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

  “I do.”

  “Do you agree to live under these rules?”

  Mary looked apprehensively at Brie.

  Brie understood how hard this was for her, and was relieved when Mary answered with a quiet, “Yes.”

  “Then kneel at my feet and accept this collar.”

  Brie held her breath as she watched Mary slowly kneel. The girl had never worn a collar—claimed she couldn’t stand them—and yet there she was, kneeling at Captain’s feet to receive the one he offered.

  Captain looked down at her with sympathy, and in that moment Brie thought he was truly the handsomest man on Earth. After he’d fastened the black leather collar around her neck, he put his hand on her head. “Until the day I remove this collar, you are under my protection and care. You are to address me as Vader for the duration of your stay.”

  Mary gave him a questioning look. “Why?”

  “My heritage is Dutch. As I am head of this house and caretaker to you, it is fitting you should address me as father.”

  The significance of the moment was not lost on Brie. Captain was taking on that role in Mary’s life so he could help her to replace the cruel memories of her past with new, healthier ones. However, Brie was stunned to see tears streaming down Mary’s face when she lifted her head and said in the barest of whispers, “Thank you, Vader.”

  Captain spoke to Sir. “Thank you for delivering her to me. My pet and I look forward to aiding in her re-education.”

  “Dr. Reinstrum will call you soon to set up her counseling sessions.”

  “I’ve already contacted him and it has been arranged.”

  “Perfect.”

  “Since you’ve had a long day, why don’t you head home? She will be fine here.”

  Before Sir agreed, he asked Mary, “Miss Wilson, are you comfortable with us leaving?”

  She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Yes. I am, Sir.”

  “You understand the rare privilege Captain has bestowed on you. I expect you to take full advantage of this opportunity for growth.”

  Captain placed his hand back on Mary’s head. “Between my pet and I, I’m confident we can help her to overcome the barriers that hold her back.”

  Candy looked up lovingly at Captain. “My Master has a very big heart.”

  With his hand still on Mary’s head, Captain cradled Candy’s chin. “You are a pleasure to spoil, pet.” He kissed her gently, fingering the collar around her neck.

  It was a romantic scene that melted Brie’s heart. Yes, there was hope for Mary in this home. Captain was a stern Dom and would not put up with her insolence, while Candy understood the pain of abuse. Together, they could prove to be exactly what Mary needed.

  “Pet, you may tell your friend goodbye.”

  Candy walked over and hugged Brie. “It’s so good to see you again. I hope we’ll see more of each other from now on.”

  “Me too, Candy.”

  Captain looked down at Mary. “You, I need to think of a name for.” He stared down at her for several moments and said with finality, “Your name will be lief in my home.”

  “What does it mean, Vader?” Mary asked.

  “Before I answer, I want you to tell me what you think it means.”

  She blushed with humiliation when she answered. “Lost?”

  He shook his head, smiling kindly at her. “I thought you might say something like that, but you would be wrong. It means well-behaved child. Now, lief, say goodbye to your good friend.”

  Captain lifted his hand from her head and Mary rocked on her heels and stood. The expression on her face was a mixture of relief and fear as she approached Brie.

  Brie could appreciate her concerns. Captain had placed the burden of extremely high expectations on Mary, and the girl was unsure she could meet them. Brie whispered in her ear, “It’s going to be okay. You’re home.”

  Mary gasped softly, only nodding in response.

  Brie had never seen Blonde Nemesis like this before—humble, weak and vulnerable. It was actually endearing, and made her want to hug the crap out of Mary. She surprised Brie even further when she didn’t resist the embrace, resting her chin on Brie’s shoulder and hugging her back.

  Brie closed her eyes and smiled, filled with a sense of real hope.

  Ice Goddess

  It was wonderful to return to their own apartment. Brie had missed its familiar smells.

  “Undress,” Sir commanded as soon as he’d shut the door.

