Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (82 page)

Larson raised his eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face.

Master Anderson handed the tiny felines over to Ms. Clark and pointed at him. “I
knew
I liked you for a reason.” He reached out to take the tabby from Mr. Larson’s hands, before whistling loudly.

A new door opened and, as if by magic, the cats headed towards it. When Master Anderson set the tabby down to follow its comrades, the feline rubbed against Mr. Larson’s dark pants leg, leaving a patch of white-and-orange fur to mark its territory.

Before it left, Mr. Larson bent to give it one last ear-rub with his large but gentle hand, almost making Brie want to purr herself. To his credit, he didn’t even attempt to brush the fur from his once-impeccable suit.

Turning her gaze toward the retreating cats, Brie nearly lost it when the Persian sauntered past Ms. Clark, its head held high in a dismissive manner as it strolled towards the door.

Master Anderson crossed his arms, staring intently at the group of investors as the door closed with a resounding clang. “This was simply my way of illustrating how investing can be a lot like herding cats unless you know what you’re doing. This Academy is growing, and will continue to grow at a steady rate with the right person heading it. You may think that you came tonight to decide whether this is the right investment for you, but you’d be only partially correct. I will not hand over this business unless I feel confident that you are worthy to own this training center.”

“Well played, Mr. Anderson,” Mr. Larson replied, clapping his hands in admiration. Brie joined in the applause with everyone else, impressed by the meaning behind his little stunt.

It was easy to see that Master Anderson had won them over with his unconventional methods, and he was peppered with questions as he led them to a meeting room to lay out the numbers in black and white.

Master Anderson was absolutely brilliant, so that by the time he’d finished, many of the investors had voiced interest in becoming the new owner of the Denver Academy. Brie noticed, however, that one investor kept glancing at the door. It appeared that Mr. Larson was far more interested in a certain red-headed trainee within the walls of the school than in Gunnar Larson’s financial future.

Brie gave Master Anderson a slight bow of her head when he looked in her direction, wanting to show her gratitude at being included in the evening’s events.

It had been exactly what her heart needed.

A Good Day

B
rie arrived home late from the Academy and knew the next day was going to be brutal. Still, she faithfully wrote to Sir in her journal, adding a brief fantasy rather than challenging herself with a toy. She hoped Sir would not only understand, but employ it at some future date.

The Intruder

I’m woken by a strong hand covering my mouth.

“Don’t scream, or I’ll hurt you.”

My mind sifts through the fogginess of sleep, quickly becoming alert when it registers that this man does not smell or sound like my fiancé.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I plead when he takes his hand away.

“Lie still and I won’t have to.”

I start trembling, my body thrown into the primal fight-or-flight instinct when he rips the blanket from me and whistles his admiration at my nearly naked body.

The hand returns to my mouth as he starts to caress me with the other. I can only stare at this frighteningly beautiful stranger as he invades me with his touch, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples before his hand heads lower.

I feel him tug at my panties, but I refuse to cooperate, squeezing my thighs together. It proves to be of no consequence, as he rips the material from my body and tosses it aside. I whimper in terror and hear him chuckle in response.

Knowing that he hungers for my fear, I remain silent, even when he forces his fingers between my legs.

His middle finger grazes over my clit, demanding entrance into my sex, but my pussy is dry and tight. I attempt to bite the hand covering my mouth, but he growls in anger and moves it from my mouth to my throat, pressing against my windpipe.

The action effectively quiets my protests.

“Open those legs.”

I resist until the blood starts pounding in my ears, my body desperate for the oxygen it needs. I spread my legs for him and he rewards my obedience by easing the pressure around my neck.

He forces his fingers inside, and I squirm but make no sound.

“Good girl,” he praises, as if I am his pet.

My body is initially resistant to his manipulations, so he changes tactics, unzipping his pants. He repositions himself, straddling my chest and presenting me with his rigid manhood.

When I turn my head, he responds by increasing the pressure around my throat. “Come on, baby, open that mouth and suck that cock like a good girl.”

I shake my head, but when the pressure on my throat increases, I open my mouth reluctantly.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, forcing his large shaft between my lips. “I want to see it disappear down that pretty little throat.”

He releases his hold on my neck, grasping my hair with both hands as he forces me to take all of him. I am left gagging on his cock, and try to pull away, but he holds my head still, telling me, “I want you to choke on it.”

To my horror, he reaches between my legs and discovers I am wet. He looks at me, a knowing smile on his lips, but says nothing.

When he tires of my mouth, he announces, “I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“No!”

He laughs wickedly. “I never leave a wet pussy unsatisfied.”

The man grabs my wrists in one hand and lifts them over my head as he settles between my legs. I feel the head of his penis pressing against my opening and I cry out.

