Brie's Submission (7-9) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 3)

  Brie felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “I’ll work on the edits and talk to Headmaster Coen if needed.”

  Next she showed him her flogging scene with Marquis.

  Mr. Holloway studied it with great interest, giving Brie reason to believe he’d enjoyed the scene. However, he stunned her when he announced afterwards, “This will not be included in your film.”

  “Bu—”

  “End of discussion.”

  Brie hated the thought of telling Marquis Gray that his scene had been cut. It was a beautiful encounter, and was significant to her on a personal level. The scene was every bit as provocative and artful as the spanking scene, and Brie felt the urge to defend it. Yet when she studied the producer’s face, his expression let her know there would be no budging on this point.

  “Can I have an explanation, please?”

  Instead of answering her, Mr. Holloway stated, “You mentioned a meeting with the head trainer of the Dominant course at the Center. How did that go?”

  Brie saw the challenge in his eye, daring her to ask again about Marquis’ scene. She reluctantly accepted the change of subject, not wanting to lose her documentary over it, although she feared it would be a disappointment to Marquis Gray, a Dom she highly respected.

  “Master Nosh was busy, but I was told he might be willing to do an interview with me.”

  “I leave it up to you whether you want to pursue that further. I’m interested in what he has to say, but am unsure if it will have any relevance to your film. Where are you headed next?”

  “I plan to visit Mr. Wallace and Miss Wilson at the Sanctuary in Montana. I sent a wire, since I am unable to contact them by phone, and received confirmation a few days ago that I would be welcome to join the commune for a two-week stay.”

  “Now that I am interested in. Send me the raw footage when you’re done.”

  Brie was unsure why he was so fascinated with the commune, but thought it might have something to do with Mary. He’d shown an interest in her story when Brie was filming her first documentary. At the time, she’d assumed it was for purely professional reasons. Now she wasn’t so sure…

  “Certainly. I’ll send it to you first thing, Mr. Holloway. As for the rest, I plan to have all the shooting done and the basic editing complete before June.”

  “Before the wedding, then? A wise choice, Miss Bennett. I have no patience for people’s personal lives interfering with business.”

  “It won’t, Mr. Holloway. I assure you. Sir Davis and I are agreed that the filming comes first.”

  “Fine, then you may see yourself out.”

  She stood up and nodded respectfully to him before walking towards the door.

  “Don’t forget, Miss Bennett, I want that footage as soon as possible.”

  Brie smiled to herself. He really must have a thing for Mary. Too bad the girl was already taken…

  Since Sir was meeting with his lawyer in the same area of town, they met for lunch afterwards. She felt that familiar flush as she spied him sitting at a corner table. He looked so confident and handsome sitting there alone. It humbled Brie knowing that Sir was waiting for her, and the smile on his face when he spotted her across the room absolutely melted her heart.

  “Please sit,” he said, guiding her to the chair beside him. “I’ve already ordered an appetizer.”

  While Brie munched on the fresh fruit and cheeses he’d ordered, she explained how she’d fared in her meeting with Mr. Holloway. Underneath the table, Sir hiked up her skirt so he could stroke her smooth thigh.

  “It sounds as if he’s interested in your latest endeavor.”

  Brie smiled, unwilling to share her suspicions concerning Mr. Holloway’s true motivations. Sir hated gossips. Unless she had indisputable evidence, it was best to say nothing. “Yes, he continues to be interested in the documentary, but I’m really disappointed I’m losing the flogging scene.”

  “That is a shame, Brie,” he replied, slipping his hand between her legs. “I had hoped your father would see it and come to understand his daughter better.”

  She opened her legs to him, allowing her Master greater access.

  “Me too, Sir. It was a powerful scene on many levels.” Brie stopped eating, distracted by the electricity caused by his sensual touch.

  “Have another slice of apple,” Sir commanded gently as he swirled his finger over her clit.

  She suppressed the squeak that burst forth as she took a slice and bit into it. Sir was so wickedly bad.

  The waiter came up and smiled at Brie. “Miss, have you decided on a plate?”

  She looked at Sir, the heat rising to her cheeks as he increased the delightful pressure on her clit. “I…umm…”

  “We’ll share a plate of your cock stuffed with brie.”

  “Do you mean our stuffed chicken breast, sir?”

  “Exactly,” Sir replied with a smirk.

  “A fine choice,” the waiter complimented, turning to Brie and giving her a wink before leaving.

  “He seems to be smitten with you, my dear,” Sir growled, slowly sinking his finger into her. Brie held her breath and remained still, every fiber of her being concentrated on the pressure of his finger. “Eat,” he reminded her.

  She lifted the slice of apple to her lips, her gaze locked on to Sir’s. In a crowded restaurant, in the middle of the day, he was having his way with her. It was insanely sexy.

  When the waiter returned with their dish, Sir pulled his finger from her and sucked it in front of the man. “I do enjoy the taste of Brie in the afternoon.”

  “Certainly, sir.” The waiter placed the dish in front of them, adding, “The creamy texture of a good brie enhances the culinary experience.”

  Brie giggled, looking at Sir as she quipped, “So I’ve been told.”

