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

  “Are you ready, téa?”

  She turned her head and smashed her face into his shirt, taking in Sir’s scent as she moved the Wand to the perfect spot to make her come quickly.

  Sir kissed her breasts before he trailed the tiny thorns across them…

  Brie ran the wheel over her breasts and gasped each time it came into contact with her sensitive nipples. “Oh!” she moaned. Brie lifted both instruments from her, panting from the effort.

  One more pass and she knew she would come. She deeply inhaled Sir’s scent before she gave in to the sensation of the wheel and wand. “Oh, oh, ooooooohhh….” she cried, tears coming to her eyes as she allowed the powerful release.

  “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear.

  Brie opened her eyes. She could have sworn she’d heard his voice, but was disappointed to find herself all alone. She turned off the Magic Wand and laid the wheel beside her, panting with pure satisfaction.

  That was when she heard the subtle squeak of a floorboard outside her room. She turned her head to see the movement of a shadow under the door before it disappeared.

  Brie blushed, wondering how loud she had been. She quietly put her toys back in the drawer but kept Sir’s shirt beside her, curling up in the bed and sighing.

  “Good night, Sir. Until tomorrow night…”

  She woke up to the savory smell of Tono’s favorite breakfast and emerged from her room to find him dishing up a bowl for her.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  She looked at the clock and protested, “It’s only six in the morning, Tono. I don’t think that qualifies me as a sleepyhead.”

  “We have too much to do to waste even a minute,” he said with a gentle smile as he handed the bowl to her.

  Master Anderson stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “Why the racket at this ungodly hour?”

  Tono proceeded to dish him up a bowl as well. “I did my best with the ingredients on hand. I hope you enjoy it.”

  Master Anderson stared at the mixture of rice, egg and vegetables. “There is no doubt I appreciate a hearty meal in the morning, but not this early.”

  “Brie needs to get to the hospital to check on Wallace. I was also wondering if I might use your facilities in the next day or two. I only need a single room. I would like to show her what I’ve been working on.”

  Brie perked up. “Oh, Tono, do you mind if I film it?”

  “Not at all. I’d be honored.”

  “I suggest you use the auditorium so it can be filmed on stage.”

  She turned to Master Anderson and beamed. “That would be perfect! Thank you.”

  “I have another favor to ask,” Tono said.

  “Certainly,” Master Anderson replied agreeably.

  “Could I use Lea, or will she be working this week?”

  “She does have work all week, but if you do it in the afternoon, there’s no reason she shouldn’t be able to take part. Of course, you’ll have to run it by her first.”

  “I’ll phone her,” Brie piped up. “I have to give her a hard time for not calling me yet.”

  Master Anderson gave her a guilty half-grin. “That would be my fault, young Brie. I asked her to leave you alone the first two days. Thane wanted it to be just the three of us the night you arrived, and I knew yesterday the Boy would need extra tending after meeting with his donor.”

  “You’re lucky you said something, or I would have ridden Lea’s ass for being a crappy friend. Dang, she’s probably as anxious as I am to get together.”

  Master Anderson slid his phone over to her with a sly grin. “Let’s find out.”

  Brie knew he was counting on the earliness of the hour to be a deterrent for Lea’s enthusiasm, but she was curious as well to see how her best friend would react to such an early call. She picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.

  When it went to voice mail, she hung up and called again. Just before it switched to voicemail again, Lea picked up and cried, “Noooooooooooooooooo!”

  “No what?” Brie giggled.

  “Wait. Brie? Is that you?”

  “Yeppers. What the hell are you sleeping in for?”

  “I didn’t go to bed until two-thirty, girlfriend.”

  “Three and a half hours of sleep should be more than enough.”

  Lea gave her a long raspberry.

  “Dang, I’ve missed you, woman,” Brie confessed.

  “I missed you too, although I forgot what a pain you can be.”

  “Don’t blame me—Master Anderson was the one who told me to call.”

  “No wonder his number showed up on my phone.”

