Brie’s Mile High Club (Submissive in Love, #7) (4 page)

Sir glanced around the stylish auditorium. “Will you be able to give this up when the time comes?”

Master Anderson gave him a smug look. “Actually, I’ll be renting the facilities to the buyer at a reasonable price while keeping the option to buy back the school at a later date.”

“Smart, but you won’t be returning.”

Master Anderson frowned. “Why do you say that?”

“My gut says you aren’t coming back to Denver.”

He laughed. “When have you ever listened to your gut?”

Sir looked down, smiling tenderly at Brie. “At least once.”

“Well, I suppose if I find balance in my life, I wouldn’t have a reason to come back,” Master Anderson conceded.

“Precisely.”

Brie trembled beside Sir while the two men talked. The mere thought of having her best friend return to LA had her all wound up, but it was the very real possibility that Lea
wouldn’t
be returning that consumed her thoughts.

“Have you done any events here?” Sir asked. “This is a large enough space to take advantage of opportunities like that.”

“Yes, I held a charity event not too long ago. I sponsored it with Adam Montague, co-owner of the Masters at Arms Club.”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of him. A military man, correct?”

“Correct. Adam is a serious individual but a real pleasure to work with. He even allowed his wife Karla to sing at the event—a huge hit with the donors. Sure was great seeing her on stage again…” Master Anderson shook his head, chuckling to himself. “But I have to say babies sure change a man. I don’t recommend it.”

Sir cleared his throat in response to the last statement. “I assume the event was a success, then?”

“Naturally,” he stated with pride. “Raised a significant amount of money for our charity. It’s part of the reason I have investors chomping at the bit now.”

Sir placed his hand on Master Anderson’s shoulder. “I must admit I’m looking forward to your return to LA.”

“I am as well, Thane. It’ll give me a chance to check on those herbs I gifted you.”

Sir said nothing and looked up, appearing to examine the equipment suspended above the stage.

“Don’t tell me you killed them.”

“What did you expect? With all the traveling we’ve done recently, they didn’t stand a chance.”

“Thank goodness you aren’t planning on having children,” Master Anderson joked.

Brie glanced at Sir with the slightest of smiles. Although Master Anderson missed it, Sir did not, and laughed. “Me, have children? What a ludicrous thought.”

Before they headed out for the evening, Sir informed Brie that he had something special to add to her outfit, handing her a small vibrator. It was unusual, because of the silicone piece that was made to slip inside the vagina so it would fit snugly against her clit.

He explained. “Having no idea what we’re doing, I plan on entertaining myself tonight.” He kissed her on the lips, adding seductively, “This will
not
be a lesson in orgasm denial.”

Brie quivered, knowing that meant a night of excess, and hoped she was up for the challenge. “May I put it on now?”

When he nodded, she started towards the bathroom.

“No, téa. I want to watch.”

She smiled as she settled on the edge of the bed, pulling up her skirt and shimmying flirtatiously out of her panties. Brie played with herself as she glanced demurely at Sir. It was such a turn on having him watch, and soon she felt the welcome ache between her legs that made her wet enough for the toy. She picked up the vibrator and slowly slipped it inside. The vibrator rested against her pussy, much like her clit jewelry.

Sir pulled a device from his pocket and smiled at her as he switched it on. Brie jumped and then giggled as the vibration took over. She forced herself to relax as she embraced the wicked tool.

Before she could give in to the building pulsations, however, Sir turned it off, stating, “That was just a taste, babygirl. No more fun until we reach our mystery destination.”

Oh, how Brie loved being teased by him!

“Thank you for the taste, Master. I can’t wait until the main course.” She slipped her panties back on and stood, bowing. “I wait impatiently but respectfully.”

Sir chuckled, resting his hand on the small of her back as he led her out of the bedroom.

Master Anderson whistled when he saw them. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, loverboy. The way those pants hug your tight ass is sublime, and that tie…I recall fondly what we did with that tie.”

Sir fussed with the knot of his tie, grumbling, “Not sure why you insist on continuing the ruse when your neighbor isn’t present to listen.”

“It’s all about getting into the role. Has Brie taught you nothing? She’s the perfect partner when it comes to pranks. A natural at it.”

Sir looked at her proudly. “Is she now?”

“Yes, and her talents are completely wasted on you.”

“No,” Sir replied smoothly. “I utilize those talents for a higher purpose.”

“What’s that?”

Sir took Brie’s hand and kissed it seductively as he stared into her eyes. “For my own pleasure.”

She felt her loins contract around the toy and smiled, anxious for their night to begin.

“Enough with the lovey-dovey looks, you two,” Master Anderson scolded. “It’s time to roll out.”

He drove them down the mountain into the heart of downtown Denver. The historic buildings mixed with modern chain restaurants and shopping malls was an interesting combination. He parked in a large lot that was open, but they had to walk down several streets to get to their final destination.

The old brick building was blaring with music from inside and Brie saw a long line of people wrapped around it. She noted a small, unassuming sign hanging from the entrance, which simply read “Beta”.

Master Anderson walked past the line and straight up to the entrance guarded by several hunky men. One of them smiled at him in greeting. “Ah, Mr. Anderson, back so soon?”

“I have a couple of out-of-towners who have yet to enjoy the Beta experience.”

“Understood. I just need to look at their IDs, but you’re free to enter.”

Brie looked back at the extensive line, grateful that Master Anderson had some pull. The moment the doors of the club opened, Brie was blasted with the delicious deep bass of a dubstep. The vibration of it reverberated through her, causing her stomach to tremble with the beat.

Oh yeah…

The thin hallway opened onto a giant concert hall. It was packed with people gyrating to the sexy beat, with laser lights and a giant disco ball above filling the room with dancing color.

