Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (71 page)

Every time she heard someone pass by in the aisle, it added an extra thrill to the experience, increasing her arousal exponentially.

Normally such subtle attention would not result in an orgasm, but the exhibitionistic aspect with the added risk of being caught was an aphrodisiac for Brie. When she could take no more, her body tensed for its release.

Sir noted that she was close and started rolling his finger over her clit again, bringing her to a glorious, drawn-out orgasm. Not a peep did she make, nor did she move, as her pussy contracted and released, wetting his finger.

She felt his cock stiffen in her hand, exposing the pleasure he gained whenever he orchestrated her climax. It was intoxicating to feel the hard physical evidence of just how much he enjoyed pleasing her.

Brie opened her eyes to sneak a peek and saw Sir staring at his screen with a bored expression on his face. No one would ever suspect the naughtiness going on under the tray tables beneath their little blanket.

Her natural inclination was to return the favor but, while still watching the screen, Sir commanded under his breath, “Remove your hand from my cock, téa.”

She did so, reluctantly, because it was a direct order, but she was sad not to have the opportunity to please him more fully. Once her hand was back on her lap, Sir removed his and licked his fingers as if he’d just finished eating a delicious snack while watching his movie. He then took the water from her tray and drank it, a smile playing on his lips.

Brie quickly closed her eyes when he turned his head in her direction. She did not dare stir again until the airplane began to descend and Sir shook her shoulder.

“Wake up, my dear, the plane is about to land.”

She opened her eyes to gaze into his. “Thank you, Sir,” she purred.

“My pleasure, babygirl.”

“You’re such a sexy man…”

“And you are a very sleepy girl.”

“Only for you, Sir,” she answered with a grin.

“Are you ready for today?”

Brie grimaced. “I’m nervous about visiting Todd, Sir. He’s such a spirited individual; I can’t imagine seeing him in a hospital bed, dying.”

“Brie, he cannot see your fear. You must put on a brave front, no matter what condition we find him in. He needs our strength. Anything less would be a disservice to him.”

She looked down at her lap, sighing. “I hate hospitals. No… I hate the pain that happens in hospitals. They only represent death to me.”

He lifted her chin. “You must be brave.”

Those words reverberated through her. They were the very words Rytsar had used during their last scene together. She’d been brave then. Brie held on to that, determined to be brave now.

Faelan

B
rie hesitated at the hospital entrance, frightened of what she would find inside.

“Come, Brie,” Sir insisted, guiding her through the open double doors. After receiving instructions on the location of Faelan’s room, they headed towards the elevators.

You must be brave…
she reminded herself, straightening her posture and nodding to Sir when the elevator doors opened. He led her through several hallways until they found the room number. Outside the door stood an elderly couple, holding on to each other in a desperate embrace. Brie couldn’t help wondering if they were Faelan’s grandparents.

Sir walked up to the couple to introduce himself. “Mr. and Mrs. Wallace?”

They looked up, expressions of misery and hopelessness coloring their faces. The man answered matter-of-factly, “I’m Mr. Wallace.”

Sir held out his hand. “It is good to finally meet you, sir. I’m Thane Davis. We’ve talked on the phone several times.”

The woman’s face lit up. “Mr. Davis?” Without warning, she threw her arms around him.

Sir embraced her, patting her lightly on the back. “Your son is going to be fine, Mrs. Wallace. He will recover from this.”

It wasn’t until then that Brie realized these were Faelan’s parents,
not
his grandparents. The revelation was shocking, but she suspected the hardships they’d faced over the years must have taken a physical toll on the poor couple.

“Things are not well, Mr. Davis,” Mr. Wallace corrected. “At this point, we’re uncertain he’ll even go through with the surgery.”

Sir seemed surprised by the news. “What do you mean?”

Mrs. Wallace broke the hug, tears coming to her eyes. “It’s like Todd’s lost his will to live.” A sob escaped her lips. “He refused dialysis, and now he says he doesn’t want the surgery. I’m losing my boy, Mr. Davis, and there’s nothing I can say or do to prevent it.”

Brie swallowed the lump growing in her throat and fought off the tears, knowing that Sir was watching her. If she was going to act courageously, this was the perfect time to prove it.

“Mrs. Wallace, I’m Miss Bennett, a friend of Todd’s. He has an entire community back in LA pulling for him. You’re not alone.”

The woman tilted her head. “You wouldn’t happen to be Mary, would you?”

Brie was startled by the question, but smiled warmly. “No, my name is Brie, but Mary and I are friends as well. Has Todd mentioned her to you?”

The woman shook her head. “No, but sometimes he calls out her name when he’s asleep.”

Brie had to close her eyes to keep back the tears. She opened them and smiled once she had them under control, stating with conviction, “I know we can help Todd regain his strength together. You’ve had far too much to handle on your own.”

Mrs. Wallace broke down, sobbing as she cried on Brie’s shoulder. “It’s been so hard watching him…fade away.”

Brie wrapped her arms around the frail woman, conveying her strength as she held her. Mr. Wallace cautioned in a low voice, “Hush, Ada. You don’t want Todd hearing you through the door.”

She choked back her sobs and nodded, pulling away from Brie. “I don’t want to lose my son, Miss Bennett. He’s been through enough in his young life. It’s not fair that he’s having to face this now.”

“Let’s concentrate on the fact that a healthy donor has been found and the operation takes place next week,” Sir encouraged them. “We’ve come specifically to support your son. You’re no longer alone in this endeavor.”

