Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (17 page)

He eventually parked in front of a magnificent Victorian home. Brie loved the inviting porch, the detailed trim, the lancet windows and the castle feel of its charming turret.

Master Anderson stared at it with a small grin playing across his lips. “I miss that house.”

“So that’s where you used to live?” she asked in surprise.

“Yes. I purchased it when it was in severe disrepair. I was young and had the energy and time to give it the care it deserved. After I’d finished restoring the extensive scrollwork and trim, I played with the inside. Still keeping to the Gothic style, I added a special room at the back for my…unique brand of entertainment.” His eyes twinkled when he pointed to the left side of the residence. “Inside there is a secret door. How I enjoyed the surprised gasps from my submissives the first time I introduced them to what my friends affectionately called ‘The Room’.”

“Oh, I wish I could see it, Master Anderson. I can’t help but wonder what the new owners think of your play room.”

“They were told it was a private room I used as an office.” He chuckled to himself. “I wonder if they can still hear the squeals of delight that regularly echoed in that room.” Master Anderson’s eyes drifted affectionately to the yard. “After the interior was complete, I started on the neglected garden.”

Brie looked beyond the dark iron gate. He’d filled the front yard with bushes, each with its own unique pigment which made the garden colorful but definitely kept a masculine feel to it.

“Wow, your garden is actually as impressive as the house,” she complimented.

“Thank you. I’m quite proud of my work.”

“Do you regret giving this place up?”

He looked at Brie thoughtfully. “My new home has the space this one lacked. Although they appear to be polar opposites, both homes have a style that speaks to me.”

“You are a complicated man, Master Anderson. A cowboy as a child, a carpenter as a young man and now Headmaster of a BDSM training school.”

“You are missing an important part of the journey.” He started up the truck and drove her back to visit the downtown area. He helped her out of his vehicle, then walked Brie through a thriving college campus. “Once the house was complete, I had time on my hands and an ambition to be my own boss, so I took classes at night to get my business degree.”

She looked at him in amazement. “How did you find the time?”

He raised his eyebrow. “I was not tied down to a partner and only played with subs on an occasional basis. It left me with an abundance of time, and I am not a man to waste it.” He pointed towards a large glass-and-brick building with the impressive Rockies as its backdrop.

“I took classes at night here. While it took longer to get my business degree, it has all led me to where I am now. I was able to redesign the warehouse into the Academy, and I have the business background necessary to ensure its success. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Thane let me see the inner workings of the Training Center.”

Brie felt a pang of remorse. Why did the mention of Sir’s prior status as Headmaster always hurt her heart?

Master Anderson walked her between the campus buildings, down a pleasant path of new trees and budding flowers. He shared memories of the professors he’d learned under and classes he’d taken. Although much of what he shared made no sense to her, Brie enjoyed hearing the tone of his voice change when he talked about business and how what he learned played into his endeavors now. “I want our school to adapt to the market, reacting to the needs of the local community as they change. I invite change, as long we never lose sight of our fundamental purpose.”

He led her to a small Italian restaurant, opening the bright red door with a gentlemanly flourish. “A favorite place of mine back in the da—”

She looked up at him and was surprised to see his face lose all color as a cute redhead with a large baby bump made her way out the door.

“Pardon me,” the young woman murmured with a smile. Then she stopped short and said in astonishment, “Brad?”

Master Anderson stiffened upon hearing his name. He froze temporarily, taking time before he replied, “Amy, I never expected to run into you here.”

The redhead blushed. “Well, I love the food and seem to crave it more these days.” She rubbed her belly lovingly. “Thank you for introducing me to this place. I visit a least once a week now.”

He looked at her warily, as if she were a poison to him. Brie’s heart went out to Master Anderson as the awkward silence stretched, so she stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Brie.”

The girl glanced briefly at Brie’s collar before taking her hand. “Hi, Brie. I’m Amy. I was good friends with Brad when we were taking night classes together.”

Master Anderson seemed to snap out of his stupor and spoke, “Yes, Amy and I spent many stimulating nights at my house. How have you been?” He looked at her stomach. “I notice you have a bun in the oven.”

