Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (59 page)

However, her mind kept drifting back to Sir. He’d explained to her father that he enjoyed tweaking the details of her life.

Well, that man tweaked them in the most delicious ways…

Pieces

B
rie arrived at the Sanctuary with Sir just as the sun was setting. It had been a long flight from Russia, full of delays and unexpected layovers. Both were exhausted, but Brie felt her nerves hit when they drove up to the rusty gate. What would Mary be like, and could Brie handle her, given her current mental state?

The intercom crackled to life, and the rickety gate opened as soon as Sir stated his name. “Park your car and make your way to Master Gannon in his office, Sir Davis. He’s expecting you.”

“What about Miss Wilson?”

“She’s with him now.”

Sir drove directly to the main building, where they found Rajah waiting for them. “Please follow me,” he instructed, glancing at Brie briefly with a look of concern. She picked up her pace, troubled by his unease.

Master Gannon greeted them at the door and ushered the two into his office. Mary was looking out of the window, sitting on a chair, curled up in a protective ball.

As soon as Brie saw her, she called out, “It’s okay, Mary. We’re here now.”

She slowly turned to Brie, a look of desolation on her face. Brie raced to her, and was surprised when Mary offered no resistance to the hug she gave her.

“What happened?” Sir asked Master Gannon as he sat down next to the girls.

He took his time to answer. “The community has endured several incidents with Miss Wilson, which leads me to conclude professional counseling is necessary.”

Mary buried her head in Brie’s chest.

“What was the nature of the incidents?” Sir asked.

“On numerous occasions she hassled and threatened one of our newest members, at one point even assaulting the man.”

Sir turned to Mary. “Is this true?”

With her head still buried in Brie’s chest, Mary nodded.

“Why, Miss Wilson?”

Mary did not answer Sir’s question, choosing to remain silent.

Sir addressed Master Gannon again. “I’m sorry to hear that one of our graduates has behaved in such an intolerable manner, but I wonder if she was provoked.”

“He was apprised of Miss Wilson’s instability, and immediately stopped all private contact with her. We wanted her to succeed here, Sir Davis. I even took her under my wing once Mr. Wallace left, but Miss Wilson has become unruly, and the entire commune has suffered her irrational rants. It wasn’t until she became physically violent that I made the decision to dismiss her.”

Sir nodded.

“Unfortunately, this problem is much bigger than we can address here at the commune. I’m sure you agree that she needs professional help and I cannot further compromise the wellbeing of the community.”

Mary groaned into Brie’s chest.

“We will see that she gets the professional help she requires,” Sir assured him.

Master Gannon called to her in an authoritative tone, “Mary.”

She pulled away from Brie to face him, answering meekly, “Yes, Master Gannon.”

“Although you are being sent away, you are important to this community. You will be welcomed back, should you want to return, but only after your counselor deems you fit and you have a partner who can join you.”

Mary sucked in the sob that looked ready to burst forth, and nodded to him.

“All of her belongings have been set beside your vehicle,” Master Gannon informed Sir. “I think it’s best that you leave now. The sooner Miss Wilson starts on the road to recovery, the sooner she can move forward with her life.”

“Agreed.” Sir stood and took his outstretched hand. “Thank you for your care in this matter, Gannon.”

Mary was slow to stand up, but quietly followed Sir out. While he put her luggage in the trunk, Brie was visited by Shadow. The cat rubbed against her leg, letting out a single meow.

She bent down to pet him, whispering, “It’s good to see you too, my friend.”

The cat sauntered back to its master, who stood watching the encounter from the porch. “I was told that Shadow had an affinity for you, Miss Bennett.”

Brie smiled up at Master Gannon. “He was a great comfort to me while I was here.”

He stooped down and picked up the large black cat, cradling it in his arms. “I’m convinced he is an old soul with exceptional intelligence.”

“I don’t doubt it. I got the distinct feeling he could read my mind.”

Master Gannon chuckled. “I feel that way myself at times. The fact that he comes to you when he is skittish around everyone but me, I find utterly fascinating.” He scratched the cat’s chin. It looked up at him, closing its eyes in blissful pleasure. The strong bond between the two was easy to see. “There are times when I wish he could speak, but I suspect it would lessen our connection.”

“I can appreciate that,” she agreed.

When Sir slammed the trunk shut, Brie headed towards the passenger-side door, but Mary stopped her. “Sit in back with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

Sir nodded his approval.

After saying their goodbyes to Master Gannon, the two women piled into the back seat. “Make sure you’re both buckled in,” Sir ordered as he slid into the front seat and started the engine.

Mary dutifully snapped on the belt, but slipped the shoulder strap behind her so she could curl up and lay her head on Brie’s lap. It reminded Brie of the night at the Center when Mary had suffered a trigger while scening with Tono, which had left her an emotional wreck.

Brie stroked her long, blonde hair, knowing what a comfort it was when Sir did it to her. The drive to the airport was uneventful and quiet, almost peaceful.

Sir informed Mary, “You will be staying at Captain’s home. Dr. Reinstrum has agreed to begin counseling you again, since he’s familiar with your situation and feels he can help.”

Mary only grunted in response.

“If you have any objections, you can stay wherever you wish.”

Mary said nothing. Brie stopped petting her head and was surprised when Mary quietly pleaded, “Don’t stop, Brie.”

