by Red Phoenix
Brie stamped her foot, biting back a witty retort. Marquis was a respected Dom and she knew her place, but he was being wicked with his teasing.
“Of course we’ll come, dear,” Judy replied.
Mr. Reynolds readily agreed. “It’s an invitation we would never turn down.”
“Great!” Brie felt some of her joy return.
Brie focused her attention back on Marquis Gray, noticing for the first time that Celestia was standing beside him. “It’s so great to see you again!” Brie cried, sighing gratefully as she hugged the gentle woman. It was a friendship that held possibilities.
She was about to extend an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner, but Marquis Gray changed the subject. “I never did hear if you enjoyed the new flogger, Miss Bennett.”
Brie shivered just thinking about it. “The flogger is incredible, Marquis. I’ve never known one to give two different sensations at the same time.”
Marquis’ eyes shone with pride as he explained, “I had that one especially made for you with a combination of suede and oiled leather. The flogger is also balanced so that the wielder can use it for longer sessions.”
Sir came up behind Brie and put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s the finest flogger I’ve used, Gray. None finer.”
Marquis seemed particularly pleased. “I have a similar one at home.” He ran his fingers down Celestia’s spine and Brie watched her quiver in response. “It’s a favorite tool of ours.” Marquis looked at Brie again and said, with a glint in his eye, “Wait until your present next year.”
Tono came up and shook hands with the men before addressing Brie. “Amazing, the impact a simple film concept can have in the hands of a true artist.”
She blushed at his compliment. “Thank you, Tono. It does amaze me that the Center is expanding and a new one is starting up because of the demand for training. I never guessed my documentary could effect that kind of change.”
“That reminds me, Ren,” Sir said, “I’ve heard rumors that you are going to start a national tour soon. Is that true?”
Tono glanced at Brie before he replied. “Yes. I’ve been contacted by a group of Kinbaku artists. Due to the increased interest, they are holding performances nationwide to promote understanding of the ancient art. I’ve been asked to lead it.”
Brie’s heart sank. Not Tono too…
She hid her disappointment, but felt compelled to ask, “Tono, you told me once that you preferred remaining in one place. What’s changed?”
His smile was gentle when he answered, “I’ve become stagnant.”
The meaning behind his answer was clear. He would be traveling the country to find the woman meant to be his complement.
“I wish you much success with the tour, Tono Nosaka,” Brie said, bowing to him not as a submissive, but as a friend. She turned away, fighting to control her swirling emotions.
It was too much. Too many losses to swallow in one day.
Sir cupped his hand lightly over the brand on her back. “It’s time, Brie.” He led her to the stage.
As she mounted the steps, Brie forced herself to focus on the school’s success so that her smile was genuine when she faced the large group. She scanned the crowd, and did a double-take when she saw two familiar faces she hadn’t expected.
What are my parents doing here?
Sir put his arm around her waist and began, “I know many of you are familiar with the courage that burns inside the young woman who stands beside me.” He looked down at Brie and stated proudly, “If you know her, then you know she has the heart of a lioness.”
She burned with a heated blush, embarrassed to be praised so highly for her simple documentary.
Sir took his eyes off her to address the group again. “You may recall that a certain graduate of this school broke all protocol to offer her collar at my feet. You may also remember that it was not met with enthusiasm.”
Several people chuckled in the crowd.
“I believe courage should be met with courage,” Sir stated firmly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.
Brie watched in shock as he knelt down on one knee and held out the opened box. “Brianna Bennett, in front of everyone here, I am asking for your hand in marriage.”
She glanced at the diamond ring nestled within. It sparkled with an eternity of promise.
When she looked back at Sir, time stopped. She took in the sight of her Master. It didn’t seem right, seeing Sir on his knee before her in front of the people she knew and loved, but at the same time it was heartbreakingly beautiful.
For one fraction of a second—just one—she toyed with the idea of turning him down as payback.
But Brie’s answer was loud and clear so that there would be no doubt. “Yes, Thane Davis. I accept your proposal with all my heart.”
He stood up and took her hand. Brie lost herself in the moment, aware of only one thing—the feel of her Master’s touch as he slipped the engagement ring on her finger.
Brie stared at him in stunned silence.
Sir smiled as he explained in a lowered voice, “I asked permission to marry you the day your father and I spoke in the study. Needless to say, it did not go the way I’d planned.” He cradled her cheek and stroked her soft lips with his thumb. “But I am a determined man, Brie Bennett.”
She pressed her cheek into his hand and returned his smile. “I cherish your determination, Sir.”
“I know your father isn’t going to like this, but I will not be denied,” he murmured as he fisted her hair and pulled her head back, giving Brie a possessive kiss that sealed his rights as her fiancé.
Brie stumbled slightly when he let go of her, overwhelmed by the kiss.
Sir announced to the group, “Please sit down and enjoy the meal my friend, Chef Sabello, has prepared for you. We are grateful you could join us tonight to celebrate our engagement.”
