Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4)
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After Graduation
By
Red Phoenix
Kindle Edition
After Graduation
By
Red Phoenix
Kindle Edition
Brie Faces her Master’s Fears
Copyright 2013 by Red Phoenix
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Edited by Amy Parker
Book cover design by Erin Dameron-Hill; Photo by Jimmy Thomas/RomanceNovelCovers.com Phoenix symbol by Nicole Delfs
Big thanks to the Gentle Man, Jennifer Roberts-Hall, Marla Thalassinou, and Pamela Snyder
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 ages 18 and older.
His Pride
R
ytsar was an influential man in Moscow, and was able to secure Brie and Sir a flight back to the States. On the drive to the airport, he complained, “I do not like this sudden leaving,
moy droog
. Nor the secrecy behind it.”
Sir smirked. “Sorry, I was instructed not to divulge any information. You will know it as soon as Brie has permission to share.”
Rytsar looked at her, defiance flashing in his eyes. “I had better be the first you inform,
radost moya.
”
She opened her mouth, ready to assure him that he would be, but Sir interrupted. “Make no promises.”
Brie suddenly became worried.
How serious is this secret?
Rytsar frowned at Sir, sounding deeply offended. “I deserve to know.”
Sir placed his hand on the Russian’s shoulder. “There is no need to get your feathers ruffled, my friend. I simply think Brie will want to share it with others first. Rest assured, you will be told in a timely manner.”
He growled in dissatisfaction. “I do not care to be left in the dark.”
“It seems fitting you should suffer after your airport shenanigans. To abuse my sub in such a manner when she’d barely stepped onto Russian soil…”
“She handled herself fine,
moy droog
. You were the one who had me in stitches,” said Rytsar, laughing.
Sir shrugged off the laughter at his expense. “Insulting me won’t help your cause. Brie is capable of putting you farther down the list of people to call.”
The Russian gave Brie a domineering look and barked, “Don’t.”
She struggled not to smile. It was humorous that the secret Sir was keeping was bothering Rytsar almost as much as it was bothering her.
Once they were safely on the plane, a private business jet with only a few prominent Russians on board, Sir shared the remarkable news. “Mr. Holloway has run into an unforeseen snag in his latest project. They are on a forced hiatus while it is being ironed out. His insistence on confidentiality is to prevent already gun-shy investors from backing out of his project before he has a chance to remedy the situation.”
Brie stared at Sir, not really hearing anything after he mentioned the name ‘Holloway’. Her heart began racing.
This is my big break!
Sir continued, “He only has a few days, but said your documentary has been on his mind. He wants to see it in three days’ time.”
That was when reality hit. “Three days, Sir?”
“Yes. That’s why I cut the trip short. You will basically have forty-eight hours, by the time we make it back to LA, to finish editing your documentary.”
“It’s not enough time,” she protested.
“It
is
enough time,” he corrected, “since it is all the time you’ve been given.”
She bit back the feeling of panic and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I will make it work.”
He covered her with a blanket. “Go to sleep, Brie,” Sir commanded. “This will be the only chance you have for the next three days.”
Obeying him was nearly impossible, but she forced herself to count sheep and then gave up on that, concentrating on Sir’s breathing instead. It eased her into slumber—the reassuring force of his presence.
She had to fight back the thought that kept invading her head:
This is the beginning…
Brie spent the next two days hunched over her computer, drinking coffee and eating apples at Sir’s insistence—his idea of a more healthy energy booster. He took it upon himself to cook and care for her so that she could focus solely on editing the film.
Brie lived and breathed her documentary, from her first night at the Submissive Training Center to the last, when she, Lea and Mary had contemplated what the future held for them. She was obsessed with the last part of her footage, where both Lea and Mary had questioned her choice to be collared. At the time, she had only been considering Tono and Faelan, with no idea how the night would end up playing out.
However, it was difficult to listen to Mary. Brie had to fight back the bile rising in her throat when Mary mentioned wanting to take a spin with Faelan. Lea had jumped on her for it, but Brie had actually defended Mary. At the time she’d mistakenly thought the backstabber was her friend.
It shocked Brie just how many times Mary had called her an idiot for wanting to get collared. Her claim that Brie just needed to ‘play the field’ in order to find better Doms had been a lie. The truth was that Mary hadn’t wanted Brie to be happy at all, and had been willing to do whatever it took to prevent it.
Mary was the lowest, most spiteful person she knew. Brie’s only consolation was that despite her nemesis’ best efforts, Brie had still got her happy ending. Although graduation night hadn’t gone the way she’d envisioned, the end result had been far better than Brie could ever have hoped for. It turned out that Mary’s hatred had been unable to stop what was meant to be.
Brie imagined seeing Blonde Nemesis in a club someday and walking up to her just to say, “Thanks for being such a backstabbing bitch. I couldn’t be happier because of you.”
It was difficult not to cut Mary out of the film altogether. Just seeing her beautiful but stone-cold face brought back a flood of emotions. Her nemesis might have become a capable submissive, but she was a wretched excuse for a human being.
There was only one problem: Brie knew Mary added to her documentary. Despite failing miserably as a friend, Blonde Nemesis was an ‘interesting character’. That was how Brie had decided to think of her as she edited—just a two-dimensional character. To see Mary any other way only caused her pain.
Once Brie had selected the scenes she wanted, she spent the rest of the time finding and timing the music to match, as well as adding graphics and text. It wasn’t going to be a polished piece of work by any means, but the meat of the story was well represented.
When she announced she was finished, Sir asked to watch it. “I want to see what you’ve been able to create.” He sat down and pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. She’d missed his touch over the last two days in her mad rush to get the project completed, and was thrilled to feel that familiar electricity his touch evoked.
Brie was nervous when she hit play. She tried not to be obvious as she observed his reactions while he watched the film. Her heart soared whenever he smiled, but she saw the look of genuine concern when Brie spoke of the incident between Mary and Tono.
Because Brie hadn’t become friends with her yet, it was simply Brie’s impressions of the evening Blonde Nemesis had flipped out. The girl had been purchased by Tono at an auction, but had had a psychological breakdown in his care because of her failure to disclose her serious underlying issues.
Brie was surprised to see Sir’s smile return when Lea questioned Brie about her Kinbaku experience with Tono. Brie had been flying high after such an incredible and unusual bondage session with the talented Dom. It was apparent she’d fallen for Tono that night by her actions and words, despite Brie’s attempts to edit. She had wanted to avoid hurting Sir, but had remained true to the documentary.
Sir maintained that smile when, later in the film, she shared with the other two girls about her day with Faelan after he’d won her at the auction. The only times she saw Sir twitch uncomfortably were when she talked about her growing feelings for Sir himself.
When the credits rolled across the screen she turned it off, but was startled by his silence. Finally, Sir turned to her and said, “This is a telling piece.”
She smiled uncertainly. “Do you feel it is worthy of distribution?”
“You have done a fine job depicting your journey as a submissive…the insecurities, triumphs and eventual growth. Your humor is a nice touch.”
She blushed at the compliment, but she still wanted to know. “Thank you, Sir. But…do you like it?”
He touched her cheek lightly. “Your raw honesty in the film has given me new understanding of your personal journey. I hope you are prepared for the exposure, Brie. You are quite open in this film. There are many people who do not understand the lifestyle and will attack you for it.”
“I’ve taken that under serious consideration, Sir. I fully accept what will come because of this film.”