Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4) (16 page)

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.”

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.