  Master Anderson told Brie, “Inform Ms. Taylor that any plans for retribution had better be tempered by the knowledge that I am allowing her to film with you.”

  “What was that?” Lea asked.

  “Master Anderson is going to let you scene with Tono!”

  “Wait… Did you say Tono? What’s he doing back in the States?”

  “He’s Todd’s donor.”

  “Get out!”

  “Seems they share the same rare blood type,” Brie told her, smiling at Tono.

  “Man, Faelan’s been so negative about the transplant I didn’t think he was going to go through with it.”

  “Luckily, Tono is a very convincing man.”

  “Oh yes, he is,” Lea purred.

  Brie grinned into the phone. “Lucky for you, he wants to show off his new rope tricks. Do you mind if I film the session?”

  Lea squealed. “Of course not, Brie! But you’d better hang up now, because I’ll need my beauty sleep if I’m going to be on camera. Last thing I need is to have the dark circles under my eyes distracting people from my gorgeous boobs.”

  “Diva,” Brie teased. She stared at Tono critically and commented, “You know, Tono doesn’t have dark circles, and he’s suffering from jetlag.”

  “I need my sleep, Stinky Cheese.”

  “Fine, but you’d better be perky when I see you, Miss Thing.”

  “No worries, I’ll be perky like virgin tits.”

  Brie giggled. “Before I let you go, I have a joke for you.”

  “No way. Lay it on me, girlfriend.”

  “How do you know you’re kinky?”

  “Tell me, tell me!”

  “You know you’re kinky if your favorite dessert is hot-cross buns and you don’t even like sweets.”

  Silence met her punch line.

  Brie protested. “Seriously, Lea, I laugh at your stupid jokes.”

  “Oh wait, was that supposed to be the joke?”

  “You weenie!”

  Lea giggled hysterically.

  “You’re a butt. Go back to bed,” Brie said, hanging up on Lea’s wild laughter.

  She shook her head, sliding the phone back to Master Anderson. “After all the bad jokes she’s made me endure…”

  “In her defense, it wasn’t funny,” Tono stated.

  “It’s not supposed to be funny, Tono. That’s the whole point.”

  Master Anderson chuckled. “She got you good.”

  “You’re as evil as she is,” Brie grumbled, shoveling rice into her mouth, but inside she was laughing.

  One point for you, Lea the Lame.

  Before they left for the hospital, Brie made one more quick call. “Hey, Autumn, it’s Brie. I know it’s early, but I’m in town and a dear friend of mine has agreed to do a Kinbaku demonstration for my film. Only hitch is that it’ll be happening in the next couple of days. I would love for you to see it. Lea is going to be his partner for the scene, and I think you would enjoy seeing her in action.”

  “Oh, my goodness, Brie, thanks for the invitation, and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but I don’t want to be in your film.”

  Brie laughed. “Don’t worry, the camera will be focused solely on Tono and Lea. Let me sweeten the pot by promising no one else will be there.”

  Autumn asked hesitantly, “Are they going to have sex?”

 
“No, this is simply bondage. His rope art is breathtaking. You don’t want to miss it.”

  “You’re sure I won’t get in the way?”

  “Not at all. You’ll be keeping me company while they perform.”

  “Well, if that’s the case, I would love to come. I’ve got a few days of vacation left from work, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Just tell me where and when.”

  After talking to Autumn, Brie grabbed her purse so she could leave with Tono, and they headed to the hospital.

  Faelan was in a foul mood when Brie arrived. While Tono met with the surgeon performing the operation, Brie faced the angry brute alone.

  “Good morning, Todd. I see you haven’t eaten yet,” she stated, looking at his untouched tray of food.

  Faelan glared at her. “Turn around and leave.”

  “What’s all the hostility for?”

  “I feel like shit and I want to be left alone.”

  “I’ll be happy to leave after you eat a solid meal.”

  “I’m not hungry,” he growled.

  “Hungry or not, you have to give your body the nutrients it needs to heal after the operation.”