Brie looked up and saw that there was a second level crowded with people looking down on them. She heard an explosion and a flurry of confetti floated like feathers down from above.

“I love this place,” she said.

“What?” Master Anderson asked, leaning closer.

She shouted, “I freaking love this place!”

Master Anderson’s smile was charming when he replied, “I was certain you would.”

He led them up a long flight of stairs to the second level. On one side of the large opening there was a line of people leaning against the railing watching the action below. While on the other side there was a section of tables and booths with scantily clad ladies tending their VIP clients.

Master Anderson pointed to the middle table, where a hot redhead was waiting for them. She smiled as they approached. “Mr. Anderson, what a pleasant surprise to see you again.”

“You know me, Sasha. Can’t resist a good beat.”

She giggled sweetly. “May I ask what I can get for you and your friends?”

“I’ll take my usual beer, my friend over here would like a dirty martini, and…” He looked questioningly at Brie. “What you would like?”

“I’ll take a shot of Zyr vodka,” she announced.

Sir nodded. “Change my order. I’ll have the same.”

Master Anderson looked at him in surprise. “Well hell, if that’s the case make it three shots, Sasha.”

“My pleasure.”

Master Anderson sat back and smiled at them. “Have you ever been to a dance club like this?”

“No, never,” Sir replied, glancing around, taking it all in.

“I want to live here,” Brie said, loving everything about the club—the music, the lights, as well as the erotic energy of the place.

“You have the right connections to get in most nights.”

“Well I’m glad I know you, then,” she replied.

The deep driving beat reminded Brie of Faelan and the chocolate dance they’d once shared. She wondered if this was where he’d learned to love the music. Suddenly an image of him lying in the hospital bed alone came to her mind.

Sir noticed the change in her demeanor and quietly corrected her. “No, Brie. You’re not allowed to think of anything but me tonight. Tomorrow will come soon enough.” He reached into his pocket and she felt the buzz of the vibrator. The gentle vibration between her legs caused delicious chills to course through her body.

Brie took the shot glass Sasha handed her and looked at it critically, thinking,
A shot is a whole lot bigger in Russia
.

“Here’s to a night we won’t forget,” Master Anderson toasted, clinking glasses with her. After she’d toasted Sir and was downing the shot, her first orgasm hit. Brie squeaked, sputtering vodka.

“Straight vodka too much for you?” Master Anderson asked with amusement.

Sir smirked, turning off the vibrator. “She’s perfectly fine.” He kissed the remaining vodka from her lips and ordered another round.

After the second shot, Master Anderson suggested they stand by the railing to enjoy the music. Brie eagerly agreed and was thrilled to look down at the massive crowd below. It was one giant dance, everyone moving in rhythm to the deep bass that shook the entire building.

Brie was unaware that she was gyrating her hips in harmony with the beat until she overheard Master Anderson tell Sir, “She’s sexy when she dances.”

Sir said, with an appreciative smile on his lips, “This music agrees with you, téa.”

“I
love
this kind of music! I can feel the energy rising up from the crowd. It’s almost too much…”

He leaned down and ordered lustfully, “Dance, then, while you come for me.”

Brie groaned as the vibrator caressed her clit with a new, slow, pulsating rhythm. She shuddered, not expecting the difference in vibration but responding favorably to it. Closing her eyes, she gave in to the erotic nature of the beat and swayed hypnotically to its call.

“That’s it, babygirl, seduce me.”

Sir’s encouragement radiated through her. The warmth of the vodka, the tension of the vibrator and intensity of the erotic music had Brie floating on a sensual high, and she quickly peaked, welcoming the sensation as the next orgasm took over.

“Good girl,” he purred in her ear. She continued to dance as the two men moved back to their seats to observe her and talk—but she noticed they did very little talking as she took on the role of exotic dancer for her Master, enticing him with her sensual moves. It was empowering, knowing she had his complete attention and the ability to drive him wild.

As she was dancing, Brie was struck by an idea she thought Sir would like so she walked over to him and whispered in his ear. He nodded his approval as he stood and moved back to the railing to watch her leave. Brie made her way around to the other side of the large opening and threw Sir a kiss. He responded by pulsing the vibrator several times.

Brie giggled in delight, grabbing the rail to begin her seduction of him again. This time, laser lights of orange and yellow played across her skin as if lighting her on fire. It was beautiful, reminding her of their fire play.

The music changed from a lively beat to one that was more slow and primal, so her movements changed accordingly. She was determined to captivate him with her sensual cat-like grace.

Master Anderson stood beside Sir and they watched as she moved to the erotic beat. The vibrator turned back on and Brie moaned softly, giving in to Sir’s desire. It was so wickedly hot to come in front of everyone, even if there was only one person watching who knew it.

Brie gripped the railing as she threw her head back and came for the third time. Afterwards she swayed her hips slowly, watching the laser lights playing across her skin and clothes as she recovered from her climax. When she looked up again, she noticed that Master Anderson had gone missing.

Sir nodded to her and gestured, but she was unsure of his meaning. Taking it as a command to keep dancing, Brie started up again, her focus solely on him. She felt someone brush up beside her and turned to see a young man wearing a black T-shirt and a lustful stare. She scooted to the left but he followed her, pressing even closer.

All of a sudden, she was encased by two strong arms grasping the railing on either side of her, effectively trapping her. She would have been concerned, but she knew those arms well.

“Scram,” Master Anderson told the boy. “This one’s mine.”

The young man looked up at his impressive stature and shrugged, disappearing into the moving mass of people without a word.

“We saw him descending on you,” Master Anderson informed Brie.

“I was oblivious.”