as I.

  The older male smiles lewdly when he tells his partner, “Our Majesty likes to take them three at a time.”

  The eunuch holds rope in his hand. He takes the wrists of the girl closest to him and ties her hands together before guiding her to the giant bed. We all watch as he orders her to kneel on the edge of it. He makes quick work of binding her so her legs are spread and her arms secure.

  He motions to the other girl. She glides over to the bed and willingly offers her hands to him. He grunts in satisfaction as he trusses the second girl beside the first. He looks up at me next, holding up the last of the rope.

  My heart races as I approach, knowing there is no escape once I am bound. I glance briefly at the door but know my choice is already made.

  I hold up my wrists. My heart skips a beat as he wraps them in the rope, then directs me to kneel on the bed like the other girls. With competent hands he spreads my legs and binds them, securing me to the frame of the bed. I struggle in my bonds, testing their strength.

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” the eunuch informs me arrogantly.

  All three men exit, leaving us young girls alone in the room. The other two are as silent as I am, probably contemplating what the night ahead holds for us. I’m frightened knowing I will no longer be innocent after tonight, but another part of me is eager to become a woman in the arms of my King.

  However, I jump like a scared rabbit when I hear his voice just outside the door. He enters and chuckles to himself. I hear the swish of fabric as he is undressed by his man servant, who then leaves.

  We are now alone with the King…

  I watch as he ties a gag over the mouth of the virgin farthest away from me. The other girl and I tense as we watch through hooded eyes as our King places his hands on her buttocks.
My view is obstructed, but based on the girl’s moans, our King has an impressive cock.

  Her muffled cry announces her entrance into womanhood.

  I tremble as I listen to our King’s grunts as he thrusts into her. I have guarded my maidenhead diligently to ensure my future, but now I will be giving it away to my King.

  He pulls out and moves to the next girl. Another sash comes out and he gags her. This girl whimpers when he starts pressing into her. He slaps her ass hard, the sound of it echoing through the expansive room. “Quiet.”

  She closes her eyes and is completely silent when he begins to thrust. He growls with passion. “Move with me.”

  My King groans in satisfaction as he takes her more deeply. I cannot stop shaking, knowing my turn is approaching. In a few moments I will be a woman in every sense of the word.

  I gasp involuntarily when he pulls out of her and grabs my ass.

  “Desperate for your King, are you?”

  I nod, surprised when he does not gag me like the others.

  “You have not been raised for this. I shall savor your maidenhead that much more.”

  I look back at him, becoming entranced by his lustful stare. Being desired by a man is a new and intoxicating experience for me and I am no longer resentful of my father—I want my King to have my virginity for purely selfish reasons.

  I cry out in pleasure when he undoes my bun and lets my long hair fall over my back. Then he wraps his hand in my silky curls and pulls my head back. I feel his hard shaft pressing against my tight opening, and whimper in fear and excitement.

  “Remember this night, girl.”

  I start to pant as he begins to force himself inside me. My body is resistant even though I desperately want to feel the fullness of him. I push against his shaft, hoping to break through my virginal resistance, but he slaps my ass.

  “Stay still.”

  I do not move and my whole world expands as I relax and allow his Kingly shaft to open me up. The pain is replaced with wonder when he begins to stroke me with his manhood. Nothing else exists but the two of us as I experience this wondrous connection.

  I close my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his shaft forcing itself deeper into me. Oh, this feeling…to be utterly possessed.

  I’m saddened when he pulls out, and I protest, “Please, my King.”

  He sounds amused. “Are you begging for more, girl?” Slapping my ass again, he replies, “I have already taken your virginity—what else of value do you have?”

  “I would give you anything, my King,” I answer as he bends down and bites my shoulder, his rigid shaft pressing against me.

  “Anything?”

  “Yes,” I agree breathlessly.

  He takes his manhood in his hand and repositions it against my forbidden hole.

  I can’t breathe, taken by complete surprise.

  “Are you still as willing?” he challenges.

  I’m shocked when I answer, “Yes, my King.”

  He covers my mouth with one hand, while he grabs my ass with the other. This possession will not be like the first.

  “Give in to me, girl. Don’t resist,” he demands.

  Although I am scared, I imagine his shaft deep inside me and my body responds favorably. The round head of his cock breaches my entrance and I groan into his hand. My ass aches as I take his length.

  My breath comes in gasps when he begins to move inside me. I feel dirty and yet delightfully wicked being taken this way. His muscles churn as he forces himself farther into my darkness.

  I am now completely and utterly His.

  Brie put down the pen and sighed with unreleased need. She wondered what Sir would think when he read the return of the King. She flipped through the pages again, noting that this fantasy was much longer than the others. Having been given unlimited time, she’d been able to fully detail her fantasy while still leaving her Master leeway to take it where he desired.

  What would Sir do with this particular fantasy? It had elements of Lea’s birthday gift with the addition of other girls, plus it continued the Khan fantasy he’d played out with her and included one of his favorite pastimes—her ass.

