Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (61 page)

“What
I
did?!”

“Yes. You disobeyed a direct order, one he only had in place for your sake—and yet, before he left, he told me to take care of you. Even after all the shit you put him through.”

“Oh, boo hoo… What else did he tell you?” she demanded.

“He said he was leaving the commune, but refused to tell me where he was headed.”

“Hah!” Mary grumbled. “I don’t fucking believe you. Yeah, I bet the two of you had a grand old time going over a long laundry list of my faults.”

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that? You don’t deserve him, Mary. All Todd ever did was put your needs above his, and all you can do is bitch about him.”

Sir took the phone from Brie. “Miss Wilson, this conversation has gotten out of hand. Is Captain treating you well? Fine, then show him the respect he deserves and don’t call here again until you have learned something worth sharing.”

Sir handed Brie the phone back with a disappointed look on his face.

“She just gets me so riled sometimes,” Brie complained.

“With Miss Wilson, you must tread lightly. She already feels worthless, which explains her defensive tactics. When you tell her things such as she doesn’t deserve Mr. Wallace, you only feed into her fears of worthlessness. Is that what you intended?”

Brie frowned. “No, but I just want her to admit she’s wrong to treat people that way.”

“I chose Captain to watch over her because of his background. He won’t be swayed by her outbursts. Let the man do his job without undermining his efforts.”

She hated that she’d made a mess of things, and bowed at his feet. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Look at me,” Sir commanded.

Brie looked up hesitantly, her lip trembling.

“I understand your anger towards Miss Wilson. She’s been disrespectful to your friends and you felt the need to lash out. What she needs, however, is something you can’t provide. Step back and let Miss Wilson work through her issues under Captain’s guidance. Don’t answer the phone if she calls again. She’s been instructed to call me if she’s being mistreated.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Rather than worrying about Miss Wilson, I want you to unpack our things while you concentrate your thoughts on tonight’s outing.”

She looked at him questioningly. Sir answered that look with a smile, telling her, “I’m taking you to The Haven, my dear. And I have wicked plans for you.” Sir held out his hand and helped her back to her feet.

It was like magic.

Like the night before, Sir had completely changed her mindset within a matter of seconds. Brie had expected to putter around for the next few days, recovering from their weeks of travel. Instead, Sir had them moving on with life, headed in a most delightful direction.

Triggers

B
rie hadn’t visited The Haven in over two months. She was excited at the prospect of seeing old friends and meeting new members who’d joined recently. The club had seen a significant influx in membership after the documentary, and had become the happening place in LA for kinksters.

She glanced at the mirror as she dressed in the vinyl outfit Sir had gifted her. The top was a sexy combination of a black corset with laces up the front and a hood in the back, attached to a high-low skirt that flowed like a long cape. The bottoms of the outfit consisted of simple short shorts, which were scandalously tiny. She felt like a vinyl priestess when she put it on, and twirled several times to admire the flow of the skirt. The outfit was outside Sir’s normal tastes, but she liked it very much.

When Brie emerged from the bedroom, Sir let out a long whistle. “That looks killer on you, babygirl.”

After twirling for him, she gushed, “Thank you, Master. I love it.”

He held out his hand and she took it, standing gracefully before him. “My pleasure, téa. I like showing off my sub. Others can look, but they can’t touch.”

“Will we be scening tonight, Sir?”

“Yes,” he said with a smirk, “I thought a little violet wand might add some spark to the evening.”

She grinned. “Not only are you a talented Master, but a skilled comedian as well.”

He swatted her butt. “Sarcasm will only get you in trouble, my dear. Expect to pay for that.”

“I’m unsure whether to be excited or frightened.”

The lack of amusement on his face made her heart skip a beat. Maybe she would pay dearly for her jest… It was the not knowing that thrilled her. Oh, how she loved his devilish humor!

Sir seemed to be in a particularly playful mood, and drove the car with gusto, taking sharp corners and punching the gas so that she was thrown back in her seat. Brie giggled for the entire ride, enjoying his expertise behind the wheel. She caressed the dashboard lovingly after he screeched to a halt once they reached The Haven’s parking lot, appreciating the wildness the car brought out in him.

Brie waited for him to help her out of the car once he’d grabbed the duffel bag from the back. She walked confidently beside him, grateful that The Haven was nothing like Rytsar’s club. She didn’t have to worry about breaking some simple protocol and suffering punishment in front of everyone. Although Sir would certainly call her on a breach of protocol,
no one
would ever be allowed to touch her, much less punish her, without his permission.

She was surprised at the long line to get into the club, and stunned by the sheer number of people once they finally made their way in. The middle area was standing room only. It had the feel of a concert venue rather than a kinkster gathering.

Trying to make it to one of the alcoves proved challenging as Sir forced his way through the crowded room. Instead of taking Brie to watch a scene, he went directly to the club’s owner.

“Is it normally like this, these days?” Sir asked.

“Fridays and Saturdays are the worst. If you want a less crowded evening, I suggest coming Tuesday or Wednesday.”

“I’ll keep that in mind in the future. Do you still have us down for tonight?”

The owner looked over his sheet. “Yes, I have you down for eight, Sir Davis. Try to make it there at least fifteen minutes early. It gets a little crazy whenever a scene ends and the crowd starts moving.”

