Brie Visits Master's Italy (After Graduation, #7) (2 page)

“Did she explain it to your satisfaction, Brie?”

She nodded, wanting desperately to enclose herself in his protective embrace. “I understand now, Sir. Thank you.”

Ms. Clark sauntered up behind Brie. “Miss Bennett proved to be an apt listener. It actually feels good to get that off my chest.” Her red lips curled up into a dangerous smile.

“You will not mistreat my sub again, Samantha.” Sir lowered his voice so passersby would not overhear. “I tell you this as a friend. We all assumed once Miss Bennett finished training, you would return to your professional demeanor. That has not been the case. Should you continue to struggle in this area, I will be obligated to advise Headmaster Coen to rethink your tenure.”

Ms. Clark raised her head proudly. “I assure you that is unnecessary.”

“I’m aware that Miss Bennett challenges you. Frankly, she seems to have that effect on people. But that in no way excuses your appalling behavior. Now apologize to my sub. It is apparent you upset her during your
talk
.”

Ms. Clark rolled her head from side to side, cracking her neck before replying. “As you wish, Sir Davis.”

Again Brie felt a surge of excitement knowing that her Master held that kind of power over the Domme.

Ms. Clark turned to Brie. “I apologize for being blunt.”

Sir immediately corrected her. “Being blunt is acceptable, and something that would not have upset her.” Brie loved that Sir knew her so well.

Ms. Clark insisted, “I needed to be clear that speaking about what I shared is not acceptable.”

Sir’s eyes narrowed. “It was unnecessary to threaten my sub, Samantha. A simple, ‘You are not allowed to share this’ would have sufficed. Brie is obedient.”

Ms. Clark opened her mouth to protest, but Sir stopped her. “The fact she looks you in the eye on occasion does not reflect on her character as a person. She would honor your request without question.”

The Domme clamped her mouth shut and glared at Brie. She took a deep breath and forced out the words. “I apologize for not respecting you as a sub, Miss Bennett.”

“Thank you, Ms. Clark,” Brie answered, lowering her eyes and bowing slightly. She understood the will it took for the Domme to humble herself like that. It was clear the level of respect Ms. Clark had for her Master.

The Domme’s smile returned as she spoke to Sir. “After this little episode, I plan to speak with your friend when he comes to visit again. I believe a conversation between us is long overdue.”

“That would not be wise, Samantha. Let sleeping dogs lie,” Sir warned.

“Your wisdom only goes so far, Sir Davis. There are times when a person must take a risk and become master of her own fate.”

“I will not protect you again if it comes to that. You are too old to play the fool.”

Ms. Clark crinkled her nose. “Too old? I’m just hitting my prime.”

The Mistress strode off as if she were queen of the world. Brie observed two submissives fall in line after her. What Lea had said was true. Ms. Clark could have anyone she desired—all except the one man she wanted.

“Are you ready?” Master Anderson asked behind her.

Brie turned and her knees gave way when she saw the large bullwhip in his hand. Sir supported her and said with a chuckle, “No need to worry, little sub. There will be no blood tonight.”

“Unless your Master screws up,” Master Anderson joked.

“If I do not do well tonight, it reflects solely on you,
Master
Anderson.”

“A teacher can only do so much,” he replied, letting his bullwhip unwind, accentuating its dangerous length.

She watched with morbid fascination as Sir pulled a black bullwhip with a blood-red tip out of his bag. It made a slapping sound as it unfurled to the floor. She looked up at him nervously.

“Are you scared, téa?”

She nodded.

“Does it turn you on?”

She blushed when she confessed, “Only because it’s you, Sir.”

“I may not be a sadist, but I do enjoy challenging you, little sub. This will be a test for me as well.” He ran his fingers between her trembling legs. “Yes, that is exactly the wetness I was striving for. Shall we begin?”

Sir escorted her to the chains and commanded her to undress fully and stand on the red ‘x’. It felt a little like déjà vu as Sir took her small wrist and put it above her head, strapping the cuff into place.

Brie’s nipples hardened in fearful expectancy when he took her other wrist and secured it. She could hear the crowd gathering. Everyone enjoyed watching Master Anderson’s expertise with the bullwhip.

