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

  Brie’s heart started racing. She was terrified she would say the wrong thing and screw it up. “I know how you feel about Ms. Clark, but have you ever wondered why nothing’s happened between you? I mean, you did tell her how you felt, right?”

  “Yeah, I’ve told her a few times, but you have to understand that Mistress Clark isn’t one to jump into relationships quickly—not after Rytsar.”

  It seemed hopeless. Lea was never going to give up on Ms. Clark. Brie put her brownie down and exhaled. “I can’t lie—the idea of having you come back to LA thrills me to death. I’ve missed you so much, girlfriend.”

  “I’ve missed you too, Brie. You know that!” Lea leaned over and gave Brie a hug as she stole another brownie off the plate.

  “Don’t you miss the big city, Lea? There’s nothing quite like Los Angeles. And the ocean…remember lying on the beach and listening to the waves come in?”

  Lea took a bite and purred. “Oh, I do miss tanning on the beach. And all those hunks in swimming trunks…”

  “You know, if Autumn and Tono hook up, they might end up in LA. He has a loyal following there. And as far as Ms. Clark…” Brie stepped carefully, formulating her next words. “You don’t want to be that girl who pacifies a lonely heart.”

  Lea stated defiantly, “I love her, Brie.”

  Brie put her arms around Lea. “I know you do. I’ve never doubted it. Ms. Clark must know that too, which makes me question why she hasn’t pursued the relationship. Damn it, Lea, you deserve a lover who will pursue you with dogged determination.”

  “She’s hurt, Brie. It’s not easy for her.”

  “Sir was hurt, but he couldn’t let me go when I decided to walk away.”

  Lea’s eyes lit up. “That’s it! I’ll tell everyone I’m headed to LA. When Mistress Clark realizes what she’s losing, she’s bound to make her move.”

  Brie frowned. “But what if she doesn’t?”

  Lea popped the rest of the brownie into her mouth. After swallowing, she shrugged and said, “Then I suppose it wasn’t meant to be.”

  But Brie didn’t miss the glint in her eye. “It’s a crazy plan, Lea.”

  She smiled. “It’s the crazy ones that usually work.”

  “So if the worst happens and Ms. Clark doesn’t realize what an incredible catch you are, will you stay in LA?”

  “Of course, but don’t get your hopes up, ’cause I see a bright, shiny collar in my future.”

  She knew Lea’s heart was going to be broken, no matter what she did. Her only consolation was that she could be there for Lea when it all came crashing down.

  Brie tossed and turned that night, but eventually fell asleep secure in the knowledge she would soon be in Sir’s arms.

  “Brie, I want to try something new,” he told her in a husky voice.

  She trembled, loving the idea of exploring something new with her Master, especially when it was something he desired.

  “I’m all yours, Master.”

  “This will challenge you in ways you’ve never experienced.”

  She was even more excited and purred, “I look forward to it.”

  “It demands your trust and complete cooperation.”

  “Of course, Master. You have both, without question.”

  He smiled seductively as he explained, “I plan to fist you tonight.”

  She gasped, her loins contracting in fear.

  “Is your heart racing now, téa? Are you still willing?”

  “I’m not sure…”

  “I’ve heard it is a singular experience,” he growled lustfully in her ear.

  “Yes, Master,” she answered, trying to recover from the shock of his request. The word ‘singular’ had different connotations—both good and bad.

  “Will you submit to me?”

  The act of fisting frightened her, but still…the idea of being completely filled in that way had its own dangerous allure.

  “If it pleases you, Master,” she finally consented.

  His look of approval made it worth facing her fears. “I’m glad to hear it, my little sub. I’ve watched it performed on numerous occasions, but have never experienced it myself.”

  That fact alone made Brie all the more willing to submit to his uncommon desire. To be his first in anything was a cherished gift.

  “I promise not to take you past the point of breaking, but I will bend you tonight.”

  Brie moaned softly. To be taken to the edge by her Master was an intoxicating experience.

  He laid out the lubricant, Hitachi Wand and a digital camera before placing a towel under her buttocks. “I expect you will cover this bed with your sweet come multiple times this session.”

  Brie bit her lip, suddenly hungry for what he was about to do.

  She watched with nervous fascination as he covered his hand with the lubricant before massaging her tight opening. It reminded her of the same process he used when he relaxed her sphincter before fucking her deep in the ass.

  He was gentle but firm as he stretched her vaginal muscles. “That’s it,” he praised, “open yourself to me…”

  Brie tilted her head back, giving in to his loving but demanding touch while he kissed and nuzzled her breasts with his lips. The thought of being completely filled by him in a way she’d never experienced before had her moaning fearfully in anticipation.

  He continued to massage her inner muscles, making sure they were loose and ready for his invasion. When he shifted off the bed to change position, she felt a moment of panic.

