Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (46 page)

Sir took it from him and looked at the address of the sender. He glanced at Brie. “It’s from my lawyer.”

Brie held her breath, afraid she already knew what it said. Sir tore open the envelope and read through the first letter with a questioning look. He shook his head and handed it to her while he read the second.

She looked it over with a growing sense of dread.

Dear Mr. Davis,

I didn’t want to bring this issue to your attention until I was certain it was a legitimate concern. I received this letter a week ago and requested she submit a genetic test to verify her claim. Normally, that is enough to deter scam artists, but she has agreed to the test.

I await further instructions at your earliest convenience.

Harold Thompson, Attorney at Law

Brie looked up and saw Sir with an expression of disbelief on his face. He read the letter again before handing it to her. Brie didn’t want to take it, based on the look he gave her. She was sure it could only mean one thing—he was a father.

Brie noted that the woman’s penmanship was as exquisite as Sir’s.

Dear Thane Davis,

It is with a racing heart that I pen this letter to you. I have lived my life believing I was an only child. My mother, Ruth Elizabeth Meyers, never spoke of you, never once mentioned her life before my father, Jake Robert Meyers.

I can hardly think straight, and apologize if this letter makes no sense. I only just learned that my mother lies dying in a hospital in China. Even worse, I have been told that you may be seeking to end her life.

I beg you to spare her. Whatever your relationship was with my mother, you should know that she has always been good to me. I love her with all my heart, and cannot bear to lose her.

I hope you will agree to meet with me. Hopefully, we can come to a mutual decision concerning her future care and unravel the secrets she’s kept hidden from us both.

I have no idea why she kept her past from me, but now that I know you exist, I feel desperate to meet you.

With earnest sincerity,

Lilly Meyers

Brie was stunned, and handed the letter back to him listlessly. He took it and read through it a third time.

Sir has a sister…

Why did that fill her with such foreboding?

Sir kept his cool, shaking Master Gannon’s hand. “Thank you, Gannon. We have both enjoyed our stay here. You’ve created an environment for true community and sexual freedom that I didn’t think possible. I’m impressed.”

“I believe it should be the norm, not the exception.” Master Gannon stated. He turned to Brie and shook her hand. “I hope the exposure you bring to my vision will incite change.”

“That is my hope as well, Gannon. I will do my very best.”

“I expect no less.”

When they left Master Gannon’s office, Rajah was there to meet them. Brie looked down when she felt the black cat rub against her leg. She smiled and picked him up, scratching under his chin.

Rajah looked at her strangely.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, squeezing the cat against her.

“Shadow doesn’t come to anyone but Master Gannon.”

Brie smiled as she continued to pet the cat. “Really? He’s been my friend during the entire stay here.”

Rajah raised his eyebrow. “Master Gannon will find that fascinating.”

Brie tried to hand the cat to him, but Shadow jumped out of her arms and ran out of the door. She giggled and shrugged. “Cats…”

“Pussies continue to remain a mystery to me,” Rajah replied with a poker face as he handed Brie her car keys and cell phone. He then addressed Sir. “I’ve put your luggage in the trunk as well, Sir Davis. You are free to leave.”

Brie asked Sir, “Didn’t you drive here?”

“No, my dear. I flew in by private plane and landed a few miles from the commune on the morning of the dungeon event. Gannon picked me up personally. You had no idea that I was speaking to you from inside the main building when you called from Gannon’s office?”

Brie shook her head. “A man of many surprises.”

He looked at the papers in his hand. “Some I’m not even aware of.”

Once they were on the road and could talk privately, Brie asked, “Do you think there’s a possibility the woman’s telling the truth, Sir?”

He glanced at her, shaking his head. “Frankly, I was expecting a false paternity suit.”

Brie didn’t want to admit she’d immediately assumed he was a father. She felt guilty now, knowing it showed a lack of trust in his honor that Sir did not deserve.

He continued, “Having a sibling was never a consideration. I will not give it another thought unless the test results confirm her claim.”

“Do you want to head back to LA, then?”

“Brie, there is no need to concern ourselves about this when all we have to go on is a simple letter. The world is full of unscrupulous people. No, we move forward with our lives as if nothing has happened.”

“As you wish.”

“I’ve been looking forward to seeing Durov again, and we have yet to make use of the birthday present he gave you,” he said, taking her hand and putting it to his lips. “Which is long overdue, babygirl.”

The Parents

O
nce they were in the air, Sir explained that he had a short detour planned for them. Brie was elated, thinking that not only was she getting a trip to Russia, but an additional surprise as well. Those happy feelings died when she started noticing the familiar landscape of Nebraska outside the airplane window.

“We’re visiting my parents, aren’t we?”

“Yes. Although we’ve spoken to them about the wedding date, your parents deserve to be part of the planning process. It’s tradition, is it not?”