Brie looked at Sir in the rearview mirror, worried about the girl. This wasn’t the Mary she knew. It was as if the life had been sucked out of her.

It wasn’t until the airplane was on its final descent into LA that Mary began acting more like her old self and shared some of what had happened with her.

“After you left, I kind of lost it, I guess. God, I needed Razor to take the pain away, but the asshole refused. He avoided me like the plague—like I wasn’t worth his time anymore.”

“You know that’s not true. He was instructed to leave you alone.”

She rolled her eyes at Brie, growling. “All I know is how it made me feel…still makes me feel.”

“They were only trying to protect you.”

Mary snarled in disgust. “The fact that Faelan could just abandon me like that… What the fuck?”

“Don’t even go there, Mary,” Brie warned. “You disobeyed his direct order and were insolent when he called you on it. I’ll never forget the look on his face.”

“Don’t,” Mary snapped, tears forming in her eyes.

Brie took solace that Mary was showing some emotion at least. “You’re lucky.”

“I’d sure like to know the fuck how,” she growled.

“You’ve got the entire Training Center behind you.”

Mary pressed her forehead against the airplane window and said in a defeated voice, “You don’t understand. Sometimes a person can be so fucked up there’s no coming back…”

“The trainers believe in you. Captain does too. You’re not alone, woman.”

“What about Faelan?” Mary asked.

Brie hated to be the one to break it to her, but it had to be done. “You have to face the fact that his journey is no longer part of yours.”

She turned to Brie, her stoic expression crumbling as she started to sob. Brie wrapped her arm around her and murmured softly, “Shh…shh…”

The people around them started to get visibly uncomfortable as Mary’s sobs became louder.

“Miss Wilson,” Sir said quietly from the seat behind them. “Although there is a time and a place for tears, now is not one of them.”

Mary nodded, taking a deep breath before accepting the tissues he handed her. Brie looked back at Sir, at a loss for how to comfort her friend.

It was a helpless feeling.

Sir wasted no time getting Mary into the hands of Captain, driving straight to his home from the airport. Candy greeted them at the door with a welcoming smile. “Please come in, Sir! It’s wonderful to see all of you again.”

She took Mary’s hands and squeezed them. “You especially, Mary.”

Candy guided them into the sitting room, where Captain was waiting. Brie was shocked to see a collar in his hand.

“Before I allow you into my home, Miss Wilson, I insist you wear a protection collar. By accepting it, you are agreeing to follow my house rules, and I am agreeing to care for and protect you. I will only warn you once if you break any of my commands. A second infraction will garner swift punishment, and a third will be cause for dismissal. I do not tolerate disrespect in my home.”

Mary stared at him in disbelief as she stared at the collar, but regained enough composure to ask, “What are the house rules?”

“You will not leave this house without my permission, you will perform duties to keep this household running smoothly, you are to remain in my presence at all times unless I command otherwise,
and
you will show the utmost respect to my submissive and myself. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Do you agree to live under these rules?”

Mary looked apprehensively at Brie.

Brie understood how hard this was for her, and was relieved when Mary answered with a quiet, “Yes.”

“Then kneel at my feet and accept this collar.”

Brie held her breath as she watched Mary slowly kneel. The girl had never worn a collar—claimed she couldn’t stand them—and yet there she was, kneeling at Captain’s feet to receive the one he offered.

Captain looked down at her with sympathy, and in that moment Brie thought he was truly the handsomest man on Earth. After he’d fastened the black leather collar around her neck, he put his hand on her head. “Until the day I remove this collar, you are under my protection and care. You are to address me as Vader for the duration of your stay.”

Mary gave him a questioning look. “Why?”

“My heritage is Dutch. As I am head of this house and caretaker to you, it is fitting you should address me as father.”

The significance of the moment was not lost on Brie. Captain was taking on that role in Mary’s life so he could help her to replace the cruel memories of her past with new, healthier ones. However, Brie was stunned to see tears streaming down Mary’s face when she lifted her head and said in the barest of whispers, “Thank you, Vader.”

Captain spoke to Sir. “Thank you for delivering her to me. My pet and I look forward to aiding in her reeducation.”

“Dr. Reinstrum will call you soon to set up her counseling sessions.”

“I’ve already contacted him and it has been arranged.”

“Perfect.”

“Since you’ve had a long day, why don’t you head home? She will be fine here.”

Before Sir agreed, he asked Mary, “Miss Wilson, are you comfortable with us leaving?”

She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Yes. I am, Sir.”

“You understand the rare privilege Captain has bestowed on you. I expect you to take full advantage of this opportunity for growth.”

Captain placed his hand back on Mary’s head. “Between my pet and I, I’m confident we can help her to overcome the barriers that hold her back.”

Candy looked up lovingly at Captain. “My Master has a very big heart.”

With his hand still on Mary’s head, Captain cradled Candy’s chin. “You are a pleasure to spoil, pet.” He kissed her gently, fingering the collar around her neck.

It was a romantic scene that melted Brie’s heart. Yes, there was hope for Mary in this home. Captain was a stern Dom and would not put up with her insolence, while Candy understood the pain of abuse. Together, they could prove to be exactly what Mary needed.

“Pet, you may tell your friend goodbye.”