Amy laughed sweetly. “Yes, we do. A little girl, if the ultrasound proves to be right. I sure hope so, because the nursery is all pink and my mother already bought a ton of lacy outfits for her.”

Brie saw a flash of pain flit across Master Anderson’s face before he hid it with a casual smile. “I take it you’re still with Troy.”

Amy looked at him sadly, letting Brie know there was so much between them that wasn’t being said.

“Yes.” There was another uncomfortably long pause as Amy played with the ring on her finger. “Troy and I got married last year.”

“I see.”

Brie slipped her hand into Master Anderson’s and squeezed it, offering him moral support.

“Looks as if you two didn’t waste any time,” she teased Amy.

The redhead shrugged, caressing her stomach affectionately. “Who’d have guessed we’d be so compatible?”

Master Anderson tightened his hold on Brie’s hand, almost hurting her with his grip. “Congratulations, Amy. Be sure to give your husband my best. I hope you’ll excuse us, as Brie and I have a schedule to keep.”

Amy’s gaze drifted back to Brie’s collar. “I’m sure the two of you have a wonderful evening planned.” She gave Master Anderson a clumsy hug, her large stomach getting in the way. “It was wonderful to see you again, Brad. You look great, and it’s such a joy to meet your girlfriend.”

Master Anderson didn’t correct Amy’s mistake, so Brie made a bold move, saying as she kissed him on the cheek, “Mr. Anderson is in high demand these days. I’m a very lucky girl.”

“Yes…I’m sure,” Amy replied, turning a bright shade of red. She added as she hurried off, “Have a great evening, you two.” She looked back briefly before disappearing around the corner.

Master Anderson watched her go with a look of regret on his face. “I don’t feel hungry. Do you mind if we head back to my place?”

“Not at all, Master Anderson.”

The drive back was unbearably silent. Brie had never seen the Dom unraveled before. Her heart ached for him, but it was not her place to ask about the girl, so she stared out of the window admiring the snowy peaks in the distance.

Sir texted her as they waited in traffic.
How’s my sexy submissive?

Brie smiled when she saw his message and told Master Anderson, “It’s Sir. Do you mind if I text him back?”

“Please. I’m sure he misses you.”

The sadness in his voice was not lost on her. “Thank you, Master Anderson.”

She quickly typed,
I’m good, Sir. How are you?

Doing well. In a couple of days I’ll be better.

Why?

You’ll be in my arms.

Brie squeaked, which caught Master Anderson’s attention, so she explained, “Sir’s coming here in a few days.”

“That’s good to hear. Tell him hello from me.”

Brie dutifully typed,
Master Anderson says hi.

I assumed you would be with Lea tonight, Brie.

She’s busy, so Master Anderson took me on a tour of Denver.

Is he taking good care of my sub?

Of course, but do you have any idea who Amy is?

He took his time before texting back.
Why?

Master Anderson met her today and seems extremely sad now.

I have an assignment for you, téa.

Yes, Master.

When you get off the phone, pull your skirt up and play with yourself.

It was Brie’s turn to hesitate.

He continued to type.
Make yourself orgasm. Be vocal about it.

???
She texted in surprise.

Trust your Master. Hang up now and do as I say.

Brie put the phone away and sighed, building up her courage. She hiked her skirt up, not daring to look in Master Anderson’s direction.

With tentative fingers, she started to caress her pussy through her panties. It didn’t take long for her body to react to the pleasurable sensation. She moaned a little, shifting to get a better angle. She could feel Master Anderson’s eyes on her.

Brie slipped her hand under the wet material and swirled her finger over her clit. With a teasing motion she rubbed the sensitive area more rapidly and purred. Here they were in the middle of rush-hour traffic and she was playing with herself… Thankfully she was safe from the majority of prying eyes because of the height of his truck.

Master Anderson said nothing as he watched the road—and her.

Brie closed her eyes, arching her back, forcing her fingers inside as she imagined the head of Sir’s cock penetrating her. He fucked her slowly, wanting her to feel and appreciate the full length of his shaft. Then she pulled her fingers out and rapidly rubbed her hungry clit.