“I thought Todd mentioned he had a sister,” Brie said, troubled that the couple was facing this without family support.

“Lisa is in the last month of her pregnancy,” Mrs. Wallace explained, new tears forming as she shared. “The doctor has restricted her to bed rest. I’m afraid the pressure of everything has gotten to her. We can’t risk losing the baby too…”

“Of course not,” Brie agreed, hugging her again.

“Come, Ada, let’s get some coffee while Todd’s friends visit,” her husband suggested, taking her hand. Mr. Wallace glanced back at Sir, his face conveying a look of defeat.

Sir took Brie’s hand and squeezed it. “Are you ready for this?”

He
will
recover. He
will
live a long life,
she silently repeated, steeling herself for the reunion. She looked up at Sir and answered with confidence, “I’m ready, Sir.”

Although Brie had thought she was ready, as the door swung open and she saw Faelan for the first time, she had to struggle to breathe.

Sir whispered, “Remember why we came.”

Brie quickly pulled herself together as she took her first step into the room. Faelan looked gaunt, his face sunken and hollow. With his eyes closed, it looked as if he might already be dead—the sound of periodic gasping the only sign of life.

“Mr. Wallace,” Sir said loudly. “Mr. Wallace, Miss Bennett and I have come to see you.”

His eyelids fluttered for a moment, but he did not move or open them.

Brie spoke up. “Todd, it’s me. Sir and I have come to visit you.” When he did not respond, she called out, “Faelan.”

Todd slowly opened his eyes.

Brie sucked in her breath. Those magnetic blue eyes that had always drawn her in were now dull and lifeless.

“Go away,” he rasped.

Even though a chilling sense of doom fell over her, Brie stubbornly held on to her mantra.
He
will
recover. He
will
live a long life…
She shook her head, laughing softly as she took his limp hand. “Oh no, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily. I’m here to stay.”

He turned away slowly, a pained expression on his face. “I don’t want you to see me like this. Go…now.”

Brie didn’t move.

“Although I appreciate how you feel, Mr. Wallace, we won’t be leaving,” Sir said with compassion. “You’ll have to dig down deep to find the strength needed to survive this surgery, and we’ve come to support you in that cause.”

Faelan snarled, “I don’t want your help. I never asked for it.”

“Friends don’t wait to be asked,” Brie told him.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to block her out. “I don’t even want this damn operation.”

“Why not?” Brie cried.

With his eyes still closed, Faelan stated coldly, “There’s no point in a perfectly healthy man losing a kidney. I’m dying. Hell, I’ve been dying since I was sixteen. Just let me get on with it.”

“You have too many people who care about you,” she protested.

He laughed bitterly. “Right…”

“Don’t you realize how desperate your parents are, thinking they might lose you? You can’t do that to them,” she insisted. “And what about your poor sister and her baby?”

He opened his eyes and glared at Brie. “They’ll be better off. They
all
will.”

She knew he was including Mary in that statement. Playing on his sympathy for others wasn’t working, so Brie changed tactics. “What kind of legacy are you leaving if you give up now? You can’t end on a cowardly note.”

“I’m no coward.”

“Exactly,” Sir answered. “Which is why you will suffer whatever is needed to survive this. You’re neither a coward nor a fool. When fate has granted you a second chance, you grab it with both hands.”

When Faelan remained unmoved, Sir added in a grave tone, “You have no idea of the devastating consequences such a cowardly act would have on your family and friends.”

Brie wondered if Sir was referring to his own father. Was there a part of him that resented his father for taking his life and leaving Sir behind? Her thoughts turned to Mary. Brie was concerned that if Mary ever found out Faelan had chosen to die, it might destroy her.

Without asking permission, Brie lowered the rail on the bed to sit beside Faelan. She took his hand back in hers and squeezed it. “You’ve touched too many lives to have the luxury of giving up now. Think who will suffer if you do—your parents, your sister, your friends…and Mary.”

For the first time, she saw a flicker of light in his eyes, but he turned his head from her. “I’m tired, Brie. I just want to stop fighting.” He let out a long, agonized sigh. “I just want to die in peace.”

“Too fucking bad,” she stated, standing back up. “I’m here now and
I
won’t let you.”

Faelan glanced at Sir and said in an ominous tone, “You don’t want to know what I’ll do to her if she stays.”

“What? Are you going to throw insults at her? Because God knows you’re too weak to throw anything else.”

Faelan’s expression darkened. “Not that long ago you wouldn’t have let me near her, and
now
you’re willing to risk her staying alone with me?”

“If I am brutally honest, Mr. Wallace, there’s no risk involved, given your current state.”

“Fuck…you.”

Sir smiled. “Is that the best you can do? Brie should have no problem, then.” He turned to her. “You’re in charge of getting him to eat regularly and forcing him to exercise his limbs. A gratitude journal might also prove beneficial.”

“You have to be shitting me,” Faelan growled.

Sir replied with a straight face, “I never shit, Mr. Wallace—unless I’m in the bathroom.”

Brie covered her mouth to keep from laughing.

Faelan stared at him, a look of disbelief on his face. Out of the blue, he started laughing, but it soon became gasping breaths and he turned from them in humiliation. When he finally regained his composure, he commanded hoarsely, “Go…”

“We will,” Sir informed him, “but only because I need to help Brie settle in. Rest assured, Mr. Wallace, she will return tomorrow with the donor. It will give you a chance to meet the man who has graciously agreed to save your life.”