  Brie kissed her journal before slipping it into the overnight envelope. Although she was grateful for the connection that writing the journal gave her, it also made her miss Sir even more.

  She decided that must be the life of a condor—that continuous longing and need for the other. While some might see it as a weakness, she saw it as part of their strength. When they were separated, they were still strengthened by the knowledge that the other was thinking of them and impatient to reunite. Then when they finally came back together, the intensity of the union seemed that much more powerful.

  Brie hugged the package one more time before dropping it into the mailbox. She felt a thrill of excitement knowing her journal was headed off to her Master.

  Fun with the Neighbors

  Brie had no idea what Master Anderson had planned for the day, so she dressed casually but with a stylish flair. She was still applying her makeup when she heard his call.

  “Come out here, young Brie.”

  She hurried into the great room and saw that he was in the kitchen, already cooking them something for breakfast. He looked up and smiled charmingly. “Sleep well?”

  She frowned momentarily, thinking back on her dream. “I woke up from a bad dream this morning, but overall I had a very restful sleep.”

  He directed her to a stool at the counter so she could watch while he cooked. His hands moved with grace and speed as he cut vegetables and added them to the omelet.

  At least there was someone else who could appreciate the complexity of a good omelet.

  Master Anderson moved around his kitchen with the skill and precision he brought to a session with the bullwhip. Brie would have bet that if she blindfolded him, he would still have no problem navigating the kitchen as he cooked the meal.

  In no time, he slid a perfectly cooked omelet onto a plate and placed it in front of Brie. He handed her a fork, telling her, “Please eat while it’s still hot.”

  She cut into his omelet of perfection and brought it to her lips, blowing lightly before taking a bite. Brie sighed. It was impossibly fluffy and light, a texture she’d never been able to achieve herself. “Wow, Master Anderson. Just, wow…”

  He assembled his own omelet with flair and sat next to her. “I like to start the day with eggs. Nature’s perfect protein.”

  “Amen to that,” she said, clinking forks with him. “I sure wish Sir liked eggs.”

  “Yes, it makes you two an unfortunate pairing, doesn’t it?”

  She giggled. “Only if eating is important to him.” She was about to take another bite when Master Anderson swept the plate from her. “Sorry, young Brie. I just noticed Ms. Courtney is out in her back yard.”

  “So?” Brie pouted when he dumped their omelets in the trash.

  “They’re not worth saving,” he assured her when he saw the look of shock on her face.

  How Master Anderson could throw away a masterpiece like that was unfathomable to her, but the gleam in his eye had her more than a little curious. His mischievous nature charmed her as he explained, “I’ve wanted to teach her a lesson ever since I caught her snooping around my place uninvited. I insist on you joining me in the back, right now.”

  “What do you need me to do?”

  “Simply follow my instructions. You may improvise where you deem appropriate.” He escorted her out into the back yard and she could hear the neighbor talking loudly to a friend. The two seemed awfully chatty for so early in the morning.

  Brie scanned Master Anderson’s yard. Although it wasn’t huge, it backed up to a steep, mountainous hill with a wide variety of plants from bushes, young trees and cactus artfully placed throughout the yard. Along with the various bushes, he’d added a splash of color with a few native flowers, including different types of columbine.

  His well-manicured yard maintained a manly f
eel that complemented the lone pole planted in the center. Brie knew exactly what that pole was used for, and understood the necessity of the privacy fence that separated him from his neighbors.

  “It’s gorgeous, Master Anderson. Every bit as impressive as your other house, although the landscaping seems different.”

  “Knowing your plants and the climate they thrive in is the key,” he informed her. “The environment up here is completely different than in town. Most homeowners fail to appreciate that.” He stroked the leaf of a flourishing bush nearby, looking every bit the proud papa.

  Master Anderson walked back over to her and whispered, “I’m going to retrieve the necessary items. Do not stray from this spot.”

  So the women on the other side of the fence could hear, he stated boisterously, “Let’s finish breakfast before we begin.” He disappeared into the house, leaving Brie to listen to the ladies conversing on the other side of the fence.

  “I don’t have a clue, Wendy. All I know is that he works odd hours and is drop-dead gorgeous, as well as single I might add.”

  “I beg to disagree, Courtney. It seems he already has a girlfriend. How else can you explain that girl being here so early in the morning?”

  Courtney tsked dismissively. “No, I’ve never seen her before. Probably his sister visiting or something.”

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into coming. I missing my Pilates class for this, and you know how I get whenever I miss Pilates.”

  “I’m telling you, once you see this guy you’ll be on your knees kissing my feet.”

  Brie smirked to herself. It seemed Courtney was determined to set Master Anderson up with Pilates Girl.

  He came out grinning on his return, holding up a set of leather bindings and his tool bag. Brie had to remind herself to breathe. She hadn’t counted on a session with him, especially with a vanilla audience nearby.

  He said loudly, “I forgot your name, so I’ll just call you ‘baby’ to avoid confusion.”

  “My—” Brie started.