Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4) (2 page)

He tilted his head slightly. “Even with your own parents?”

She sighed, hated the thought of it. “Yes, Sir. I am willing to face anyone who does not understand.”

He stood up and walked to the expansive window overlooking the city.

She stayed where she was, very aware that he had not answered her question—not directly—so she quietly asked it one more time. “Sir, did you like it?”

He held out his hand. She instantly got up and approached him, then knelt at his feet. He put his hand on the top of her head. “I admire this piece of work you have created. However, I cannot say ‘like’ is a word I would use. I can foresee that this will subject you and the other two girls to unnecessary strife.” He helped her onto her feet. “That being said, considering how much time you’ve had to edit it, I find it an exceptional piece of work.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Sir. It means so much to me to hear you say that.”

He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “No matter how this affects our lives, I am proud to stand with you in this moment.”

I love this man!

Brie tip-toed up to kiss him. “I’m truly honored, Sir.”

He grasped the back of her neck and kissed her deeply. “I believe we both need to connect on a more intimate level.”

Brie’s heart leapt with joy. “I’ve missed your touch these last few days, Master.”

“As have I. Undress and kneel by the Tantra chair while I select a new tool for you.”

She felt weak inside as she removed her clothes and folded them neatly by her feet. Brie walked over to the lounger and knelt beside it, waiting for his return. In mere seconds, she’d gone from a tired filmmaker to a willing submissive. It was a glorious transition.

Sir was naked when he walked back into the room, his strides confident and lithe like those of a predator. He held only a spreader bar, but this was different from the previous one he had used on her. This bar had
four
cuffs on it.

“Today you learn a favorite Kama Sutra position of mine, téa.”

“It is my pleasure to do so, Master.”

“It is challenging in its depth.”

Brie moaned softly, the thought of it making her loins ache with pleasure.

Sir placed the bar on the floor and asked her to stand before it. He buckled each ankle to an outer cuff, the bar forcing her legs apart. Then he commanded, “Give me your left wrist.”

Brie bent down and Sir secured her wrist to the middle of the bar. He took her right wrist and did the same, leaving Brie standing with her legs straight, her head between her knees and her ass in the air.

He stood up and moved behind her to admire the view. “Your ass is a piece of art, woman.”

Sir rubbed his hands over her buttocks and down her back. Brie glanced at the window to stare at her reflection. It was a defenseless pose, leaving her completely open to Master’s whims.

“I see your pussy is swollen with desire, téa.” He spanked her mound lightly, sending bursts of sensual electricity to her core. Her nipples hardened in response. He slapped it again with a little more enthusiasm, making her whimper with pleasure.

“Your pussy has missed its Master.”

“Yes, Master. It’s desperate for you.”

He caressed her ass again, squeezing and releasing the flesh, randomly patting her mound when the urge struck. Brie struggled to keep her balance as he played with her.

Sir ran his finger over her wet slit and commented, “You appear ready.” Instead of plowing into her, he walked into the kitchen. She heard him take down a glass and make himself a martini.

He knew exactly how to play her mind and body. Waiting for his attention in this suggestive pose was extremely affective. She glanced at the window again and smiled.

Sir walked back in several minutes later and stood beside her, sipping his martini. “The position is called the Second Posture, but I modify it slightly for the added benefit the chair provides. It requires flexibility and arousal to accomplish. Are you aroused, téa?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Remember this position, as I plan to use it often.” Sir put down his drink before he slipped his arm under her stomach. Brie squealed when he lifted her off the ground. She felt like a sexy sack of potatoes, completely at the mercy of the man who carried her.

He deftly laid her on her back, the Tantra chair cradling her body with its gentle curvature.

Brie relaxed in the chair, but Sir instructed, “Legs straight up.”

Brie obeyed and watched in excitement as Sir straddled the chair and sat facing her, his cock resting on her bare mound. He grabbed the bar and pushed her legs towards her head, lifting her buttocks off the chair and her pussy at an inviting angle to receive his manhood.

Sir smiled as he slid his shaft into her and pressed his torso against her legs, still holding onto the bar with one hand. Brie let out a gasp as he thrust deeper, the angle of the chair and his position demanding that she relax in a major way.

He rolled his hips slowly, allowing her body to appreciate every inch of his shaft as he slid in and out. It was a challenge to take him this way, but with her legs straight the position was particularly stimulating to her G-spot. He gazed down at her and whispered huskily, “This is just the beginning.”

Sir pressed harder against the bar, forcing her legs farther back, nearer to her head. She commanded her muscles to loosen and accept the awkward position as Sir gained deeper access.

“It becomes less about the thrusting and more about the depth as you relax, téa,” he said huskily. Brie had been concentrating on relaxing her muscles and had failed to notice the look of ecstasy on her Master’s face until now.

