Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4) (14 page)

“I promise, Sir. But please, I feel the need to be punished.”

“Then your punishment shall be that unfulfilled need.”

She whimpered. Brie had never thought in a million years that not being punished could hurt so much.

“Remember this lesson so that we do not have to revisit it again.”

After she’d hung up the phone, she let out a painful sigh. This precarious dance of trying to navigate his tragic past and her foolish missteps made their relationship difficult and hurtful. Brie could only hope that their love would be enough.

Dangerous Liaisons

B
rie knew she could not put off her meeting with Mary any longer. She’d asked Lea to feel out Blonde Nemesis’ mental state before she made her first attempt at contact. Lea reported that Mary was willing to get together if it was at a club, not at the Training Center and
not
at Sir’s apartment. Brie wondered at the strange request, but remembered Sir’s advice to meet Mary on her terms. Before she committed, she called Sir to make sure he approved.

“No, you may not go to The Haven.”

Brie was hurt at Sir’s lack of trust. “Sir, I don’t plan to scene. I will just talk with Mary and Lea and leave afterwards.”

He laughed, a response that surprised her. “I am not concerned about you scening, Brie. However, you should know that Mr. Wallace has been given permission to return to the club. I’ve been informed he is there every night. It would not be appropriate for you to go, especially alone.”

Brie wanted to avoid Faelan and all the chaos he would cause if they were to meet. “Understood, Sir.”

“There are several clubs that will do, but they are on the outskirts of the city. See if Mary is open to meeting at one of them instead.”

Sir could not know how much his trust in her meant. “Thank you, Sir! I will happily make that suggestion.”

“Good luck, Brie. Call me after your meeting.”

It turned out that Mary was open to visiting another club, and suggested one that had just reopened. She’d heard it was more edgy than The Haven and wanted to check it out. Neither Lea nor Brie had heard of it, but it was in a central location for them all. Brie picked up Lea in Sir’s Lotus. The look on Lea’s face when Brie pulled up was priceless.

“Oh my, Brie! Does Sir know you’re driving this?”

“Of course. He told me to take his car whenever I want. I’m hoping to impress Mary. Maybe if I let her take a spin she will sign my consent form.”

“Do I get to drive it if I sign?” Lea asked.

“Umm…I’ll have to ask Sir.”

“What?! You trust Mary to drive this hot little sports car more than me?”

“You forget I’ve seen your poor vehicle. I know the kind of driver you are. How many dents does it have? Fifty?”

“Brie, you’re a cruel friend. I’m going to seriously reconsider this whole documentary thing.”

“What? And miss out on telling the world your lame jokes as you shake your big boobs? It’s an idle threat, girlfriend.”

Lea’s eyes lit up. “That reminds me, I have a new one.”

Brie groaned as she punched the gas pedal and sent both of them slamming into the seats.
Oh, the power of Sir’s car!

“How do you know you have a cheap Dom?”

Brie rolled her eyes. “Just hit me with it.”

“He asks you to take off your collar to walk the dog.”

Brie actually laughed out loud. “Okay, that was good. You can use that in the interview.”

Lea clapped her hands. “I have a good feeling, Brie. I think tonight is going to exceed your wildest dreams.”

She sighed nervously. “I hope so. I’ve never wanted anything as much as this. Well, let me amend that. I have never wanted anything except Sir more than this.”

Lea bumped her shoulder and giggled. “Get thee to The Kinky Goat, woman!”

When they arrived a half-hour later and parked, both girls looked at each other and laughed. “This can’t be it,” Brie stated.

“It says Kinky Goat,” Lea replied, pointing to an old, neon sign.

The club was in a rundown section of town and had the vibe of a biker bar. “Is it safe?” Brie asked, reluctant to leave Sir’s car unattended.

Lea jumped out of the car. “Where’s your adventure, Brie? You’ve become an old married woman since getting collared. Live a little!”

Brie locked the car and set the alarm. She sincerely hoped she wouldn’t regret this…

When they entered the establishment, several of the patrons turned to stare at them. Brie suddenly felt like fresh meat on display and wanted to turn around, but Mary was waving at them from the bar.

“Come on, stick-in-the mud,” Lea joked, dragging her over to Mary.

Brie sat down unenthusiastically. She stared at Mary, and Mary stared at her—neither willing to make the first move.

“I have a great joke,” Lea started.

Mary broke the silence to avoid it. “How have you been, Stinky Cheese?”

Brie answered half-heartedly, “Good, and you?”

“Could be better. Could be a hell of a lot better.”

Brie didn’t want to pussyfoot around the elephant in the room. “Why did you do it? Why did you let me think you fucked Faelan at the graduation ceremony? Why on earth would you do that to a friend?”

“It’s always about you, isn’t it, Brie? Did it ever occur to you that I had feelings for Faelan?”

“What? Like you did for every guy I showed an interest in?”

“See! There you go again. You think I liked those men because you did? Hell, no! You and I have the same tastes, but for some damn reason they always go for you,” Mary spat out angrily, then took a drink of her rum and Coke.