  She was delighted to shed her clothes, all except the belt she’d worn the entire trip. She had forgotten about it after picking up Mary, but was very much aware of it now as she presented herself to Sir, kneeling at his feet.

  “It’s good to be home,” he said, sighing with contentment as he lightly touched her head. “Stand and serve your Master, téa.”

  Brie stood before him, purring when he caressed her cheek.

  “I have teased you, but now the time has come to satisfy you,” he stated as he pulled on the belt around her waist.

  “I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since we boarded the plane in Russia,” she confessed as they strolled down the hall together.

  Once they reached the bedroom, he ordered, “Stand behind the bed, legs spread, hands behind your back.”

  A few minutes ago, Brie had been ready to collapse on her Master’s bed and fall asleep. Now she was staring at it with tingles of anticipation coursing through her body.

  “I like having an array of familiar instruments at my fingertips,” Sir called out as he scavenged through his tools in the closet.

  “I like it too, Master.”

  She grinned when she heard his low, manly laughter.

  Sir returned with a spreader bar, leather cuffs, and a bundle of rope, which he laid on the bed before her. He lit a single candle on the nightstand and took off his shirt, exposing his handsome chest covered in dark hair with the lowercase ‘t’ resting prominently over his heart. The sight of him was swoon-worthy.

  With tenderness, he placed the leather cuffs on her wrists, making sure they were tight, then attached them to the spreader bar. “Lift your arms,” he commanded huskily.

  This was new for her. Normally Sir used the spreader bar on her legs. She lifted her arms above her head and he took the rope, tying it to the bar. Then he strung the rope through a ring above her head and pulled it tight.

  “Oh!” she gasped, liking the feel of the restraint.

  “Keep your legs spread,” he commanded as he pulled it tighter, causing her to tiptoe for him. He finished off the knot and stood back to admire her.

  “Wait…”

  He riffled through their luggage and produced her fur-lined snow boots. “I liked seeing you in these.” He slipped them on and laced them up. “There. Now you look the part of my sexy ice goddess.”

  She basked in his gaze, her stomach fluttering as his hands traveled over her body, purposely avoiding her most sensitive areas and driving her wild because of it.

  How was it possible, after all this time, that she still reacted so intensely to his touch? Brie never imagined that love could be this tangible and real—a part of her being. This wasn’t lust that would dull over time; this was a penetrating love that now defined her.

  “I love you, Master…”

  “I love you, téa.” Sir turned her head to face him and kissed her passionately on the lips. She swayed in his embrace, losing her balance but completely supported by her bindings—a willing but helpless plaything for her Master.

  Sir took full advantage of her helplessness, telling her, “There’s one more thing needed to make this scene complete.”

  He left her side and she listened to his echoing footsteps as he walked out of the room and down the hall. Brie shivered in expectation, wondering what surprise he had for her when she heard his footsteps return.

  Sir pressed his body against her back, leaning forward to lightly nibble on her ear. “You’re so hot, téa.”

  She shrieked whe
n she felt ice against her clit and automatically clamped her legs shut, trying to protect herself from the cold.

  “Tsk, tsk…”

  “I was surprised, Master,” Brie explained. “I’m sorry.” With determination, Brie repositioned herself, leaving her legs wide open to suffer his wicked attention.

  “Did you like Rytsar’s ice vibrator?” he asked, pressing the ice against her pussy. “I could always order one for the closet.”

  Brie panted, forcing herself not to move even though her body violently resisted the spine-tingling chill the ice caused. “I prefer a hard cock and hot come, Master.”

  Sir chuckled in her ear as he slowly forced the half-moon of ice deep inside her. “Close your legs, téa. Let it melt. I plan to thoroughly fuck my ice goddess.”

  Brie looked upwards, biting her lip as she crossed her legs together, keeping the ice from slipping out as it chilled her from the inside. Her nipples became hard while goosebumps rose on her skin. Sir took notice and started tugging on her pert nipples.