  He looked at her knowingly. “You need to relax, téa.” He pulled her to the edge of the bed and leaned down, kissing her inner thigh. “Trust your Master.”

  Brie let out a gasp, but spread her legs wider in submission to his will.

  “Concentrate on letting me in—allow me to push through your resistance.”

  “Yes, Master,” she answered breathlessly.

  He started with three fingers, easing them into her as he described what he was doing. “First, we start out slowly to acclimate your body for what’s to come.”

  Brie took deep breaths as he began thrusting them inside her, helping to relax her further.

  “And now I add a fourth finger.”

  Brie held her breath, then moaned as he started rotating his hand back and forth, further massaging her muscles as he slowly pushed all four fingers inside her.

  She could barely breathe, the ache of his invasion taking over all thought.

  “Good girl. Now, we’re going to open that tight little pussy even more.”

  Master took his time, in no rush. He seemed to enjoy the process as he watched her resistant body slowly submit to his will.

  “You might be frightened, but I can tell your body enjoys the unique challenge.”

  Brie licked her lips and nodded, moaning louder as he bit the flesh of her thigh.

  “And now all five…”

  He added more lubricant before adding his thumb, and he continued the twisting motion, forcing himself deeper inside.

  Her young body opposed the unnatural invasion. To aid her, he turned on the Hitachi and pressed it against her pussy. With her clit stretched so tight, it didn’t take long for her to climax. The moment her pussy began pulsing in release, his knuckles breached her opening.

  Brie cried out in surprise, the ache of being filled beyond capacity almost too much.

  Master turned off the Hitachi and placed it on the bed beside her. He waited several moments, allowing her to grow used to the new sensation, before continuing his conquest.

  Brie made small mewing sounds as he persisted. Her body was being taken to its absolute limit…and that was when she felt the tingling start.

  He leaned over and kissed her belly. “That’s it, let go and fly for me.”

  Once he was wrist-deep with his hand curled up inside her, he started lightly thrusting. The intoxicating pressure on her G-spot was intense.

  He smiled up at her from between her legs. “This is only the beg
inning.”

  She lifted her head and looked down to see Master’s manly arm buried inside her. It was surreal and strangely erotic. She could feel every movement he made, no matter how slight.

  Brie moaned, lying back down and throwing her head back when he began twisting his hand again.

  “This will be an orgasm you will never forget,” he murmured as he began thrusting his fist.

  All of Brie’s resistance disappeared as he forcibly stimulated her G-spot. The concentrated thrusts had her screaming as she released a gush of watery come.

  “I’m not done yet,” he warned her seductively, nibbling her quivering thigh.

  Brie tensed as he settled back down between her legs. “I’m going to make you orgasm even harder.”

  The twisting motion started up again, loosening her before he started pumping his fist. Brie let out a long, primal cry as she began to shake uncontrollably, her whole body readying for the intense climax.

  “Ohhh…my—” She stopped mid-scream as she gushed in release, coming long and hard.

  He pulled his hand out slowly, reveling in the amount of liquid passion he’d been able to inspire from her. “That was a thing of beauty,” he said, in a low voice ripe with lust.

  Immediately following her powerful orgasm, Brie started shivering. He gathered her in his arms, pressing his hard cock against her thigh as he gently stroked her long, brown curls. “I am well pleased, wife.”

  Brie woke up with a smile on her face. The intensity of the dream had her panties soaking wet, but it was the feeling of intimacy that lingered in her mind.

  It comforted her to know that today she would be in her Master’s arms.

  Cold Reception

  Brie was still packing last-minute items when Master Anderson entered the guest room. “I have something for you.”

  He handed her a small mason jar of homemade soup. “Just in case you have need, young Brie.”

  Brie hugged the jar to her chest. “I hope to partake of your soup for no other reason than to enjoy its taste.”

  “That would please me,” he said, smiling kindly. He then handed her a fistful of foreign bills. “I stopped by the bank yesterday and got some money exchanged for you—just in case.”

  “Thank you for looking out for me, Master Anderson.”

  “Thane entrusted me with your care, and I take the job seriously.”

  Brie took the money and slipped it into her purse, then carefully wrapped the jar in her clothing to protect it, placing it snugly against Sir’s preserves. “At least I’m guaranteed not to starve while I’m in China.”

  Master Anderson put his hand on her shoulder. “No matter what happens, don’t lose sight of how much you’re worth to Thane.”

  She was about to reply when the doorbell rang.

  “Who could that be this early in the morning?” Master Anderson griped as he left to answer the door.

  Brie snuck a peek from her room when he unlocked the door and opened it.

  “Mr. Brad Anderson?”

  “Yes. What’s this about?”

