Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (45 page)

“Well, now you’ll have that opportunity.” He pulled her against him and inhaled. “I miss the smell of you when we’re apart. I find the fragrance of Brie intoxicating.” She giggled as he began sniffing her body, but those giggles quickly quieted when he moved between her legs and his tongue made contact with her sensitive clit. “I think this Brie needs to be consumed.”

“Oh, Sir…”

Broken

F
aelan sought Brie out the next afternoon. “Have you seen Mary?”

“She left after lunch. Didn’t tell me where she was headed, though.” Brie could feel his anxiety, but was unsure of the cause. “What? Is something wrong?”

“I suspect she’s with Razor right now.”

Brie had noticed Mary’s unnatural attraction to the fierce Dom. It wasn’t a sexual attraction, but something darker and more insidious. “I’ll help you look for her.”

After searching the main building and barn, they headed out towards the woods. When they heard Mary’s screams, they sprinted in the direction of her cries and found her bound to a tree. Razor was slapping her face with such force that it was already leaving bruises.

“Stop!” Faelan demanded.

Razor looked at him with surprise, but stepped away, growling, “I’m only giving the lady what she wants.”

“I understand. It’s not you I have an issue with.” Faelan said, ignoring Razor as he approached Mary. She was slow to respond, the endorphins having kicked in from their violent play, but she turned her head to face Faelan with a look of defiance.

“Why are you going down this path again?” he asked, sympathy coloring the anger in his voice.

Mary frowned, and replied with disdain, “Fuck you, Faelan.”

“I won’t do this again. You were free of your father’s influence; why are you choosing to return by playing out your past now?”

Her lip trembled for a moment, but she shook it off and lashed out angrily. “You don’t know what I want or need!”

Faelan began untying her from the tree. “You are like an addict, incapable of staying away from the one thing that will destroy you.”

“Don’t be so overdramatic, asshole. And stop treating me like a child.”

As soon as she was free, he pushed her up against the tree. “I told you
never
to do this again and yet you defy me?”

Her answer dripped with insolence. “Yes.”

“I can’t—I won’t do this anymore with you.” He let go of her. “You have a choice, Mary. You can stop pursuing your past or drown in it.”

She shot daggers of hate in her gaze as she raised her chin defiantly to him.

“Fine.” Faelan backed away from her slowly, with a look of resignation and overwhelming sadness in his eyes. “Goodbye, Mary.”

The words sounded so final that it frightened Brie. “Don’t do this. You’re both upset. Why don’t you discuss this when you’ve had time to calm down?”

Faelan looked at Brie, his blue eyes communicating his resolve. “She made her choice the moment she sought Razor out for this scene. There is nothing more to say.”

He walked away, not looking back when Mary called out to him. When he didn’t respond, she turned to Brie and rolled her eyes. “Such a fucking drama queen…”

“Go after him,” Brie implored.

“He’ll be back.”

“No, Mary. He won’t.”

Mary gave an insolent laugh. “Oh, he’ll be back. The poor boy can’t get enough of me.”

Razor chuckled as he grabbed her roughly by the throat. “Then let’s finish what we started, slut.” He spat in her face as he slammed her against the tree.

“Hit me again.”

Brie turned away. It was heartbreaking that Mary was encouraging her own destruction. She watched in desperation as Faelan disappeared into the woods.

“Damn it, Mary. If you don’t go after him right now, you’ll lose him.”

When Blonde Nemesis acted as though she hadn’t heard, Brie started after Faelan, shouting behind her, “You’re a fucking fool, Mary!”

“And you’re a stupid bitch!”

Brie could not catch up, and lost Faelan long before she made it back to the lodge. She saw Sir talking to a group of Dominants and ran to him, panting for breath.

Sir excused himself and led Brie to a private spot, obviously concerned for her. “What’s wrong, Brie?”

“Todd’s run off. Mary defied him and he says he’s done with her.” Tears started to fall when she confessed, “She needs him, Sir.”

Instead of becoming concerned, Sir pulled Brie into his arms. “I was afraid it would end this way.”

She looked up at him in disbelief. “Why would you say that?”

“Wallace spoke to me about Mary’s attraction to the newest Dom. Unfortunately, the man bears a striking resemblance to her father.”

Brie suddenly felt nauseated. “Oh no…”

“Wallace is doing the right thing. Her defiance of his direct command cemented her fate.”

“But they love each other,” she insisted.

“Wallace has done what he can to ensure her well-being. Now he must concentrate on himself.”

Brie felt a prickling on the back of her neck. “Sir, is there something wrong with Todd?”