  She leaned her head back, hanging from the bar and moaning as water dripped from her pussy onto the floor.

  “You like having your nipples played with.”

  Brie moaned louder as he rolled them between his fingers and answered, “You know how to send an electrical current straight to my sweet spot, Master. I’m desperate for you, even though I hate the cold.”

  “I, on the other hand, am anticipating it. Your chilled pussy is going to take a pounding.”

  More of the water spilled out in response to his words.

  Sir played with the rope, loosening it so she was left bent over the bed but not quite touching it. He secured the rope again and stood behind her. “Seeing you bent over like this is such a turn-on, téa. Your perfect ass displayed and your pussy dripping for me.”

  Brie purred as the last of the melting ice trickled to the floor.

  Sir moved into position behind her and fisted her hair, pulling Brie’s head back. “Grab on to the bar and prepare to be royally fucked.”

  Brie wrapped her cuffed hands around the bar for greater support and closed her eyes when Sir grabbed her waist with his other hand, using it for leverage. He waited, building up the anticipation before plowing his hard cock into her.

  The warmth of his shaft shattered the icy cold and Brie cried out in pleasure.

  Sir’s groan was low and primal, stirring the flames of her desire. Bound as she was, their movement was not hindered by friction from the bed, and she rocked into him with every thrust. He pulled her head back farther as he ramped up the pace, and soon the thrusts came so hard and fast that Brie felt the flutterings of subspace.

  Sir suddenly pulled out and let go of her hair. Brie whimpered in protest.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, slipping his finger inside and simply resting it against her G-spot. His energetic thrusting had made her hyper-sensitive, and that simple pressure caused her to come around his finger. She let go of the bar and lost herself in the intensity of it.

  “Good. I’m going to fuck you again. Hold on to the bar.”

  Brie grabbed the bar as he took her hips with both hands and pounded her with much greater force. Sir’s breath came in short, raspy grunts from sheer effort as he gave it everything he had.

  Brie began screaming nonsensical words as she took the onslaught, loving the carnal brutality of it. Never wanting it to end…

  Sir stopped again, and with quick movements he untied the rope, lowering her onto the bed, his cock still buried inside her. Sir pressed the full weight of his body against her as he came. Brie moaned, feeling his cock pulse with each powerful release.

  Her eyes fluttered closed and she came for him—again.

  “Get your ass over here. I have to get out of this place now!” Mary screamed into the phone. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, but she was already begging to leave.

  “What happened? Did Captain hurt you?” Brie asked, genuinely concerned.

  Her question grabbed Sir’s attention and he stopped working to listen.

  “Yes, I have been forever scarred by what I have seen. It was totally gross!”

  Brie looked over at Sir, shrugging to let him know it wasn’t serious. “What happened exactly?”

  “Those two…together…they’re horrifyingly cute, in a sickening way that makes me want to puke.”

  “What did you see?”

  “Oh, my God! Here he is, this badass Dom, and he’s petting Candy all the time, telling her how pretty she is and spoiling the bitch with little treats.”

  Brie couldn’t believe Mary was being so rude and disrespectful of both Captain and Candy. “What the hell is your problem, Mary? You have no right to judge them!”

  “Forgive me. I forgot I was talking to the biggest cheeseball of them all. Of course you would defend their behavior.”

  “Here I thought something serious had happened, and you’re crying uncle because they’re being sweet to each other?”

  “It’s disgusting, damn it! And he makes me sit in the corner and watch.”

  “What? Watch them having sex?”

  “Hell, no. I could handle that. Instead, I’m forced to observe while he feeds her little bites from his plate, strokes her hair whenever they watch TV and kisses her goodnight before he chains her to the bed. OMG, it’s more than any sane person can take.”

  “Before you say another word, answer me this. Has Captain mistreated you in any way?”

  “Other than scarring me for life?”

  Brie was not amused.