  “If you require anything else, miss, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  She felt her Master’s hand return between her legs and let out a satisfied sigh. “Thank you, but I have everything I need.”

  “Very well,” the waiter answered, obviously discouraged by her dismissive tone.

  After he left, Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I do believe you just broke his young heart.”

  The heat in Brie’s cheeks increased as Sir resumed his forbidden caress. “Cut off a piece of that breast and feed it to me, téa.”

  She picked up the fork and knife with trembling hands, and attempted to slice through the bird while her pussy caught fire with need. She bit her lip in concentration as she brought the piece of succulent meat oozing with brie to his lips.

  “Look into my eyes,” he said before taking the bite.

  Brie gazed into them, a chill settling on her as her body primed for release.

  He nodded slightly, giving her permission…

  With a tiny squeak, she gave in to the fire. Her whole body shook as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

  Sir swallowed his bite and smiled. “Good girl…”

  He sucked his finger again, relishing her taste before taking the fork and knife from her. “Let me cut you a piece now.”

  Their meal was sensual and private, even though they were in the midst of a crowd. Sir had that unique and beautiful effect on her. She was sad when the check was paid and they were forced to go their separate ways.

  “I want you to set up your travel arrangements for the Montana trip when you get home. Unfortunately, I will not be able to join you.”

  “Traveling is much more pleasant when you’re with me,” Brie said, silently pleading he would change his mind.

  “However, it’s not a reality for us. As a film director, you will often find yourself traveling alone. The secret lies in how we structure our time apart.”

  Brie nodded, sighing with resignation.

  “You must keep a tight schedule if we are to wed this June,” he reminded her, taking Brie’s hand and kissing the ring on her finger.

  “Well, when you put it that way, Sir… I’ll be sure to make thos
e arrangements as soon as I get home.”

  “That’s better. We’ll discuss the logistics of our separation tonight.”

  As she walked to her car once they’d parted ways, Brie fought off the sense of sadness that washed over her. Any time apart was hard on her, but she was determined to succeed with this second film. The world would be a better place because of her sacrifice and dedication; she had to trust and believe in that.

  Big Sky Country

  Although she faithfully wrote to Tono Nosaka every week, it was rare for him to respond. She impatiently opened his letter, anxious to learn how Tono was faring in Japan.

  Dear Brie,

  It pleases me to hear your meeting with Mr. Holloway went well and that you’ve been given the green light to continue filming. Naturally, if we should meet again, I would be honored to film a session of Kinbaku for you, although the opportunity seems highly unlikely at this point.

  Despite my best efforts, my mother has become more discontented with time. To preserve my sanity, I took your recommendation to continue working on my modern take on Kinbaku. Chikako and I have made steady progress. It’s brought me much-needed peace and I thank you for being forthright in your suggestion.

  Against my mother’s wishes, I have passed on my father’s studio to a well-respected bakushi, a man worthy of continuing my father’s legacy. I have neither the time nor the interest to run it. If I am completely honest, I did not want the responsibility, knowing it would cement my fate here in Japan. Although I fully accept my duty, I still hope to return to America someday. It is a purely selfish desire, but to deny it would be foolish.

  I have not said anything until now, but I find it touching that you wear my orchid whenever you film. As you know, I admire your talent and am proud to be a part of the process—even if only in spirit. Please continue to send your letters. They are something I have come to look forward to each week.

  Enjoy your time at the commune. I’m certain it will be a fascinating experience. I trust Mr. Wallace will behave himself while you’re there. I would be remiss if I did not admit my concern. However, I know your Master is invested in your wellbeing and would not put you in harm’s way.

  In all things, I wish you continued growth and peace. Give my best to Sir Davis.

  Respectfully,

  Ren Nosaka

  Brie sighed as she placed Tono’s letter inside the silk satchel, along with the others he’d sent. She saw a vision of his warm, chocolate-brown eyes and smiled.

  “I’m praying you return home, Tono.”

  To her delight, Sir had insisted on taking her to the airport despite the earliness of her flight. He reached out as he drove, tenderly caressing her cheek. “Don’t fret. It is only a temporary separation.”

  “I know, Sir, but I dislike leaving you, especially now because of what’s happened to your mother.”

  “Although I appreciate your concern, I’ll be fine.”

  “But if you need me to return for any reason, do you promise to contact me?” she pleaded. “It’s going to be hard enough not talking to you while I’m at the commune, but I won’t be able to focus on this assignment unless I’m certain you will let me know if things get worse.”

  “If her condition changes, I will send for you,” he assured her.

  “Not having daily contact with you is going to kill me, Sir.”

  “However, we must abide by the rules of the commune,” he reminded her. “It’s not as if we haven’t been down this road before, when you were under Nosaka’s care, and we have our protocols set. It will not be as difficult as you think.”

  Brie wiggled in her seat, feeling the comforting presence of her jewelry as it pressed against her clit. Wearing the intimate jewelry would definitely help to comfort her when she found herself longing for him.

  “Keep your eye on the prize, Brie. I expect you to pursue it with dogged vigilance.”

  “I will, Sir,” she said, smiling sadly, “but my heart will be pining away for you.”

