Brie's Tokyo Tryst (Submissive in Love, #1) (2 page)

Brie scoured the mail daily, hoping to see a
contract from the producer. When that day finally arrived, she
squealed with delight. “I have a good feeling about this, Sir!” she
said, ripping open the manila envelope. She started jumping in
place as she read the contents.

“I take it he accepted your proposal,” Sir
replied with amusement, getting up from his desk and walking over
to her.

Brie grinned proudly as she presented the
acceptance letter. “He did, Sir! In fact, he loves the idea.”

“Well done, Brie. You’re well on your way.”
He kissed her on the forehead. The skin where his lips had touched
tingled in gratitude.

She looked up at Sir, basking in his praise.
“Thank you.”

He smiled, but his expression changed as he
picked up another letter from the pile. “What’s this?”

As important as the contract was to her, Sir
was holding something of far more significance—her first contact
from Tono. She knew it was from him because of the simple orchid
sketched on the back of the envelope. It seemed that everything
Tono touched was artistic and beautiful.

Instead of tearing it open, she carefully
released the seal so she wouldn’t ruin the painted flower. Brie
pulled out the special rice paper and quickly unfolded it.

Dear Brie,

I was heartened to receive your letter. Your dream
did not mislead you. I canceled my tour because my father is dying.
I’ve kept quiet about it as I do not want the public to know until
he has passed. We are a private family and this is a private
battle.

It has not been easy, as Otosama is in great
pain.

Jute is my peace—my escape—but even that has been
taken from me. Your letter, however, brought a smile. Thank you for
it.

Give your Master my best.

Respectfully yours,

Ren Nosaka

Tears pricked Brie’s eyes after reading his brief
letter; the pain radiating from the printed words seemed to
permeate the air around her.

“From Nosaka?”

She nodded, handing the letter to Sir. He
looked it over, then slowly folded it before giving it back. “Your
thoughts?”

“My heart breaks for him, Sir.”

“Do you feel a visit is in order?”

Brie’s heart leapt at the suggestion.
“Really, Sir? Can we?”

“I’m almost finished here. Although I’d
prefer to see it to the end, I’ll talk with my lawyer, Mr.
Thompson, to see if he can handle the final details.”

Sir beckoned her to sit with him as he moved
to the couch. Brie glided over to him in only her collar, the skin
of her naked young body tingling in anticipation of his masculine
touch. She gladly curled up at his feet. With hands that soothed
her soul, he began stroking her hair. “Nosaka has been there for us
when we needed him. It’s time we returned the favor.”

She looked up at him, proud beyond words to
be his submissive. “You are an honorable man, Sir. The best!”

He chuckled softly. “Maybe not quite as
honorable as you presume. I plan to make a few calls and see if I
can turn this into a business opportunity while we’re there.”

“You are as wise as you are honorable,
Sir.”

He raised his eyebrow before swiftly picking
her up and placing her over his knee. He took hold of her wrists
with one hand, holding them tight, and rubbed her naked ass.

“When will you learn, wayward sub?”

Brie yelped in pain when his hand made
contact, but loved the warm feeling that dissipated from the area
and radiated throughout her loins. She struggled in his arms as he
took several more hard swats, the sounds of which echoed through
the apartment.

He rubbed her ass tenderly, before slipping
his fingers between her legs. “Wet with only a couple of swats?”
His fingers leisurely stroked her pussy, building her arousal. She
stopped struggling, becoming still as she concentrated on the
delicious feel of his sensual touch.

“I love my Master’s hand,” she purred.

“Do you, now?” He swatted her four more
times, making her squeak in pleasurable pain.

“Very much, Sir.”

His fingers returned to her womanhood,
slipping into her wet recesses. He knew the exact location of her
G-spot and caressed it skillfully, causing her body to tense with
an impending orgasm. “I wonder if I should reward your insolence
with an orgasm.”

She bit her lip, then replied playfully, “If
it pleases you, Sir.”

He chuckled softly. “It pleases me…”

Brie closed her eyes and let the orgasm roll
over her. The rhythmic tightening of her pussy announced her
climax, and he grunted with satisfaction. “I do love making you
come, babygirl.” He slapped her on the ass one more time, then
commanded, “Present yourself to me.” She immediately got down on
all fours and opened herself to him, longing to be filled by her
Master’s shaft.

She trembled as he undressed and slowly
knelt down behind her. He slid his manhood against her wet sex and
caressed the folds of her pussy with the head of his cock, teasing
her opening.

Brie pushed against his rigidity, wanting to
be filled.

“No topping from the bottom, téa.”

She whimpered in disappointment when he
pulled away. It was hard not to be greedy for his shaft.

“Be still,” he scolded lightly.

“Yes, Master.”

Brie remained unmoving when his cock
returned. Although she held her body in check, her lips expressed
her pleasure in a purring moan. It still surprised her how much
connecting with Sir in this way expanded her, making her joyously
complete.

When he finally slipped his cock inside,
Brie cried out in deep satisfaction. He slapped her ass. “You’re a
naughty girl, téa.” He wrapped his hand in Brie’s hair and pulled
her head back. “So I will fuck you like a slut.”

“Thank you, Master…” she moaned.

