Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4) (15 page)

Overall, the place lacked the cleanliness and allure of The Haven, so Brie opted out. “I’ll meet you back at the bar. Don’t take too long, you two,” she warned.

Brie sat at the bar, feeling on edge. She took a sip of her drink and snarled. Leave it to Mary to order her a crappy drink. After several minutes, Brie started drinking it out of sheer boredom. Even though she didn’t enjoy the taste, at least it gave her something to do.

She waited impatiently, getting more agitated by the minute. That was when the sleazy wannabe Dom came over to make his move. “I see your girlfriends have decided to have a little fun. Why don’t you and I join them?”

Brie shook her head, and was surprised to feel a little lightheaded. “Look, I’m collared.” She touched the beloved collar around her neck for emphasis. “I don’t scene with anyone except my Master. It’s rude of you to even ask.”

The guy didn’t seem to care and sat down beside her. “We’re both grown adults here. What we do doesn’t have to leave this place. It’s just you and me enjoying a little time together.” He reached over and stroked her arm.

Brie pulled away, but her reflexes were unusually sluggish. “Don’t…”

He smiled. “Don’t what? Don’t flirt with the sexiest girl at the bar?”

Her limbs began to feel heavy and weak. She looked at her hands, wondering what was wrong. But then she remembered the sleaze sitting next to her and barked, “Go.”

He ignored her demand, opening his mouth to show off the stud in his tongue. “I’m going to make you come.”

Brie giggled at the ludicrous thought.

He grinned at her lustfully, taking her response as consent. “I’m going to ram your ass with a dildo while I eat your cunt.”

She let out a snorting giggle, as if she were drunk. Brie looked at her drink, but it was still half full. She couldn’t explain why she thought he was so funny.

“After you come, I’ll tie you up and make you pay for laughing at me earlier.”

She broke out in a peal of laughter as she watched the room begin to move of its own accord.

“I think you would make the perfect fuck doll, princess. Don’t you?” he said as he grabbed her arm.

Despite her confusion, Brie’s internal alarms sounded loudly and she struggled against his firm grasp. “No…”

“No means yes and yes means no,” he replied with a sly grin.

She had to think for a few seconds to answer him. “Yes.”

He grunted in triumph. “I knew you wanted it. Come with me.” He pulled her off the chair.

She struggled against him, but she could barely stand and fell into his arms. “That’s it, come with Daddy,” he encouraged, guiding her towards the double doors. “Daddy’s going to have all kinds of fun with you tonight.”

Brie no longer resisted, desperate for his support when the floor began to wobble beneath her feet.

“Let her go,” a deep voice demanded from behind her.

“Stay out of this,” the sleaze answered.

“I’m serious. I will count to three. Let her go or you will leave with a mouthful of broken teeth.”

The sleaze held onto Brie tighter. “This one’s mine.”

“One…two…”

Brie suddenly felt herself falling. Solid arms caught her and lifted her up.

“You’re safe, kitten.”

Brie focused on his hazel eyes just before everything began to spin.

She woke up feeling groggy and was surprised to find herself lying on a couch.
This isn’t Sir’s apartment!
The place had the feel of a bachelor pad, with its minimal décor and large entertainment system
.

Brie began to hyperventilate, remembering the sleaze who had been holding her just before she’d passed out. A number of scenarios went through her head, each one more terrible than the last. A sob escaped her lips.

“You’re awake.”

Brie knew that voice and turned towards it in relief. “Baron…”

He got up from his chair and walked over to her. “What the hell were you thinking, kitten?”

“How?” she asked, so woozy she was unable to form sentences.

“How did you get here? I found you being dragged off to have sex with a lowlife. What were you thinking going to a place like that?”

All she could manage was, “Lea? Mary?”

“They’re fine. I sent them home and brought you here to recover. There must have been something in your drink. Probably that bastard, but no one saw him do it and I couldn’t get him to admit to it, despite my powers of persuasion. So I decided to give him a personal warning just in case. He won’t be fucking a girl anytime soon.”

Brie shuddered, realizing how close she’d come to being raped.

“Why…you?”

“Why was I there? I heard it’d reopened and went to look after newbies who might wander into the place. That club is bad news. I never thought I would find one of our graduates there, much less three of them.”

Brie buried her head into the couch. “Sir?”

“Yes, I called him to let him know what’s happened. He’s on a plane flying back as we speak.”

Brie began to cry. Baron lifted her up off the couch and embraced her.

“You’re safe. Nothing happened.”

She sobbed, soaking Baron’s large shoulder with her tears. Finally, she choked out a weak, “Thank you.”

He held her tight. “You’re okay, kitten. Nobody hurt you.”

She gulped through her tears, “You…are…a good…man.”

His warm chuckle rumbled in his chest. “No. I simply cannot abide women being abused.”

“Baron…” she gasped, still struggling to think straight.

He crushed her in his safe embrace. “Don’t speak, kitten. Sit here while I make you something to eat.” Baron put her down and repositioned the pillow so she could sit up. He returned a short time later with a bowl of oatmeal and some hot tea.

“Drink,” he commanded, bringing the cup up to her lips.

Brie opened her mouth and the warm liquid brought its soothing relief, caressing her throat. He put the cup down and lifted a spoonful of the hot cereal to her lips.

“You’ll feel better soon.”

“Thank you,” she said. A tear fell down her cheek.

He wiped it away. “No need to cry.”

Baron gave her another spoonful. She looked around his apartment, noting several photos of a beautiful woman with dark skin, an inviting smile and a collar around her neck.

“Your submissive, Baron?” she asked, pointing to a photo.

He looked at the photo and nodded slowly. In a quiet voice he added, “We’re parted.”

Brie frowned, sad to learn that Baron was alone.

“Eat,” he insisted, letting her know it was not a topic up for discussion.

After the plate was empty and the last sip of tea had been drunk, he tucked the blanket around her and ordered her to sleep. She settled down, not thinking sleep was possible.

“Brie…”

She felt a gentle nudge and heard her name again.
Master’s voice.

Her eyes flew open and she saw Sir’s beloved face. He sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap, rocking her as if she was a child. She buried her face in his chest and cried with relief.

“Shhh, babygirl. I’m here now…”

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!”