“Yes, but normally the bride knows
where
she’s getting married.”

Sir smiled charmingly. “Nothing about us is normal, babygirl.”

“You aren’t planning on telling them the location, are you?”

“Naturally.”

“How is that fair?”

“This is not about being fair, Brie.” He kissed her hand, grinning with a mischievous glint in his eye. “It’s about planning an event that will enchant you.”

“But I hate surprises.”

“No, you don’t,” he corrected. “You hate having to wait.”

A young boy peeked his head over the seat and stared at them.

Sir continued, “As I am a responsible Ma—” he looked at the child and amended his next word, “…man, I must provide you with lessons in patience.”

“You try my patience, Sir,” Brie replied, pouting.

He chuckled, nodding to the child who was staring at him so intently. “I must continually provide her with lessons because she’s such a stubborn pupil.”

The little boy’s eyes grew wide at actually being acknowledged by Sir, and he quickly popped back down in his seat.

Brie grinned. It was heartwarming to see her Master interacting with a child.

Sir turned to Brie. “I firmly believe in the saying ‘Spare the rod, spoil the child’.” He kissed her on the lips and whispered huskily, “But it may be because I enjoy using my rod on you—repeatedly.” Her stomach fluttered at his words.

She could only giggle when the little boy popped his head up again.

As they pulled up to her parents’ home, Brie’s stomach trembled for a different reason. “This should be a good visit, right?”

Sir held out his hand and helped Brie out of the car. “I’m unsure. Although your parents have accepted your choice of husband, I don’t get the impression they’re happy about it.”

“Then, Sir, may I ask why you keep putting us through this?”

“I believe in showing people the respect owed them. Your parents did a fine job raising you and deserve to be a part of your life now. Just because they dislike me, should not preclude them from seeing you.”

“But it hurts my heart when they’re rude to you,” she said, stepping reluctantly onto the porch.

“I’m quite capable of handling their displeasure, Brie. Don’t let that be a concern. I trust the bonds we create now will eventually mend the rift between us.”

Brie shook her head. “If my parents understood how wonderful you truly are, they would greet you with open arms and a bottle of champagne.”

“Possibly,” he said with a smirk as he rang the doorbell.

Brie’s mother opened the door, smiling shyly at Sir. “Please, won’t you come in?”

“Mom!” Brie cried, stepping inside to hug her.

She felt her mother’s muscles relax in her arms as they embraced. After a couple of seconds, Brie relaxed as well—it felt good to be in her mother’s arms again.

“It seems like ages since we’ve seen you, Brie,” her mother complained lightly as she took Sir’s jacket and Brie’s purse. She nodded them towards the living room. “Please make yourselves comfortable.”

Brie was embarrassed to see her father sitting in his chair, purposely choosing not to stand up to greet them. Her father’s slight did not deter Sir. He walked straight over to the man and held out his hand. “Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Bennett.”

Her father could not take Sir’s intense stare and stood up, shaking his hand. “Forgive me if I seem less than excited to see you, Mr. Davis. My experience has been that your visits only herald bad news.”

“Wait,” Brie piped up. “The first time I came I introduced my new boyfriend to you, and the second time I told you about my documentary.”

“Exactly. If you look at it from our perspective, neither was exactly good news—now, was it?”

Brie stepped back, deeply hurt by his answer, but her mother put her arms around Brie’s shoulders. “Your father is mistaken. Meeting Thane was certainly a shock, but we are both pleased to see you so happy. As for the documentary, although it was followed by much unpleasantness, we are proud of your accomplishment.”

Her father looked as if he was about to say something, but wisely changed his mind and sat back down. “Pardon me if I’m not anxious to hear what you have to tell us today.”

Sir sat down and pulled Brie next to him when she sat on the couch. “As you know, we have a date set for the wedding and would like you to be a part of the planning process.”

Brie’s mother’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Sir’s smile was engaging and genuine when he told her, “Yes, Mrs. Bennett—it would mean a lot to Brie and I.”

“Oh, you can call me Mom if you want to,” her mother replied, blushing profusely.

Brie’s father cleared his throat. “I do not think I could ever get used to a man nearly my age calling me Father.”

Sir turned to him. “And yet you will.” He took Brie’s hand in his. “Family is important to us.”

“Look, I know why you’re here, Mr. Davis. You act all formal and superior, but the reality is that you came to ask us to pay for this wedding.”

Sir shook his head, amusement on his face. “As you so eloquently pointed out, I am
old
enough to finance our wedding. No, your involvement would be purely your choice—with Brie’s approval, of course. In the end, it is the bride we all seek to please.”

Brie felt heat rise to her cheeks. Hearing Sir refer to her as his bride was all kinds of romantic.