As both men removed their shirts, Master Anderson informed the audience, “Tonight is simply a practice session. Sir Davis has been working with a fence pole for several weeks. Now it is time to practice on human flesh.”

Brie could hear the excited chatter amongst the crowd. She suspected some of them
hoped
to see blood tonight.

Sir’s hands ran over her body as he readied her for the experience. Whereas Rytsar enjoyed her fear, Sir dispelled it. He tied up her hair and then kissed the nape of her neck. This was not a session meant to frighten, this was an extension of his sensual skills using the bite of a whip.

She held her breath when he pulled away from her, the fear sinking in. Brie’s heart began racing as he positioned himself behind her. The smell of the ocean that was unique to this particular alcove in the Haven helped calm her nerves. She’d never fully appreciated how different scents could prove valuable to a sub during a scene until now. Brie focused on the smell and immediate sensations, forcing back her fears of what was yet to come.

Master Anderson instructed Sir. “Keep your stance in mind. We’ll start off light. Watch me first.”

She imagined him winding up and then felt the light lick of Master Anderson’s whip on her back. She smiled. It was pleasurable. Brie had forgotten how gentle the bullwhip could be and purred with pleasure.

Sir warmed up before giving Brie her first taste of his whip. The waiting made it that much more arousing and frightening.

“Are you ready, téa?”

“Yes, Master.”

The light caress of her Master’s whip took the experience to a whole new level. Brie moaned in satisfaction.

He continued to warm her skin with gentle strokes from his bullwhip, making the encounter delicious not distressing. The control Sir showed was a testament to the amount of time he’d practiced.

“Now that her skin is prepared, it’s time to increase the sensation,” Master Anderson stated.

Brie forced herself to stay relaxed as she waited for Master Anderson to take his stance. He described his actions to Sir as he caressed her back with a more demanding stroke. It was strong enough to take her breath away.

She took a quick glance behind her and noticed that a larger crowd had gathered as Sir stepped into position behind her. Brie closed her eyes. There was no fear, only anticipation as she waited for her Master’s stroke.

But Brie cried out in surprise and pain when the end of his whip made contact. It was much harder than Master Anderson’s. She heard Sir mutter under his breath, “Fuck!”

“To be expected, all part of the learning process. You flicked your wrist at the end,” Master Anderson explained. “Try again, but be conscious of that.”

Brie did not realize she had tensed until Master Anderson commanded, “Relax, Brie.”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The chains clinked above her as she twisted in place, helping release some of the tension before she stilled herself for the next stroke.

“That’s my good girl,” Sir praised.

Brie trusted Sir completely, honored to be his first. Despite his extensive experience and the numerous subs he had trained, this was something exclusive—shared only between the two. It pleased her to serve him in this way, the two of them a team as he learned to finesse the bullwhip.

Sir took his time before taking his next swing. Brie gasped at the challenge it provided, but it was not overwhelming as the first had been.

“Color, téa?”

“Green, Master.”

He grunted in satisfaction and began to take her into flight as he stimulated her back with well-placed strokes. Brie moaned in her chains as she began to lose herself to the sensation. Brie could sense the crowd, and it enhanced her experience. Their excitement played into hers. It was a glorious feeling…

Eventually, the rhythmic contact stopped. Brie swayed dreamily in the chains, ready to be released by her Master, hoping he would take her.

“I suggest you give her one more with bite before we end the session,” Master Anderson advised Sir. Brie’s heart skipped a beat as he explained, “It will do two things. For you, it will let you navigate the force required for a harder stroke that does not cause damage. For your sub, there is an erotic allure experiencing the fierceness of the bite you can deliver. Every time you caress her with the whip, no matter how lightly, her pussy will drip knowing it is your choice not to strike her harder.”

Brie shivered in her chains. Although she agreed with Master Anderson, she did
not
want to feel the harsh bite again. Still flying from her sub high, she was unable to hold back the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Master Anderson demonstrated the motion it took to deliver a welt-worthy strike in the air first. Brie jumped each time she heard the crack of the whip beside her.

