Brie Submits to her Master (After Graduation, #2) (7 page)

“It’s time I teach Mr. Wallace I mean business,” Sir announced to the club owner before leaving Brie’s side and heading out the door. Several people tried to follow after him, but the owner shooed them away.
“Nothing to see here, folks. Go back to what you were doing.”

A sub next to Brie muttered, “God, she is such a bitch!
Just
had
to ruin it for the rest of us. Already has Sir and now she’s taken away Faelan from us.”

Brie
glanced over, half-expecting to see Mary, but it was a short-haired blonde who stuck her tongue out at her.

What had started out as the perfect evening had quickly deteriorated into a humiliating
spectacle. She wanted to escape,
needed
to escape from the resentful stares of the submissives surrounding her and the utter disgrace she felt. However, Brie remained where she was, staring blankly at the scene before her, wondering what was going on between Sir and Faelan. The Domme was enthusiastically whacking the jiggling buttocks of her submissive with a wooden paddle. The crack of the paddle broke through Brie’s anguish, helping her not to cry.
Just concentrate on them
, Brie commanded herself.

Until she overheard, “Do you think he will publicly disown her when he returns?”

Her greatest fear voiced out loud ruined her resolve. Tears streamed down her face as she ran through the crowds to the back of the club, seeking out a private room. Once found, she collapsed on a chair, wiping away her tears.
Sir is a good Master. He will not disown me. He won’t…

“Brie, are you okay?”

She looked up to see Tono standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” She could just imagine Sir walking in on her talking with Tono. “Go away!” Then she remembered who she was talking to and corrected herself, begging him. “Please, Tono. Please go away.”

He left without further question. A short time later, Sir strode into the room. Brie fell to her knees, “Sir, I did not mean to disobey. I’m sorry.” She bowed her head to the floor, swallowing her tears.

“Stand up, Brie.”

She slowly got on her feet, but kept her head lowered.

“Look at me.”

Brie bravely looked up and was greeted with a grave expression, but she took heart at the tender look in his eye.

“I understand why this happened.”

A single tear fell from her cheek.

“There is no need for tears. I did say you were to meet with someone tonight.” He brushed the wetness from her cheek, chuckling lightly. “Tono said you ordered him away.”

Brie nodded, unsure why that was funny, but she was relieved to see his smile.

“
He
was the one I wanted you to speak with tonight.”

“I didn’t know, Sir.”

“No, you did not. It is fortunate that you chose not to speak with Tono due to that very fact. You are learning, téa.” He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

He sat down on the couch and Brie naturally knelt down at his feet, laying her cheek against his strong thigh. Once Sir touched her, all worry evaporated.

“Brie, I know you have lingering feelings for Tono and I am not threatened by them. He is a mature Dom who respects your decision.” The tone of Sir’s voice softened as he stroked her hair. “I know you, téa. I understand that you suffer from guilt. I’d hoped tonight your heart would be eased by speaking with him directly.”

His hand stopped mid-pet. “Naturally, I did not foresee Wallace’s breach of protocol, but that will end.” Sir lifted her chin to look her in the eye. “If he comes anywhere near you again, you are to ignore him and leave. If he dares to follow you, seek protection from the nearest person you trust. Although we reached an understanding tonight, I am not entirely convinced he will leave you alone. He admitted to me he has the misguided hope that he can still win you over, even though you are collared. Until he understands that reality no longer exists, he will remain a problem.”

“Sir, I’m—”

“I do not blame you, do not apologize again. But I want to know what he shared with you tonight.”

“He told me about the accident.”

“Yes. A terrible circumstance indeed, but do not let it color your feelings towards him. One must come to terms with one’s past to be effective as a
Dominant. It should never be used to garnish sympathy from a sub.”

Brie was hesitant to voice the one thing that Faelan had stated the first time he’d cornered her that still played in her mind. “Sir, he claimed I am his reason.”

Sir shook his head in disbelief. “He is a fool to put that burden on another. I understand his desperation having been there once, but it is still no excuse. Wallace will be good to no one until he works through his demons.”

It was so easy to be open with Sir that she shared her biggest fear. “I am afraid Mr. Wallace will turn away from his natural talent. He has often said we were cut from the same
cloth and in a way, I agree with him. He didn’t realize who he was until he met me.” She looked up at her Master. “Well, Sir, I didn’t realize who I was until I met you.”

“The difference,
babygirl, is that you have not been solely dependent on me. I am certain that if I had truly turned you away at the Collaring Ceremony, you would have found another. I cannot imagine you stalking me out of desperation, hoping to win my affections. You are confident in who you are. Wallace isn’t there yet.”

Brie looked down at the floor, a twinge of fear stabbing her in the gut. “What if he doesn’t recover from this, Sir?”

“You are not responsible for the world, Brie. Wallace is stronger than you think and the call of dominance will not let him rest. At this point he sees you as his, but he will come to realize you were only a stepping stone to his true mate.”

Sir’s words brought comfort to Brie’s soul. “Thank you, Master.”

“The challenge is getting him to see beyond his own desires so that he can embrace the future.” He cupped her chin. “However, that is
not
your job. You will only hinder his growth if you intervene in any way.”

“I understand, Sir.”

They were silent for several minutes. Brie basked in her Master’s soothing caress. It comforted her that he did not react to Faelan with irrational jealousy. In all things, Sir remained the teacher, seeking the best conclusion for all the individuals involved.

“Now Tono is a different story,” Sir stated.

Brie looked up at him questioningly.

“Tono is a good man. I have nothing but respect for him as a person and a Dom. I believe it would be in the best interests of both of you to sit down and discuss what happened the night of the ceremony.”