The combination of penetration and clit play always brought on a delicious orgasm. She adjusted herself, putting a leg up on the dash for freer access. She needed deeper penetration, so she thrust her fingers more aggressively. The lace panties made it a little more difficult, but also added an element of naughtiness. With the angle he had, Master Anderson couldn’t see what she was doing but he could certainly imagine it.

There finally came a point when the increasing fire between her legs transformed into pulses, letting her know an orgasm was near. She pressed her fingers hard against her clit and began to rub at a furious pace.

Her cries of passion filled the cabin of the truck as she gave in to the intensity of her self-made orgasm. “Oh, oh, ooohhh…” she moaned as it crashed over her. She felt her pussy contract in waves of pleasure. Afterwards she pressed her hand over her sex, enjoying those last little delicious pulses.

Without looking in Master Anderson’s direction, she righted herself, pulling her skirt down and folding her hands in her lap.

“Your Master told you to do that?”

She looked at him shyly. “Yes, Master Anderson.”

Brie was glad to see him smile for the first time since the unexpected meeting with Amy. “Leave it to Thane to know just what I needed. Well done, young Brie.”

She smiled back. “I’m glad you approve, Master Anderson.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You know I love watching a woman pleasure herself.”

Brie blushed, thrilled that her little performance had been pleasing to him.

Maser Anderson drove high into the foothills, pulling off the road at a turnabout which gave them a spectacular view of Denver. He turned off the truck, staring at the sprawling city below. Without being asked, he shared, “I met Amy in a communications class. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that I was meant to tame her.”

“Tame her?” Brie asked, unfamiliar with the term.

He answered with a smirk. “Back then I loved the challenge of taking a strong woman unused to kink and showing her the excitement of submission. I affectionately refer to them as the ‘wild ones’, those women who don’t realize their true nature—yet.”

“So you liked educating totally vanilla girls?”

“Yes. However, Amy was different. That redheaded vixen intrigued me more than my previous conquests, and she proved far more resistant. Took me longer to tame her than any I’d had before, but when she finally submitted—
truly
submitted—I was lost.”

“Lost how?” Brie asked, deeply honored that he was being so open with her.

“Amy broke my heart,” Master Anderson stated with a sad half-smile. “Although I’d always enjoyed conquering wild ones, she was the first and only one to conquer me. I didn’t realize how deeply I’d fallen until that ass came into the picture.”

“Who?”

Master Anderson spat out the name disdainfully, “Troy Dawson.”

“Is that her husband?”

Master Anderson snarled. “That selfish bastard doesn’t deserve her. He was always making her cry, leaving her to chase his dreams then coming back, expecting her to welcome him with open arms. He didn’t love her like I did. Damn it, I would have done anything for Amy. In fact…” His voice trailed off and he just stared at the horizon, lost in his painful memories.

Brie said nothing, instinctively putting her hand on his shoulder to express her empathy.

“I lost a part of myself the day she walked away from me. No explanation—she just walked into his arms and we were no more. But as hurt as I was, I never stopped loving the girl and willingly played the fool again when I saw an opportunity to win her back.”

Brie couldn’t imagine Master Anderson ever playing the fool and stated, “I don’t believe it.”

“I hate to admit it, but I ran to Amy’s side when I heard she was seriously hurt. It was no surprise to me that Troy was nowhere to be found.”

Master Anderson paused, a hint of regret in his voice when he added, “I did things I’m not proud of. Have you ever loved someone so desperately you compromised yourself to keep them?”

He looked critically at Brie for a moment, then answered his own question. “No, you haven’t. That isn’t your nature.”

“What did you do?” Brie asked, intrigued that the Dom had found himself in such a position. “I can’t imagine you ever compromising yourself.”

“No one is immune to life’s lessons, young Brie. Looking back on it now, I understand what a fool I was, but back then I justified my actions. She was mine—she’d freely given her submission to me. I also knew she needed to stay far away from that miserable excuse of a man. When fate saw fit to erase her memories, I took it as a sign. It was my second chance and I wasn’t going to allow anything or
anyone
to fuck it up.”