He grabbed her waist with his other hand,
using it as leverage as he began to pound her hard, challenging her
with his depth. Her body started humming with sexual electricity in
response to his unrelenting assault. When Sir used her like this,
she felt totally…completely…female. Her body became an instrument
of gratification, his guttural growls of satisfaction her ultimate
reward.

His fucking was selfish, rough and
hard—everything she wanted at that moment. “More, Master,
more!”

Sir increased the tempo, making her cry out
as her body began to ready itself for an orgasm.

“Do not come, téa,” he commanded, when her
pussy began to quiver with needed release.

Sir wanted Brie to concentrate solely on his
climax. To add to his sensual pleasure, she began to squeeze her
inner muscles, caressing his shaft as he pounded her.

“Fuck…” he groaned. Sir let go of her hair
and grabbed her ass with both hands, having been taken to the edge.
“Feel your Master’s satisfaction.”

Brie closed her eyes and focused on his
shaft pulsing with each release of his come. She threw her head
back and joined his vocalizations, the two of them united in their
passion.

His Reality

S
ir wasted no time
arranging the trip to Japan after the arrival of Tono’s letter.
He’d admitted his concern to Brie. “His father’s death will impact
Ren in ways he does not foresee yet.”

Brie loved that Sir genuinely cared about
Tono’s wellbeing. The two Doms had always respected each other, but
it seemed that because of their close connection with Brie, they
were becoming real friends.

The plane ride to Japan was uneventful. Sir
spent the time calling potential clients to set up his agenda for
the week-long trip, while she silently worried about Tono.

Sir explained between phone calls, “These
meetings will give you an opportunity to spend time alone with
Nosaka. I do not think he’ll be open with you if I’m present.”

Brie wasn’t entirely convinced Tono would be
open with her anyway. He’d disclosed so little in his letter, and
it distressed her. She had to trust that the spiritual connection
they shared was powerful enough that her presence alone would prove
comforting if he chose to keep distant.

“Sleep if you can, Brie,” Sir suggested.
“You’ll need to be fully rested in order to face the challenges
ahead.”

“I’d rather stay up with you, Sir.”

He caressed her cheek before putting his
hand over her eyes. He leaned over her, whispering, “Your
dedication to your Master is charming, but I would prefer one of us
sleep.” She kept her eyes closed when he took his hand away, but
she pouted to show her protest.

Sir leaned forward and kissed her, biting
her pouty lip lightly before pulling away.

Damn, the man is sexy…

She almost opened her eyes, but remained
true to her Master’s wishes. Sighing with frustration, she curled
up in a more comfortable position in the overly large airplane
seat. Brie was lulled to sleep by the authoritative tones of Sir’s
business voice.

When they landed in Tokyo at midnight, Brie
expected they’d head straight to the hotel, but Sir suggested they
explore the city first. She found Tokyo fascinating. Driving on the
left side of the road rather than the right brought its own unique
nervous thrill. She couldn’t help whimpering every time they made a
left-hand turn.

“I sure would hate to drive here,” she
exclaimed.

Sir disagreed. “I’d find it invigorating. In
fact, I should really get an international license, since I’m
growing my international client base.” He stared up at the tall
high-rises surrounding them on both sides. “The culture here is
definitely intriguing.”

Brie was surprised to see a bright yellow
version of what looked like the Eiffel Tower in the middle of the
city. “What
is
that?”

“
That
is the Tokyo Tower, Brie.”

“It looks like the Eiffel Tower to me.”

“It’s meant to. It’s the most attractive
antenna I’ve seen. I do like that about the Japanese culture. They
take ordinary, practical things and make them appear beautiful,
even artistic.”

She snuggled against Sir, soaking in the
excitement of the downtown area. The lights of Tokyo were far more
colorful than in any city Brie had seen, even putting Vegas to
shame. Every building was lit up with bright, vivid signs or
animated screens. It appealed to her youthful nature, beckoning her
to come play.

“Can we take a walk, Sir?”

“Right now?”

“If it pleases you.”

He had the cab driver pull over and told him
to wait for them. Sir helped Brie out of the vehicle and placed his
arm around her waist as he guided her through the streets.

Brie found herself subconsciously looking
for Tono in the faces of those who passed by. Knowing they were in
the same city made her feel as if Tono were close by, even though a
chance meeting would be impossible in a place as crowded as
this.

They walked up to an upscale bar and Sir
ushered her inside. The walls were made of smoky glass with rich
purple neon lighting up the bar area. Above, multicolored lanterns
accented the ceiling, dotting the floor with their fun punch of
color. She squeezed Sir’s hand, charmed by the modern yet playful
atmosphere.

Although the place was packed, Sir found two
open seats at the bar. He ordered martinis for them both, then
nodded his approval when he tasted the drink. “Damn fine martini.
Drink up, téa.”

As she was taking a sip, Sir discreetly
slipped his hand up the inside of her thigh. She smiled as she
opened her legs a little wider. There was an irresistible thrill in
knowing she was
his,
whenever and wherever he wanted.

Sir lightly brushed her sensitive clit,
before removing his hand and dragging it slowly over his lips. It
was his promise to her; later he would partake of her taste… She
wiggled in her seat, her body tingling with pleasure.

Brie glanced up at a large TV screen and was
shocked to see an image of Tono’s father. Although she could not
understand what was being said, it was easy to follow the news
story when they showed an outside shot of a hospital, then cut to
an outdated shot of Tono and his mother.