“If it pleases you, Sir,” she answered doubtfully.

“It is easy to underestimate the power of closure. I have found that loose ends tend to cause needless doubt and pain.”

Despite his bravado, Brie wondered if it would hurt Sir on some level to see her with Tono.

He laughed under his breath. “If it is my jealousy you are worried about, téa, let me assure you that is not a concern. I have faith in your commitment. You asked to be collared of
your own free will, despite the risk of rejection. I am confident in your love, just as you should be confident in mine. I am a condor, my dear.”

Brie was unsure what the reference meant. Condors were not handsome birds and, as far as she knew, they were carrion eaters. Not romantic in the least, but she was reluctant to ask because of the look of tenderness he bestowed on her. She would definitely have to
google it.

Thane

“I think it would be best if we leave through the back,” Sir advised. “Your discussion with Tono will have to wait.”

“Yes, Sir.” She was grateful to be leaving, feeling far too emotionally raw to deal with any more drama.

“Everything you feel is written on your face.” He had said the same thing the night he’d put the protection collar around her neck the second day of class.

“I am grateful you can read me so well, Sir. It eases my mind, even though it alarms me.”

He chuckled softly. “It should. You can hide nothing from your Master.” Sir stood up and held out his hand. She gracefully rose to her feet and took hold of his arm as he guided her through the back hallways.

The night was warm. Brie found it pleasant strolling with Master in the dark, loving the sound of his confident stride on the pavement. As they rounded the front of the building, Sir stopped and commanded, “You will walk to the car and get in. Do not look anywhere but straight ahead.”

He nudged her towards the car while he stayed back. “Why are you still here?”

“Brie!” Faelan called out.

Brie hurried her steps
, her eyes fixed desperately on the car.
Do not look, do not look back…
she commanded herself.

“Blossom, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove the depth of my love for you.”

Sir’s voice was like ice. “You were told to leave, Mr. Wallace. I am dialing the police as we speak.”

Brie made it to the car and slipped into the seat, shutting the door. She heard their heated exchange, but could not make out the words. Sir eventually got into the car, slamming the door.

He said nothing until they were close to his apartment. “He’s a stubborn cuss, I’ll give him that much.”

Brie didn’t say anything as they walked into the high-rise, although she nodded to the doorman when Sir didn’t respond to the man’s greeting.

Faelan’s persistence astonished Brie and it did not help to serve his cause. By not respecting Sir’s position, he was only making a fool of himself and tarnishing his reputation as well as that of the school. Brie did not want that for Faelan, especially after all he had suffered.

“Téa, make me a martini,” Sir said when they entered the apartment.

She had watched him enough times to feel confident imitating the process. She doubted her martini would compare to his, but she smiled when she shook the drink vigorously.
Shaken, not stirred, Sir
.

He was on the phone the entire time she made the drinks. She walked up to him, holding the martini up, careful not to spill. Sir smiled as he took it from her, but did not stop his conversation on the phone. “Yes, I think it is for the best. I am glad you are in agreement.”

Brie went back to the kitchen to retrieve her drink. It had to be Faelan he was discussing, but who was he talking to and what was he planning? She knew Sir would not put up with his latest actions, but she desperately hoped that Faelan would not be banished from the BDSM community.

She returned to stand next to
her Master, sipping her first attempt at a martini. It was definitely not as good as Sir’s.

“Hard to believe, I know.”

Sir chuckled at whatever was said by the caller. He clinked glasses with Brie and took a sip. “No, I agree. However, you have my expectation set unrealistically high. Do not disappoint me.” He took another drink, his face suddenly becoming solemn. “Affirmative. There are times when it takes an extreme catalyst to force change.”

Brie was certain he was talking about Faelan now.

“I need to make arrangements. Expect a call in a couple of days.” He paused, and then the smile returned to his face. He looked down at Brie. “That would be a definite yes.”

Sir snapped the phone closed. “I am not a man who will be pushed. However, when an opportunity presents itself, I’m not foolish enough to ignore it.” He said no more, but seemed much more relaxed after the phone call. She breathed a sigh of relief, taking another sip of her mediocre martini.

He nodded towards the Tantra chair. “Your Master is feeling amorous. Strip down, téa, but leave the boots on tonight.”

Brie set her drink on a side table and took off her clothes sensually for her Master. She couldn’t help noticing the outline of Sir’s erection straining against his pants. She swayed her hips in a seductive manner to entice him further as she ran her hands down her thighs and over the smooth black leather of her boots.

Both had been aroused by the fire play they’d engaged in earlier, but neither had experienced release. It heightened Brie’s sense of arousal now.

“Undress me,” he commanded.

Brie smiled as she began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the familiar stirring in her loins as she exposed his muscular chest. She wanted to run her hands over his dark chest hair, but followed his order and undid his leather belt next. It excited her that Sir was observing her as she undressed him.

She unzipped his pants and pulled them down, helping him out of each leg. Brie looked up at him from the floor, in awe of his commanding masculinity.

“Stay.” Sir left her, walking back to his bedroom and returning with a blanket. He moved over to the Tantra chair and lay down, placing the blanket on the floor. He looked at her and ordered lustfully, “Come.”

The butterflies started as she approached him, moving with catlike grace towards her Master. He offered his hand for balance as she lifted her leg and positioned herself over his shaft. Brie closed her eyes as she lowered herself on his rigid member, letting out a moan of pleasure when he grabbed her hips and forced himself inside her depths. He then took the blanket and threw it over her shoulders
, covering them both.