  “He’s been a complete gentleman—too much of a gentleman for my tastes.”

  “Why the heck are you calling me, then?” Brie asked. “You do realize how lucky you are that they took you in, right? You should go to Captain right now and bow at his feet. Thank him for taking in such an unworthy, sniveling worm.”

  “Shut up, Brie. You’re such a fucking asshole!”

  “You’re the one out of line here, bitch. Anytime anyone shows you a lick of kindness, you stomp all over them like they did something wrong.” Brie was shaking with repressed anger and growled, “I still can’t get over what you did to Todd.”

  “What I did?!”

  “Yes. You disobeyed a direct order, one he only had in place for your sake—and yet, before he left, he told me to take care of you. Even after all the shit you put him through.”

  “Oh, boo hoo… What else did he tell you?” she demanded.

  “He said he was leaving the commune, but refused to tell me where he was headed.”

  “Hah!” Mary grumbled. “I don’t fucking believe you. Yeah, I bet the two of you had a grand old time going over a long laundry list of my faults.”

  “You’re a real piece of work, you know that? You don’t deserve him, Mary. All Todd ever did was put your needs above his, and all you can do is bitch about him.”

  Sir took the phone from Brie. “Miss Wilson, this conversation has gotten out of hand. Is Captain treating you well? Fine, then show him the respect he deserves and don’t call here again until you have learned something worth sharing.”

  Sir handed Brie the phone back with a disappointed look on his face.

  “She just gets me so riled sometimes,” Brie complained.

  “With Miss Wilson, you must tread lightly. She already feels worthless, which explains her defensive tactics. When you tell her things such as she doesn’t deserve Mr. Wallace, you only feed into her fears of worthlessness. Is that what you intended?”

  Brie frowned. “No, but I just want her to admit she’s wrong to treat people that way.”

  “I chose Captain to watch over her because of his background. He won’t be swayed by her outbursts. Let the man do his job without undermining his efforts.”

  She hated that she’d made a mess of things, and bowed at his feet. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Look at me,” Sir commanded.

  Brie looked up hesitantly, her lip trembling.

  “I understand your ang
er towards Miss Wilson. She’s been disrespectful to your friends and you felt the need to lash out. What she needs, however, is something you can’t provide. Step back and let Miss Wilson work through her issues under Captain’s guidance. Don’t answer the phone if she calls again. She’s been instructed to call me if she’s being mistreated.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Rather than worrying about Miss Wilson, I want you to unpack our things while you concentrate your thoughts on tonight’s outing.”

  She looked at him questioningly. Sir answered that look with a smile, telling her, “I’m taking you to The Haven, my dear. And I have wicked plans for you.” Sir held out his hand and helped her back to her feet.

  It was like magic.

  Like the night before, Sir had completely changed her mindset within a matter of seconds. Brie had expected to putter around for the next few days, recovering from their weeks of travel. Instead, Sir had them moving on with life, headed in a most delightful direction.

  Triggers

  Brie hadn’t visited The Haven in over two months. She was excited at the prospect of seeing old friends and meeting new members who’d joined recently. The club had seen a significant influx in membership after the documentary, and had become the happening place in LA for kinksters.

  She glanced at the mirror as she dressed in the vinyl outfit Sir had gifted her. The top was a sexy combination of a black corset with laces up the front and a hood in the back, attached to a high-low skirt that flowed like a long cape. The bottoms of the outfit consisted of simple short shorts, which were scandalously tiny. She felt like a vinyl priestess when she put it on, and twirled several times to admire the flow of the skirt. The outfit was outside Sir’s normal tastes, but she liked it very much.

  When Brie emerged from the bedroom, Sir let out a long whistle. “That looks killer on you, babygirl.”

  After twirling for him, she gushed, “Thank you, Master. I love it.”

  He held out his hand and she took it, standing gracefully before him. “My pleasure, téa. I like showing off my sub. Others can look, but they can’t touch.”