She smiled up at him, encouraging him to push the bar farther. With his patience and her willingness, he eventually pushed her legs all the way back until her feet and wrists were next to her head. Sir stopped thrusting and held onto the bar with both hands, looking down at her with a mixture of love and passion.

He pulled out and then slowly pressed his cock back in, letting her body embrace his fullness to the very base of his manhood. Then he began rocking back and forth—the head of his hard shaft in constant contact with her G-spot, rubbing it heatedly. “My cock cherishes you as much as I do, téa.”

She nodded, unable to speak due to the demanding position.

“Let it love you to release.”

Her eyes focused solely on his as she felt the tingles and chills caused by the deep stimulation. Her nipples almost hurt, they had constricted so tightly, while tiny goosebumps rose on her skin. She was a captive of his love in every sense of the word as the buildup reached its crescendo and she gave in to the feeling. Her pussy caressed his cock in rhythmic adulation.

Sir stared down at her. “I love you,” he said as his cock joined in the dance, releasing his seed deep inside her.

Hearts and bodies connected as one…

Sir gently pulled away, easing her legs down and unbuckling her from the spreader bar. He let it drop to the floor and gathered her in his arms, pressing her head against his shoulder. The gesture was so tender, so moving that Brie began to cry. He seemed to understand and did not question her or ask her to stop.

“Forever,” she whispered.

His Pride

R
ytsar was an influential man in Moscow, and was able to secure Brie and Sir a flight back to the States. On the drive to the airport, he complained, “I do not like this sudden leaving,
moy droog
. Nor the secrecy behind it.”

Sir smirked. “Sorry, I was instructed not to divulge any information. You will know it as soon as Brie has permission to share.”

Rytsar looked at her, defiance flashing in his eyes. “I had better be the first you inform,
radost moya.
”

She opened her mouth, ready to assure him that he would be, but Sir interrupted. “Make no promises.”

Brie suddenly became worried.
How serious is this secret?

Rytsar frowned at Sir, sounding deeply offended. “I deserve to know.”

Sir placed his hand on the Russian’s shoulder. “There is no need to get your feathers ruffled, my friend. I simply think Brie will want to share it with others first. Rest assured, you will be told in a timely manner.”

He growled in dissatisfaction. “I do not care to be left in the dark.”

“It seems fitting you should suffer after your airport shenanigans. To abuse my sub in such a manner when she’d barely stepped onto Russian soil…”

“She handled herself fine,
moy droog
. You were the one who had me in stitches,” said Rytsar, laughing.

Sir shrugged off the laughter at his expense. “Insulting me won’t help your cause. Brie is capable of putting you farther down the list of people to call.”

The Russian gave Brie a domineering look and barked, “Don’t.”

She struggled not to smile. It was humorous that the secret Sir was keeping was bothering Rytsar almost as much as it was bothering her.

Once they were safely on the plane, a private business jet with only a few prominent Russians on board, Sir shared the remarkable news. “Mr. Holloway has run into an unforeseen snag in his latest project. They are on a forced hiatus while it is being ironed out. His insistence on confidentiality is to prevent already gun-shy investors from backing out of his project before he has a chance to remedy the situation.”

Brie stared at Sir, not really hearing anything after he mentioned the name ‘Holloway’. Her heart began racing.
This is my big break!

Sir continued, “He only has a few days, but said your documentary has been on his mind. He wants to see it in three days’ time.”

That was when reality hit. “Three days, Sir?”

“Yes. That’s why I cut the trip short. You will basically have forty-eight hours, by the time we make it back to LA, to finish editing your documentary.”

“It’s not enough time,” she protested.

“It
is
enough time,” he corrected, “since it is all the time you’ve been given.”

She bit back the feeling of panic and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I will make it work.”

He covered her with a blanket. “Go to sleep, Brie,” Sir commanded. “This will be the only chance you have for the next three days.”

Obeying him was nearly impossible, but she forced herself to count sheep and then gave up on that, concentrating on Sir’s breathing instead. It eased her into slumber—the reassuring force of his presence.

She had to fight back the thought that kept invading her head:
This is the beginning…

Brie spent the next two days hunched over her computer, drinking coffee and eating apples at Sir’s insistence—his idea of a more healthy energy booster. He took it upon himself to cook and care for her so that she could focus solely on editing the film.

Brie lived and breathed her documentary, from her first night at the Submissive Training Center to the last, when she, Lea and Mary had contemplated what the future held for them. She was obsessed with the last part of her footage, where both Lea and Mary had questioned her choice to be collared. At the time, she had only been considering Tono and Faelan, with no idea how the night would end up playing out.