So tonight was never about the expansion of the school or my film. Clever Sir…
The applause started up again as Sir led her off the stage to speak to her parents.
“Congratulations!” her mother cried, giving her a hug.
Her father’s response was to turn to Sir and demand, “Was that really necessary? You were doing well up until…that thing at the end.”
Sir wrapped his arm around Brie and said unapologetically, “Yes.”
Brie ignored her father’s criticism. “Thank you for giving us your blessing and for being here tonight. I—” Tears welled up, making it difficult to speak. “This means so much to me, Dad.”
Her father held his arms out to her and Brie gratefully settled in his embrace. “I may not care for your choice of husband, Brie, but I am certain he loves you. In the end, that’s what I care about most.”
She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Dad, right now I am the happiest woman in the world.”
Her father squeezed her tighter. “I guess that will have to sustain me when I suffer from doubts later tonight.”
Brie spent the evening flitting from table to table, catching up with people who had been part of her training, including, Jennifer, the redhead who’d been Sir’s date the first night they met, and Greg, the Dom from her first encounter. Everyone who had been a part of her training was there—even Mistress Clark.
Although the Domme stayed behind the scenes most of the evening, she came to Brie before leaving. “It seems congratulations are in order, Miss Bennett. Sir Davis is an exceptional man.” Her gaze burned into Brie when she added, “He deserves an exceptional sub.”
Brie chose to ignore the last comment and replied respectfully, “Thank you, Ms. Clark. I wish you success in Colorado.”
“Yes…well, thank you,” she answered uncomfortably. It seemed that Brie knowing so much about her personal life made the woman jumpy.
Who has the power now?
Before Brie could explore this interesting new dynamic, her parents came to say goodbye. She watched Ms. Clark walk away and suddenly felt an ache of
sadness. She would miss the harsh Domme. It was a disconcerting realization.
Brie was surprised her dad seemed cheerful and was pleased when he explained why. “You know, Brianna, we had a chance to talk to Mr. Gray during dinner. He is a remarkable person. A man of deep faith and philosophical insight. We had a fascinating conversation tonight.”
If there was anyone who could convince her father that the D/s dynamic was healthy and viable, it was Marquis. Brie glanced at her ex-trainer from across the room and smiled in gratitude. He nodded slightly, accepting her thanks.
“Shall we?” Sir stated, letting Brie know it was time to go.
Brie looked over the commons one last time, taking in the moment so she could remember every detail. Then she looked down at her ring and smiled. “We shall, Sir.”
Sir took Brie on a little detour on their way home. She was surprised when he parked his sports car on the side of the coastal highway and set the brake.
“Take off your shoes.”
Brie did as she was told, wondering what he had planned when he took a blanket from behind the seat and slipped matches into his pocket. He went to her side of the car and opened the door.
“Come with me, Brie.”
Her heart fluttered as she took his hand. He lifted her over his shoulder and spanked her playfully on the ass before starting down the trail.
Even in the dark, Brie recognized the beach. She’d been here before, and had mixed feelings about it. Brie fingered the pearls around her neck, remembering how badly the night had ended last time.
Sir made it down the trail quickly and, to Brie’s relief, passed by the spot where they’d had their tryst. He took her closer to the water and set her down next to a fire ring that had been prepared beforehand. He spent a few minutes lighting the fire and then laid the blanket on the sand.
“Lie down, Brie.”
It startled her that he hadn’t used her submissive name.
She lay down on the soft blanket and held her hand out to him. “I’m so happy, Sir.”
He took her hand and lay beside her on the blanket. “Tonight I prefer we call each other by our given names.”
Brie leaned forward and breathed out his name in his ear like a forbidden secret. “Thane.”
He smiled, turning his head to kiss her. “I like the way it sounds coming from your beautiful lips.”
Sir began slowly removing Brie’s clothes, beginning with her stockings. He rolled them down, one at a time, lifting her foot once it was free to examine it as if it were fine art. He kissed each toe tenderly before he started on the gown. Sir undressed her with such passion that he made the experience another form of foreplay.
He took the pearls from her neck, rolling the beads over her body—first her right nipple and then her left, causing them to contract into tight buds for him. He trailed the beads down her torso, making Brie giggle with his feather-light touches.
Sir smiled as the pearls traveled southward and brushed against her femininity. She gasped, her clit already erect and hungry for his pleasure.
“Do you remember the night I was Khan?”
Brie nodded, smiling as she bit her lip in anticipation.
“Open your legs,” he commanded.
She could barely breathe as she spread her legs open and exposed her sex to him. Sir stared at her, admiring her mound without touching it. She loved being examined by his heated gaze. It made her feel beautiful.
Sir fingered her pussy, separating her outer lips, which were already moist with arousal. He placed the pearls on either side of her clit and pulled them taut. “You know what comes next…”
Brie moaned softly as he pulled the beads along, each pearl caressing her clit as it rolled by. She lifted her pelvis, wanting more when he had finished.