“Are you ready, sub?” Master Anderson finally asked, preparing her for his more forceful strike.

Brie understood that this was necessary to help hone Sir’s skills. Despite her fears she forced herself to answer with confidence through her tears, “Yes, Master Anderson.”

He did not wait. With a quick and sure stroke, the tail of the whip cut across her back. Even though she had faced the biting power of his whip before, Brie was surprised by the shooting pain and screamed. She bit her lip afterwards, stilling her thoughts. She had experienced this once before. She knew how to transfer the pain into something sensual if she centered herself.

Brie could hear the concern in Sir’s voice when he got into position behind her, and asked, “Color, téa?”

Although her skin was on fire, she knew she could handle another stroke and she
needed
to take it from Sir. “Yellowish-green, Master.”

Master Anderson cautioned Sir. “Concentrate and deliver. Do not hesitate or you will either damage the skin or deliver an inadequate stroke and be forced to do it again.”

Brie closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Her Master and she were one in this moment. This, a challenging test for them both.

Her pussy tingled at the sound of the whip just before it came in contact and transformed into burning fire across her back. Brie did not hold back and screamed in both passion and pain.

Then she felt Sir beside her, his hand running lightly over the mark he had just left on her back. “It looks good on you, téa.” He growled into her ear as his fingers traveled up her arm and began releasing her from the cuffs, “You did well, little goddess.”

He picked her up and carried her to a chair in the corner. While she rested there, he removed his pants and underwear, revealing his hard cock. Sir lifted her up and sat down, turning her to face the crowd before impaling her with his waiting cock.

Brie moaned loudly, her body grateful to have the burning sensations on her back transferred to fire in her nether regions. Sir pressed her head down and picked up salve from a small table nearby. He rubbed the cool lotion over the marks on her back.

The sensuality of his loving aftercare made her aroused on an almost spiritual level. Sir grabbed her hips after soothing her back and moved her up and down on his shaft.

She threw her head back as she braced her hands on his thighs to help deepen his thrusts.

Sir’s satisfied grunt increased her pleasure. The two moved as one as he powered his manhood into her repeatedly. Time no longer had significance as Brie closed her eyes and gave into the erotic thrill of Sir’s possession.

“Are you going to come for your Master?”

She nodded, readying herself for his command.

“Three… two…” Brie whimpered in response to his slow countdown. On cue, her pussy began pulsating with her impending orgasm.

“One…”

He forced his cock deep within her and held her still.

Brie’s vaginal muscles squeezed and released his cock with their vice-like grip. He answered by grabbing her bound hair and tilting her head back further as he shuddered deep inside her. Then Sir wrapped his arm around her torso and pulled her to his heaving chest, growling softly, “I love you, téa.”

She smiled, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
I love you, Master, heart and soul.

Brie stayed in his arms, oblivious to the crowd dispersing until Master Anderson broke into her reverie. “There is another couple waiting for the area, Thane. Would you like me to begin cleaning it?”

Sir released Brie and helped her disengage from him. “No, we will take care of it ourselves.”

Brie cleaned the chair and then moved to the x on the floor while Sir dressed and cleaned the cuffs, wiping down his bullwhip last. After he finished, Sir commanded Brie to dress, all except her top. Just like her first time with the bullwhip, she was given the privilege of showing off her well-earned marks.

As they moved through the club, Brie found it difficult not to gloat. In one day she had secured the future of her documentary and faced the bullwhip—a second time. Her happiness only increased when she saw Mr. Gallant and his wife.

Sir stopped before them and greeted the pair. Brie noticed Mr. Gallant had his arm protectively wrapped around his tall and statuesque Amazonian wife, just as he had at the collaring ceremony. Despite his small stature, the man exuded a self-assured confidence that garnered natural respect.

“You both appear to be doing well, Sir Davis.”

“We are, Gallant. Fate seems to be smiling down on the two of us today.”

“Glad to hear it.” He added somberly, “That was quite some unpleasant business with your mother at the Center.”

“I do apologize for the unseemly disturbance.” Brie noticed that Sir abruptly changed the subject. “Téa, say hello to your former teacher.”