  “As long as it doesn’t affect the quality of your work,” he chided teasingly.

  “I promise to come back with footage that will amaze and astound you.”

  Sir chuckled as he parked the Lotus. “Mr. Holloway is the only one you need to impress, babygirl.”

  Before he left her at the airport, Sir kissed her deeply, prolonging the kiss so that all her attention was focused on him and nothing else. When he finally broke the contact, he smiled down at her.

  Brie sighed. “Your kisses are like magic for my soul.”

  He grazed her lips with his fingertips. “I’m in agreement with you.”

  Sir walked away, moving through the airport with a confident stride that caught the attention of those around him. She allowed herself a moment to mourn their separation before turning away and walking in the opposite direction with an equally confident stride. She was a film director. All her energy needed to be centered on that for the next two weeks. There was no time for sentimentality.

  Brie was surprised how far out the commune was from Whitefish, Montana. Truly, no one would stumble upon the place by accident. She knew she’d finally made it to her destination when she saw the gate, but there was no signage other than a warning posted on the gate that stated, Trespassers will be shot.

  She was unsure whether it was meant as a humorous warning or a serious threat.

  Brie saw there was a rusty intercom, and rolled down the car window to press the red button on the keypad. It crackled to life and a male voice with a distinctive drawl said, “State your name and order of business.”

  “Hello, I’m Brianna Bennett. Master Gannon is expecting me.”

  The intercom went dead. After several agonizing moments, it crackled again. “You may enter.”

  The gate creaked and complained as it slowly swung open. The secluded environment, the warning sign, the old equipment along with the thickly wooded area made Brie think of the movie Deliverance. She suddenly wondered if she should be concerned for her safety as she drove through the rusty gate.

  As Brie drove down the winding dirt road, images of rustic cabins, rocking chairs and men with overgrown beards crowded her mind. When she rounded the last bend, the wooded area opened up and revealed a delightful surprise.

  The commune was not a rundown cabin community at all. Oh, no…this establishment looked like a first-class resort. The main building was covered in scenic windows, multiple balconies and an elaborate stone patio that surrounded the entire structure.

  When she saw two men approaching her on the road, she slowed the car to a stop and unrolled her window again. “Is either of you Master Gannon?”

  “No, I am one of the Gatekeepers. Hand over your keys and your cell phone. Both will be returned to you when it’s time for you to leave.”

  Brie was startled by the demand, but got out of the rental car, grabbing her suitcase and camera equipment before handing over her keys.

  “Rajah will help with your luggage.”

  Rajah looked nothing like the mountain man she’d expected to see. He was tall and tan, with long dark hair and mischievous green eyes. Without asking permission, he grabbed her luggage and all her equipment before starting towards the building.

  The Gatekeeper noticed the concern on Brie’s face and assured her, “Rajah will take care of your belongings.”

  “But my camera equip—”

  “Gannon is waiting for you, Miss Bennett.”

  Brie understood that to mean she was wasting Master Gannon’s time. The last thing she wanted was to make a poor impression on the leader of the commune. It had been highly unusual to be invited as a guest, so she hastened towards the building.

  An older man who looked to be in his sixties stood waiting for her on the steps. He had the unusual combination of one brown and one blue eye, which instantly drew her attention. She had to force herself not to stare in order not to appear rude. Brie held out her hand and was relieved when he shook it cordially.

  “Thank
you for letting me visit your commune, Master Gannon.”

  “That’s simply Gannon to you.”

  “Yes, Gannon,” she replied, immediately correcting herself.

  A large black cat came up to him and rubbed against his legs. Master Gannon smiled as he picked it up. “So, Miss Bennett, what do you think of my utopia?”

  She glanced up at the impressive building before her. “The Sanctuary is nothing like I imagined.”

  “This has been my lifelong vision,” he stated proudly.

  “You have an exquisite imagination, sir.”

  “I knew it would become reality, but I had to be patient and invite the right people to share in my dream. Although I’ve agreed to let you join us for several weeks, you are not allowed to shoot footage of any of the buildings on the estate. I want to promote the idea that we live a simple life to the outside world.”

  “What am I allowed to film, then?”

  “Any outdoor activities. You may also interview interested members. However, the lush accommodations, as well as the exact location, must remain secret. I do not want our way of life disrupted by the curious and unvetted.”

  “Can I ask why you’ve agreed to let me film here if you want to keep your privacy?”

  “I hope my vision will inspire others like it. America has been bound by laws created by prudish misfits. It is time to open our minds and bodies to something greater.”

  “It seems you’re talking about more than just sexual freedom.”

  He cocked his head and smiled as he petted the cat. “You’re perceptive, Miss Bennett. Before I subject you to a political lecture, I suggest you seek out your friends. I believe they are waiting for you in the garden.”

  Brie turned in the direction he’d pointed to and spied Faelan standing next to a large fountain. She excused herself, giving the cat a scratch under its chin before leaving the Master.

  Todd Wallace looked leaner than she remembered, and she noticed a wildness in his eyes that she hadn’t seen before. It made the young Dom even more striking, but it unsettled her on a gut level she couldn’t understand. There was nothing sexual about his feral look.