Sir glanced around at the sea of people. “Looks like you might want to expand.”

“Funny you should say that. We are opening up another club north of here in a few months.”

“A wise move. I’d be willing to drive farther to avoid the crowds.”

“You’ll find everyone is respectful of making room for the scenes. We added extra staff, so there’s someone stationed between every adjacent alcove. Even I find this level of activity uncomfortable, although the profits have been staggering. I have you and your sub to thank for that.”

Brie blushed, pleased that her film had had a positive impact on the club.

Sir put his hand on the small of Brie’s back. “All the credit goes to Miss Bennett, but I’m sure we’re both glad to hear The Haven is seeing a positive benefit from the film. Can you tell me if Mistress Luo is scening tonight?”

“As a matter of fact, she’s up now at the same alcove you’ll be scening at. You should still be able to catch her.”

Sir guided Brie through the mass of people, ignoring the number of subs who bowed as he passed. He might not have noticed, but Brie sure did. It only helped to highlight the influence Sir still had in the community, despite having stepped down from his position at the school. It made Brie feel proud—and a little remorseful.

He found a spot where Brie could easily observe the scene, and they were treated to the sight of Boa naked and bound in rope. Brie purred to herself, aroused by the vision of the man kneeling, his arms bound together from the forearms down to his wrists with his palms facing upwards in a sign of surrender. Mistress Luo had bound his arms to his thighs and was finishing it off by wrapping the rope around the back of his neck so that, as she tightened the rope, his head was pulled down into a bowing position.

Because Boa had such a strong, masculine body, Brie found it particularly sensual to see him subdued in rope. His Mistress picked up a candle burning on an elegant metal stand and poured wax over his shoulders and down his back.

He visibly shuddered and let out a low grunt.

“You like that, don’t you, Boa?”

“I do, Mistress.”

She picked up another candle and proceeded to pour more wax over his back. He groaned even louder.

“This one burns a little hotter.”

“It does, Mistress.”

“Would you like to try another?”

“Please.”

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she poured the third candle’s wax onto his shoulders, letting it slowly drip down his back. He let out a low, tortured groan.

“Challenging?” she asked sweetly.

“It is,” he answered, his head still bowed.

“One more?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She picked up the fourth candle and held it higher above him. Brie understood that it would help to control the temperature of the wax as it fell. He said nothing when the first drop hit his skin, but as she lowered the candle, he began to shift in his bonds, then let out a deep, masculine moan.

She was certain he must be fully erect, but his impressive shaft was hidden by the placement of his arms.
Such a shame,
she mused. It was crafty of Mistress Luo to tease not only Boa, but the entire audience with her choice of body position. Such a cruelly gifted Domme.

Mistress Luo set down the candle, and knelt beside Boa, whispering something. Brie saw a slight nod from him. Mistress Luo kissed him with her ruby lips, leaving her mark on his cheek, then stood, motioning over one of her other subs. A female sub came up and held her ruby-red cat o’ nines out with both hands.

Brie shivered, looking at its wicked knots.
Poor Boa!

Mistress Luo positioned herself behind him. The first swing from the whip released a cascade of hard wax from his skin. With precision, she lashed his back with enough force that she soon had all of the wax covering the floor.

His Mistress nodded to her waiting sub, who brought rubbing alcohol and a towel. It was then that Brie understood the whipping had only just begun. Boa’s Mistress carefully cleaned off his back and dried it before handing the towel back to the female.

Brie watched with trepidation as Mistress Luo positioned herself again, stating, “I am going to count down from five. When the last number leaves your Mistress’ lips, your rapture will begin.”

Brie’s stomach churned when Boa answered, “Thank you, Mistress.”

The Asian Domme might have been small in stature, but she was an expert at playing the audience. Everyone watched with bated breath as she cocked back her arm and counted down slowly in her seductive voice.

Brie could barely watch when Mistress Luo finished her countdown and took the first swing. Boa’s whole body stiffened upon impact. His Mistress continued to stroke his back hard with the cruel instrument, her rhythm consistent and even.

Instead of focusing on Boa, Brie kept her eyes on Mistress Luo, studying her expression as the Domme released a torrent of lashes. There was a look of deep concentration and affection on her face. This wasn’t simply a BDSM scene for all to see, but a chance to witness the deep connection between the Dominant and sub.

It was a powerful exchange; one Brie would not have been able to appreciate before her recent encounter with Rytsar.

By the end of it, Boa was panting with low grunts from the intense character of the instrument.

Mistress Luo stepped back to admire her work before handing the cat o’ nines to her attending sub and returning to Boa. The Domme gently ran her hands over Boa’s sweaty shoulders and arms, humming softly as she caressed him with her skillful fingers.

“The marks suit your level of submission,” she complimented him, loosening the rope around his neck. She lifted his head to kiss him deeply.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied in a hoarse voice. Brie didn’t miss the lowered lids as he looked at his Domme, an indication of a good sub high.

Mistress Luo knelt beside him, and with sensual movements, slowly released Boa from the rope. Her light touches, along with the erotic way she slid the rope over his skin, were arousing to watch. Brie appreciated that the Mistress treated the end of the scene as skillfully as the beginning.