  “Fine, I’ll eat later,” he said dismissively.

  “Fine, you’ll eat now,” Brie answered, taking his fork and stabbing the rubbery eggs with the tines. “Here you go…” she said, handing him the fork.

  He folded his arms and glared at her.

  “Now, Todd, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can eat these eggs like a big boy, or I will be forced to take drastic measures.”

  His glare burned like acid, but Brie met it without cringing. “Last chance or suffer the consequences, big guy.”

  When he didn’t budge, she put the fork down and left. She heard him snort in triumph as she closed the door. Did he seriously think he’d won?

  Brie talked to the nurse in charge, who readily agreed to her request. “His refusal to eat has been a sticking point with me. If this works, I’ll thank you personally.”

  A few minutes later, Brie returned with a covered dish and smiled sweetly at Faelan. “Do you know what happens to big bad Doms who refuse to eat their food?” She removed his breakfast tray, replacing it with her new dish. Brie lifted the lid with a flourish. “They get spoon fed like a little baby.”

  He looked down at the oatmeal and snarled in disgust.

  “Last chance, Todd. Will it be eggs or oatmeal?”

  “Neither,” he huffed, looking towards the window.

  “Fine, oatmeal it is.”

  Brie scooped up a spoonful and made airplane noises as she brought it to his lips.

  “Get that away from me.”

  “Come on, Wolffie, don’t make me bring out the big guns.”

  He clamped his mouth shut and ignored her.

  Not in the least bit discouraged, she rolled the tray out of the way and lowered the railing on his bed. Being mindful of the many tubes and monitors connected to him, she carefully mounted the bed and straddled him.

  She heard the beeping of the heart monitor increase, and hoped it wouldn’t trigger any alarms at the nurse’s station.

  Faelan stared at her in disbelief as she leaned forward and sensually grazed his lips with the spoon.

  “Come on, open those pouty lips and eat this for Mary.”

  His blue eyes stared at her, unblinking.

  Brie was sure he was going to call security and order her to leave, but to her relief he slowly parted his lips. She smiled as she fed him the first bite. “Good job.” After he’d finished the whole bowl, Brie pulled out the piece of candy she’d been saving.

  “For being so good, you deserve a piece of chocolate,” she announced, holding it out to him. Chocolate held a special place in her heart after her auction session with him. She’d never forgotten the driving beat as they’d performed their chocolate dance together.

  Brie proceeded to unwrap the candy and put it to his lips. “You earned it.” When he wouldn’t take a bite, she bit into the decadent chocolate and purred, “Best chocolate in the world…”

  She lifted it to his lips again and was pleased when he opened his mouth, taking the bite.

  “Isn’t it sooooo good?”

  He chewed it and swallowed, his eyes never leaving hers. “Brie.”

  “Yes?”

  “Why are you doing this? Why has Davis bothered to do all this for me?”

  She stared at him in shock. “Not only are you my friend, but you trained with Sir. We both care about what happens to you.”

  He rolled his eyes, but she could tell it meant something to him.

  Brie licked her fingers to get the last of the rich chocolate and smiled at Faelan. “When I saw you and Mary together at the commune, I was so happy.”

  “How is Mary—really?”

  “She’s working hard to be whole again, but as strong as she is, she cries whenever she talks about you.”

  “I want to believe it, Brie.”

  “I would never lie to you.”

  He touched her cheek lightly. “No, blossom, you never have.”

  Ghosts of the Past

  “Brie, there’s something I feel I must do before I leave Denver, but I would like you to join me,” Master Anderson stated.

  She tilted her head, curious what he was asking of her. “Of course, Master Anderson, I would love to. But what’s this about?”

  “Thane suggested closure would help me break away from Denver cleanly.”

  She looked at him with sympathy, “Is this about Amy?”

  Master Anderson closed his eyes. When he opened them again, she saw intense pain reflected in his jade-colored gaze. “Not just Amy.”

  “Do you mean her husband?”