The seriousness of Sir’s expression confirmed her fears. “It’s not for me to say. If Wallace wanted you to know, he would have shared it with you.”

Brie’s heart beat wildly, a feeling of panic setting in. “He can’t leave Mary now. She has no idea, Sir. I’m sure of it.”

“He didn’t want to burden her, and ultimately it
is
his choice.”

“But she would never let him go if she knew. It’s not fair to her. I have to tell him!”

“I don’t believe it would do any good.”

The desperation she felt was overwhelming, and she begged, “Please, Sir.”

He took pity on her, and told Brie, “Wallace went downstairs to pack. You may speak to him if he is still there.”

She raced into the lodge and burst through the door to see Faelan closing his suitcase.

“There’s nothing to be said, Brie,” he barked.

“Whatever is wrong with you, Mary deserves to know.”

His eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“I suspected something was wrong, and Sir just confirmed it but wouldn’t tell me what.”

He chuckled angrily. “Leave it to
you
to notice, when Mary didn’t.”

“She would never let you go if she knew, Todd.”

“It makes no difference and wouldn’t have changed what happened today.”

“Trust me, if Mary knew—”

“This is something I have to face alone. She doesn’t need to know and neither do you.” He looked at Brie sternly. “I don’t want Mary to know anything about it.”

“But—”

“Do not defy me in this.”

His tone took her certainty down a notch or two. Faelan was right. This was his life, his decision. It wasn’t her place to intervene. “Fine, Todd. I won’t.”

“At this moment, Mary is basking in the belief that she has one-upped me, but once she realizes what she’s done, she’s going to fall hard.” He looked at Brie with compassion. “If she reaches out to you, promise me you’ll support her.”

“But I’m so pissed with her now!”

“Feel free to hit her between the eyes with how you feel, the same way she would you, but be there for her nonetheless. I’m afraid she has chosen a path she won’t recover from.”

The look of loss on Faelan’s face undid Brie. She walked over to him and placed her hand over his heart. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at her with ocean-blue eyes haunted by deep sorrow. “I don’t understand why I was spared on the day of the crash, because nothing I’ve done since has amounted to anything.”

“No, that’s not true,” Brie protested. “I’m grateful to know you, and Mary is a better person because of you. Don’t doubt that—never doubt that.”

He shrugged. “Just be there for her, Brie. You’re the only real friend she has.”

“Of course. Can I at least ask where you’re headed?”

He smiled sadly, shaking his head. “No, that’s just between me and the powers above.” He slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and grabbed the suitcase. “See you, blossom.”

Tears blurred her vision as she watched him go, the lump in her throat making it impossible to speak.

But in her head she was crying,
Don’t leave!

Skeletons

M
ary avoided Brie like the plague the last few days of her stay, choosing to bunk with another couple in a room at the other end of the lodge. Whenever an accidental meeting occurred, she treated Brie as if she didn’t exist, although she acknowledged Sir.

“You are being very patient with her,” Sir complimented Brie.

“I understand Mary. Despite her bravado, she knows she messed up—and bad. She just isn’t ready to admit it yet, especially to me.”

On the last day, however, Mary sought her out while Brie was taking in the mountain scenery from the bridge; the same bridge where Faelan had met with Brie on the first day.

“So you’re headed back into the vanilla world, huh?”

“Yes, but I’m going to miss this place.”

“Yeah, you’re going to wish you could come back here, I bet.”

Brie smiled, glad they were talking. “I’m sure I will.”

Mary shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It took her several minutes before she built up enough courage to say, “If you see Faelan, tell him I’m sorry.”

“I will.” Brie didn’t have the heart to tell Mary that she had no way to pass on the message.

Mary looked broken when she confessed, “I don’t think he’s coming back.”

Brie felt tears prick her eyes. “No, I don’t think he will.”

Mary glanced around and stated, “Here I am, living the dream, and it doesn’t mean a damn thing without him.”

“Brie,” Sir said, walking up to them, “Gannon wants to speak to us before we leave.”

“Certainly, Sir.” She reached out to hug Mary and clasped her hand instead when the girl tried to pull away. “Look, I’m here for you. You can call if you need to talk, even though you’ll have to head into Whitefish to do it.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Brie took the arm Sir offered and they headed towards Gannon’s office. Mary called out to her, “You’d better accept the charges if I call, Stinky Cheese.”

Brie turned around and laughed. “I make no promises, Mary Quite Contrary.”

Master Gannon had an unexpected surprise for them when they reached his office. Brie had assumed he wanted to go over last-minute issues concerning the footage she’d shot. Instead, he handed Sir a large envelope. “It just arrived.”