“Are you seriously telling me that you love Faelan?”

“Love is too strong a word, and something you throw around like candy. I want him on a level I have never wanted another man. You’d probably call that love, but that would be stupid.”

Brie snorted. “Oh, yeah. Call me stupid, but at least I’m honest about my feelings. You just push everyone away.”

Mary waved her hand and ordered a round of drinks for the three of them. “You are such a bitch, Brie. You think you’re all goodness and light, but you are a bitch underneath. Guys are idiots and fall for bitches like you all the time.”

Lea spoke up. “Look, Mary, don’t take out your frustrations on Brie. She cares for people and that’s something you wish had, even if you hate her for it.”

Mary stood up and looked like she was going to throw her drink in Lea’s face, but Brie put her hand firmly on Mary’s wrist.

“Maybe I
am
a bitch, because you’re right—you and I are a lot alike, and you are the biggest bitch I know.”

Mary looked at her in shock and then started laughing. Brie joined in and soon all three girls filled the bar with their laughter.

A sleazy wannabe Dom eased up to them. “You do realize laughing is not allowed. Sit down and shut your mouths and I may treat you to my whip.”

His uncouth approach was comical. Brie looked at Lea and then Mary. The three burst out in giggles, embarrassing the ‘Dom’ enough that he left.

“Oh, my God, I’ve missed this!” Lea stated.

Mary sat down and sipped her drink before admitting, “Me too.”

Brie grinned at the two girls. “I’ve felt lost without my other Musketeers.” She gave Mary a humorous snarl. “I just couldn’t get past you betraying me like that.”

“I was honest for the first time in my life and look what happened. The guy tossed me away like garbage and my friends turned on me.”

Brie suddenly felt the weight of her rejection and grabbed Mary’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “You’re right. I sucked as a friend because I never considered you were telling the truth. Well…that’s not quite true. When I went to present my collar I saw the look on your face. It helped me to have the courage to present it to Sir instead.”

“You should be bowing at my feet thanking me,” Mary answered.

Brie took a sip of her drink as a peace offering, even though she didn’t care for rum and Coke. “Yeah, that’ll happen…”

Lea held up her drink. “Here’s to the Three Musketeers reuniting!” The three clinked glasses. Brie noticed the sleazy wannabe Dom raised his glass too. It was pathetic, so she turned her back on him.

“Lea said something about the documentary,” Mary started. “Don’t you dare tell me you need me to spill my guts on film.”

Brie took a gulp of the drink for liquid courage and smiled, throwing all caution to the wind. “That’s exactly what I need. I showed the piece to a big-time producer and you know what he had the nerve to tell me? And I quote: ‘You don’t have a film unless you get Mary’s story’.”

Mary smiled. “Hah!”

“I’m completely serious.”

Mary got a superior look on her face. “So the great Brie Bennett came here tonight with her tail tucked between her legs to beg for my story.”

Brie replied dryly, “There will be no begging, bitch.”

Mary bristled at her tone and was about to let Brie have it when Lea stepped in. “Hey, Virginal Mary, I thought this was a club but all I see is the lame-o bar.”

Mary turned to her. “You’re an idiot, Lea. The action takes place in the back.” She pointed to the double doors across the room. “I’m told all kinds of fun happens behind those doors.”

“Yeah, like it could even compare to The Haven,” Brie retorted.

Lea rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Why don’t we check it out and see for ourselves?”

Brie knew Lea was attempting to defuse Mary’s anger, so she went along with it. “Why not?”

Mary looked at her scornfully. “I’m shocked the collared Brie would consent to having fun. Won’t your Master get mad and punish you?”

“I’m not going to scene, you ignoramus. I’m just curious.”

“Well, hell, so am I!” Lea answered, getting up. “Let’s go…”

Brie followed the other two into the Play Arena. She was shocked at how rundown and grimy the place was. She looked around, not impressed by the old equipment. Everything about it felt icky and slimy.

She glanced over at a girl bent over a table. The blindfolded sub had a ball gag in her mouth and was dripping saliva profusely. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her legs were spread and bound so that her pussy was splayed out for all to see. Written on her ass were the words, ‘Fuck Doll’.

Brie looked away when a random guy dropped his pants and warned the girl that he played rough and was going to make it hurt.

She quickly moved on to another scene with a Domme and two subs. The male sub was dressed in a black leather hood and matching collar. His cock was restrained by a painful-looking metal gadget that fastened around both his balls and the head of his cock, making the shaft bend in an unnatural manner. He was standing over the female sub, who was lying on a rickety bench. She was licking his balls enthusiastically while the Domme fucked her with a lengthy black dildo strapped on at the hips. The Domme’s strokes were long and ruthless.

“Now, thumperboy, you better not get any harder or it’s going to hurt.” She slapped the female. “Suckle those balls, slut. Make it hard for him.” She laughed wickedly as she spread the girl’s outer lips and thrust even deeper.

Somewhere in the back, Brie could hear a girl whimpering as a whip cracked repeatedly. “Shut your piehole, cunt, or I’ll make it really hurt.”