  He nodded.

  “That’s a huge step,” she said, feeling only compassion for the man.

  “The move is forcing it on me. If Thane’s right, it must be done before I leave.”

  “I think you’re doing the right thing.”

  “I don’t want her feeling sorry for me, so that’s where you come in. Since Amy already believes we’re a couple, do you mind continuing that ruse a while longer?”

  Brie smiled. “Not at all, Master Anderson. I’ll speak to Sir about it tonight.”

  “Good. I’ve set it up to meet them at lunch tomorrow. I should warn you that their baby will be joining us.”

  “Aww…”

  “Not ‘aww’,” he reprimanded. “It will only be a distraction.”

  She shook her head. “I must respectfully correct you, Master Anderson. The baby is not an it.”

  He smiled, his green eyes showing a hint of the old spark. “Fine, the child is not an it, but he’ll be a distraction.”

  “Oh, so they had a little boy and not a girl?”

  Master Anderson nodded, complaining, “I hope it doesn’t cry through the whole damn lunch.”

  Brie gave him a disapproving look.

  He sighed angrily. “I meant he.”

  “I know you did,” she said with a gentle smile. “I think this meeting is long overdue,” she added, wrapping her arms around Master Anderson’s muscular waist.

  Master Anderson took Brie to the Italian café where they’d run into Amy before. He explained as he helped her out of the truck, “I figure I might as well confront her at our favorite restaurant.”

  Brie took his hand in hers. “You’re not confronting Amy, you’re letting her go.”

  She saw the flicker of pain return, but he nodded. “That’s right, I’m letting her go.”

  The redhead waved the two over as soon as they entered the establishment. Master Anderson escorted Brie to the table, whispering, “I want you to address me as Master.”

  Brie was surprised by the request but answered amiably, “Of course, Master.”

  Amy and Troy stood as they approached. There was no disputing that they were a striking couple. Amy, with her long red hair, sun-kissed freckles and big green eyes, and Troy, who was her perfect complement with his
dark hair, dark eyes and five o’ clock shadow. But it was the man’s smile that caught Brie’s attention—it was genuine and kind.

  Troy shook Master Anderson’s hand first. “It’s good to see you, Brad.” He looked at Brie and took her hand with a warm, firm grip. “And a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bennett.”

  She smiled, responding to his natural charm. “Please call me Brie.”

  Amy walked over to Master Anderson and gave him a tentative hug. “I can’t tell you how glad I am that you asked us to lunch, especially at our favorite restaurant.”

  Brie saw him tense as she hugged him, but Master Anderson forced a smile. “It’s good to see you again, Amy. Been far too long.”

  Amy hugged Brie next. “Great to see you again, too.”

  “Likewise. I see your bun is out of the oven.”

  Amy giggled. “Yes, he is!”

  Troy lifted the baby carrier, saying apologetically, “I’m sorry, he just fell asleep.”

  Brie peeked under the hood of the carrier and grinned, whispering, “What a handsome little guy.” She looked up at Master Anderson, who was staring warily at the baby. “Don’t you think so, Master?”

  She noticed that Troy shifted uneasily upon hearing her call Master Anderson by that title.

  “Yes, Brie, he looks to be a healthy child. That’s what’s important, right?” Master Anderson said, chuckling uncomfortably.

  Brie suspected the forced laughter stemmed from his uneasiness, so she joined in by giggling, hoping the others wouldn’t notice. “Yes, and he’s a cutie, Amy. A real charmer.”

  “Such a good baby too,” Amy said proudly, looking down at her sleeping child. “Brandon has been a dream come true for us.”

  Troy carefully placed the carrier on the chair between the two of them before asking, “Would either of you care for some wine?”

  “Please,” Brad answered without hesitation.

  Troy raised his hand and the server immediately came over. “Yes, Mr. Dawson?”

  “Our friends would like some wine.”

  The waitress stared brazenly at Master Anderson when she asked, “Which would you prefer, sir?”