“Make no mistake, I’m going to give this body exactly what it wants…”

Brie closed her journal and slipped it under her pillow, wanting to feel closer to Sir. She closed her eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.

The alarm went off far too soon, but Brie dutifully dragged herself out of bed and dressed. Checking her phone, she was relieved to see a text from Sir, sent while she was sleeping.

Thinking of you today. Be strong.

She texted back.

I will, Sir. Love you.

She stuffed the phone into her purse, then walked out of the room, looking for Tono. She found him sitting cross-legged out on the patio. She opened the sliding glass door and asked, “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Please,” he answered, patting the ground beside him.

She knelt down and looked at the colors of dawn making their appearance in the eastern sky. The vibrant hues were spectacular, but did little to calm Brie’s nerves.

“How are you?” she asked.

“At peace. And you?”

She smiled sadly. “Not so much.”

“Clear your mind,” he ordered gently.

She closed her eyes and listened to the birds singing as they greeted the new day. It was easy finding peace beside Tono, and it didn’t take long before her spirits were lifted.

“Thank you, Tono.”

“Today will be a good day,” he stated, as he leaned over and gave her a hug.

She wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Yes, it will,” she agreed.

They headed to the hospital early so that he could be prepped for surgery. Once Tono was settled in his room, Brie left to check on Faelan.

She noticed he had a grimace on his face when she entered the room, but it disappeared as soon as he turned towards her. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”

At the mention of the word cat, she laughed softly. “Did you hear what happened last night?”

“Yes. Lea called to wish me luck and filled me in.”

Brie shook her head, thinking back on the night’s events. “It was nuts, Todd.”

“Sounds like it.”

She took his hand, gazing into those ocean-blue eyes, and saw a look of foreboding in them. “How are you doing this morning?”

“I don’t want to do this, Brie. I’m only consenting for the sake of others, not myself.”

She lifted his hand to her cheek and admitted, “I don’t care what your motivation is as long as you go through with the surgery.”

“How is Nosaka doing?”

“He’s at peace. There’s no doubt he wants to do this.”

Faelan broke eye contact and looked out of the window. “He’s a brave man.”

“Yes, he is. I think his courage comes from knowing this will save your life.”

He looked at her again. “I don’t like being on the receiving end.”

She kissed his hand and laid it back on the bed. “I know.”

“If anything happens…”

Brie shook her head. “Don’t.”

He ignored her plea. “If anything happens, let Mary know she was my last thought.”

Brie looked at the ceiling to hold back the tears. Once she had them under control, she looked him in the eye again. “I promise to tell her if needed,
but
I won’t have to. The surgery is going to be a success.”

“And one more thing.”

“What else?”

“Thank you.”

Brie smiled. “I’ll have you know there’ll be a piece of chocolate waiting for you when you wake up.”

“I’d prefer to wake up to heavy bass.”

She winked, giggling. “I’m sure that can be arranged as well…”

Faelan’s parents entered the room, so Brie took her leave, hugging them both on her way out. She could see the excitement and hope radiating in his mother’s eyes.

“This is really happening,” Mrs. Wallace exclaimed.

“Yes, it is!” Brie answered, matching the woman’s enthusiasm.

“We can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.”

“Ren Nosaka is the hero here.”

Mr. Wallace spoke up. “We just finished visiting with him, Miss Bennett. What a remarkable young man.”

“I wholeheartedly agree,” she said. “I’m headed back to him now.”

As she was leaving, Faelan called out, “Brie.” She turned and smiled at him. “Don’t forget what I said.”

She knew what he was referring to, but refused to consider that he might not survive the surgery, and answered, “Heavy bass. You’ve got it!”

Brie returned to Tono and found him surrounded by jars of preserves. “Wow, Todd’s mother sure has been busy.”

Tono chuckled as he looked them over. “It’s a virtual fortress of fruit.”

She picked a jar up, examining the homemade label crafted with care and smiled. “This appears to be a fortress of fruit protection made with love.”

“I like that sentiment.”

“His parents are so excited, Tono. I don’t think they believed this day would ever come.”

“How is the Boy?”

“Struggling, but still going through with it.” Brie put the jar down and walked over to him. The reality of what was about to happen hit her full force.

“How are you, Brie?”

“Good.”

He laughed softly. “Why do you bother lying to me?”

Brie shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

“It’s okay. You can voice it out loud.”

“I’m still afraid for you.”

Tono stared at her for a moment, then motioned Brie to him. “Listen to my heart.” Brie pulled down the railing and rested her head lightly on his chest. His slow, steady heartbeat resonated in his chest, declaring his vitality and strength. The sound of it soothed her growing fears.