Sir spoiled her and repositioned the pearls to begin again. “Do you want to know what I see?”
“Yes.”
“Your clit dances as I pull the strand down, and I am aware that each tiny movement is a jolt of pleasure for you. It’s erotic to watch.”
She turned her head to the side and bit down on the blanket, lifting her pelvis again in silent petition. He granted her wish and pulled them against her swollen clit one last time. Then he put the pearls to his lips as he gazed down at her and ran them across his tongue, tasting her.
“I have another use for pearls. Present your wrists to me.” Sir began binding her with the strand of pearls as if they were rope. It was not simply decoration. He bound her tightly so she could not break free.
“Put your hands above your head, Brie.”
She stared at him feeling vulnerable, naked and bound in the open like this. It was intoxicating.
Sir leaned over her and stated, “I told you that I would never marry.”
“I remember,” Brie replied, curious what had changed his mind.
“But I realized a simple truth after I collared you.” Sir traced the collar on her neck and asked, “Do you know the difference in commitment between having a collared submissive and a wife?”
She shook her head.
He smiled down at her. “There is none. Even though I meant it when I told people years ago I would never marry, I hadn’t met you yet.”
A warm tear rolled down her cheek when she admitted, “Being your wife…it means everything to me.”
He kissed her salty tear away. “It challenged me to grant your unspoken desire, but I am not a man to shy away from a worthy conquest. I had resisted the legal commitment because of my parents past, but the simple truth is I was already fully committed to you.” He leaned over her, his masculinity heightening all her senses. “The moment I locked that collar in place, our fates were sealed.”
She looked up at Sir, admiring his handsome face framed by the stars in the sky. “I love you, Thane.”
“I love you,” he answered, as he began unbuttoning his shirt. He stared down at her lustfully as he undressed, revealing his toned chest first. She loved that it was covered in dark hair. He unfastened his pants next, pulling them down slowly to show off his muscular thighs. The last piece of clothing to go were his briefs. Brie smiled when she saw his erect manhood, framed in dark pubic hair. The man looked magnificent naked.
Sir spread her legs and settled in between them. The head of his rigid cock pressed hard against her opening, demanding entrance.
Brie closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of her fiancé taking her slowly, a centimeter at a time.
“You are mine, Brie Bennett, spiritually and soon legally.”
“Body, heart and soul,” she murmured, sighing in pleasure as his cock slid in up to the hilt.
Sir cradled her face in his hands and demanded she open her eyes as he began rolling his hips. The depth of his penetration asserted his claim, but he was slow, gentle and loving in his taking of her.
He was her Master, but tonight he treated her as his goddess. Sir spent hours under the canvas of stars making love to her, exploring her body with his fingers, cock and tongue.
When she came, Sir whispered, “A lifetime to explore every facet of our love.”
Brie gazed up at the stars shining in the night sky and smiled.
And this is just the beginning, Sir…
Thank you for following Brie on her unique journey. Your enthusiasm and support have truly blessed this author’s heart.
~ Lady Red
After Graduation novelette series:
*Soon to be released as a novel*
Brie Pleases her New Master (#1)
Brie Submits to her Master (#2)
Brie’s Russian Fantasy (#3)
Brie Faces her Master’s Fears (#4)
Brie Learns Restraint (#5)
Brie Discerns Master’s Heart (#6)
Brie Visits Master’s Italy (#7)
Brie Surrenders her Heart (#8)
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Red Phoenix is the author of:
Brie Learns the Art of Submission
* Available in eBook and paperback
(Submissive Exploration—A young woman enters a world of new experiences when she enrolls in the Submissive Training Center)
Blissfully Undone
* Available in eBook and paperback
(Snowy Fun—Two people find themselves snowbound in a cabin where hidden love can flourish, taking one couple on a sensual journey into ménage à trois)
Sensual Erotica: The Erotic Love Story of Amy and Troy
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(Sexual Adventures—True love reigns, but fate continually throws Troy and Amy into the arms of others)
(Novellas and Novelettes available as eBooks)
Novellas
His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages
(Scottish Dom—A sexy Dom escapes to Scotland in the late 1400s. He encounters a waif who has the potential to free him from his tragic curse)
Varick: The Reckoning
(Savory Vampire—A dark, sexy vampire story. The hero navigates the dangerous world he has been thrust into with lusty passion and a pure heart)
Novelettes
Keeper of the Wolf Clan
(Sexual Secrets—A virginal werewolf must act as the clan’s mysterious Keeper)
In 9 Days
(Sweet Romance—A young girl falls in love with the new student, nicknamed ‘the Freak’)
9 Days and Counting
(Sacrificial Love—The sequel to In 9 Days delves into the emotional reunion of two longtime lovers)
And Then He Saved Me
(Saving Tenderness—When a young girl tries to kill herself, a man of great character intervenes with a love that heals)
Play With Me at Noon
(Seeking Fulfillment—A desperate wife lives out her fantasies by taking five different men in five days)
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