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

  “More like provoke them,” Sir answered, glancing at his bare chest.

  Brie giggled.

  Master Anderson frowned at her. “You find this humorous, young Brie?”

  “Yes, I find your situation very entertaining, Master Anderson.”

  He grumbled as he went to wash his hands in the sink. “Let’s forget about Ms. Courtney and focus on my plans for tonight.” Nodding at Brie, he said, “You’ll be wearing a corset and mini-skirt for the event, and you…” He faced Sir. “I want you wearing dress slacks and my favorite tie, loverboy.”

  Sir raised an eyebrow. “What kind of place is this?”

  “Ha! You’re going to have to trust me, bud.”

  “You are aware I don’t trust you.”

  Master Anderson grinned, throwing the wet hand towel at Sir. “Which is what makes this all the more fun for me.”

  Sir caught it nimbly and set it on the counter. “Maybe I should change my plans and take the last flight out tonight.”

  “Don’t you dare! It’s taken me how long to get you to come to Denver? You’re not bailing out on me now.”

  Brie could tell Sir enjoyed having the upper hand, but also knew he liked Master Anderson far too much to follow through on his threat.

  “Fine, but no more groping.”

  Master Anderson put his hands up the air in a gesture of surrender. “Agreed. Now why don’t we head on over to the Academy? I’m anxious to show you what I’ve done with the place.”

  As they were walking out to Master Anderson’s massive truck, he whispered to Brie, “Is she watching at the window?”

  Brie looked back. “Affirmative.”

  With a sly glance at Brie, Master Anderson pinched Sir’s butt.

  Sir swatted his hand away in irritation. “Better watch it, Brad. I’ll kiss you in front of that neighbor of yours. By the time I’m done with you, she’ll be hounding you every minute of every day.”

  Master Anderson grinned. “I always knew you had a crush on me.”

  Sir laughed as he opened the passenger door for Brie. “I think it’s the other way around, cowboy.”

  Brie giggled as she jumped into the truck, settling between the two men. How lucky was she? She didn’t miss her chance to wave enthusiastically at Courtney as they drove away.

  When they arrived at the Denver Academy, Sir exited the truck and stood quietly, admiring the large converted warehouse. “Okay, I am officially impressed by the size of the building.”

  Master Anderson took them inside, showing off the many amenities of his training center as he explained in detail everything he’d done to the place.

  “Brad, this is exceptional,” Sir stated when the tour was finished. “Every kind of play is possible here. What a brilliant facility.”

  “And the cost of the building was next to nothing,” Master Anderson declared proudly.

  “Your business degree certainly paid off for you.”

  Master Anderson nodded. “Best decision I ever made, heading back to college.”

  “Are you sure you can give the place up?”

  Brie turned to Sir, startled by the question. Her eyes drifted over to Master Anderson as she waited for his response.

  “I’d be lying if I said this was going to be easy.” He caressed the back of one of the leather seats in the auditorium. “I was able to perfect what you had in LA.”

  “I see that.”

  “However, it’s been difficult heading the business side of things as well as the program itself. There’s a real appeal to serving only as Headmaster.”

  Brie stared at him, almost afraid to breathe. Was she hearing him right? Was Master Anderson coming back to the Submissive Training Center as Headmaster of the school?

  “As worthy as your work here has been, there’s no way to create a life outside of it. Time is your enemy, my friend.”

  Master Anderson raised his eyebrow. “Actually, time has been my ally.”

  “In avoiding life.”

  He chuckled. “I resemble that remark.”

  Sir slapped Master Anderson on the back, and they both laughed. “You’ve been missed, old friend, and I know the Submissive Training Center will benefit from your leadership. I said that the first time I recommended you for the position.”

  “Were you surprised that you weren’t asked?” Master Anderson inquired as they headed back outside.

  “Of course not. I stepped down from the position because I broke protocol—there’s no recovering from that.”

  Brie looked up at him sadly, knowing she was the cause.

  “Oh, no, Brie,” Sir admonished. “There’s no reason to feel remorse. I wouldn’t give you up for a hundred Headmaster positions.”

  Brie said nothing, but she bound those words to her heart.

  Sir turned his attention back to Master Anderson. “So what about your staff? Are any returning with you?”

  It was the question Brie had been longing to ask the minute she’d heard he was returning, and she waited with bated breath to hear his answer.

  “Ms. Clark is going to stay. Her previous experience at the Center makes her invaluable to this program. As for Baron, he jumped at the chance to return home.”

  “What about Lea?” Brie blurted.

  Master Anderson smiled down at her, a look of sympathy on his face. “Ms. Taylor is still deciding.”

  Brie did her best to hide her disappointment. It was obvious that, as much as Lea loved her as a friend, she loved Ms. Clark more. It was a difficult truth for Brie to wrap her heart around, even though she understood it.

  “Will you be returning to LA soon?” Sir inquired.

  “Yes. The Training Center hasn’t given me much time. Luckily, my Academy has already garnered notice in Denver, and I have a group of investors lined up to meet with me this coming week.”

  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.”

  “Why do you say that?”

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

  Master Anderson let out a snorting laugh. “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.

  “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 overall?”

  “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 loo
ked up, appearing to examine the equipment suspended above the stage.

  “Don’t tell me you killed them.”

  Sir gave a disinterested shrug. “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 he laughed. “Me, have children? What a ludicrous thought.”

  Before heading out for the evening, Sir informed Brie that he had something special to add to her outfit as he handed 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 tonight, I plan on entertaining myself.” 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. It 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 it when he teased her!

  “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 with impatience, but with a respectful attitude.”

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

  Master Anderson whistled when he saw the two approach. “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 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 out of the foothills and into the heart of downtown Denver. The historic buildings mixed with modern chain restaurants and shopping malls were 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 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 song. 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 enchanting 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 killer drop. The deeper the better.”

  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 to take it all in.

  “I want to live here,” Brie exclaimed, 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 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 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 raised her glass to 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 have a chance 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, Sir! 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 Brie. The warmth of the vodka, the tension of the vibrator and intensity of the erotic music had her floating on a sensual high, and she quickly peaked, welcoming the sensation as she orgasmed for her Master.

  “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 enjoy, so she walked over to him and whispered in his ear. He nodded his approval as he stood, moving back to the railing as he watched 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 from afar. 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 alluring, 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.