  “I have a delivery for you.”

  “Sorry, you must be mistaken. I haven’t ordered anything,” Master Anderson stated, starting to close the door.

  “I was told this is a gift.”

  “Fine,” he muttered, as if it was an inconvenience. “Where do I sign?”

  The courier handed Master Anderson a cardboard box with handles and tipped his hat. “Have a pleasant day, sir.”

  Master Anderson stared at the box for a moment, then called out to the man, “Wait! Why does this box have holes in it?”

  Brie had to stifle her giggle as he cautiously set the box on the coffee table and sat down. He pulled out the note attached and read it aloud.

  To Master Anderson

  May you find your joy and delight in this box.

  He looked warily at the cardboard box again, mumbling to himself, “What the hell…” After lifting the lid, he chuckled as a tiny orange tabby enthusiastically jumped out of the box but overshot it, meowing pitifully as it tumbled off the table. Luckily, Master Anderson had quick reflexes and caught the tiny thing in his large hands before it hit the floor.

  “Brie!” he roared.

  She left the safety of the room, approaching him slowly, unsure whether he liked her gift.

  “Did you do this?” he asked in an accusatory tone.

  She twisted nervously where she stood. “Maybe…”

  “A kitten?”

  “I know you have a thing for redheads, and she was a cute little redhead who needed a good man.”

  The kitten attempted to climb up Master Anderson’s muscular arm as Brie was talking. He gave up trying to control the furball and let it crawl up his arm to his shoulder, where it stood fearlessly, surveying the new landscape from its high vantage point.

  “The last thing I need is an animal to care for,” Master Anderson complained as he gently rubbed under the tiny creature’s chin.

  “I couldn’t stand the thought of you coming home to an empty house anymore, Master Anderson. Besides, kittens make excellent chick magnets.”

  “Did you forget I’m moving in two months?”

  “She’ll make the move much more interesting for you. Trust me.”

  The kitten rubbed up against Master Anderson’s handsome chin, purring loudly.

  “Oh!” Brie cooed, putting her hands to her heart. “You two look so cute together.”

  Master Anderson picked up the tiny kitten and looked it in the eyes. It let out a sweet little mew, and that was all it took—he was hooked. “Fine, I’ll keep her, but be assured I will do a far better job caring for her than Thane did with my innocent herb garden.”

  Brie burst out laughing. “Well, that’s a relief.”

  He passed the kitten to her. “Hold on to the little thing while I get your luggage into the truck. No reason she can’t take the ride with us.”

  “What are you going to call her, Master Anderson?”

  He looked at the tabby with an amused expression. “I haven’t decided yet. I want to get to know her first, so I can give her a title befitting her spunky personality.”

  While he was carrying the luggage to the car, Brie kissed the kitten’s tiny pink nose. “Yep, you don’t know what a lucky little pussy you are.”

  When Brie stepped off the plane in Chengdu, she was hit by culture shock as she made her way through the busy airport. There were not many foreigners, and few people, if any, seemed to speak English. Since she had not been able to reach Sir before she’d left, there was no one there to greet her. She was completely on her own, which was a real challenge, since she knew very little Chinese.

  Luckily, both she and Sir had tracking devices on their phones. It allowed them to keep tabs on each other while traveling, and proved vitally important to her now. Knowing that his missing phone was still lost at the hotel, she was able to find the exact location.

  Once she had all her luggage and had finally managed to hail a cab, she showed the driver the GPS map on her phone. He shook his head, indicating that he didn’t understand. She tried to pronounce the name of the hotel, but try as she might, the man could not understand her. Brie could tell he was getting frustrated and was afraid he would kick her out of his cab.

  In a last-ditch effort, she googled the translation for the name of the hotel and showed him the Chinese characters. The man smiled, nodding his approval as he hit the gas. Although she was afraid the translation might be off, she grew more confident that they were headed in the right direction once the dot on her phone began to move.

  Brie thought how terrifying it would be to get lost in this giant city of fourteen million people without knowing the language. She fervently prayed that Sir would be at the hotel when she arrived.

  The drive took almost an hour and there were several heart-stopping moments. The streets were full of bicycles, motorbikes, pedestrians and buses, as well as regular cars and taxis. It took much weaving and braking to a
void hitting the different modes of transportation gathered on the same roadways, and the crazy intersections seemed like accidents waiting to happen. To Brie’s relief, they arrived at the hotel unscathed despite (or possibly because of) her cabbie’s haphazard driving.

  The driver handed Brie her luggage and eagerly took the yuan Master Anderson had given her.

  Thank you, Master Anderson!

  Brie entered the hotel and walked up to the counter. “Sir Thane Davis?” she asked, hoping his name would ring a bell. The clerk said something in Chinese, so Brie said it again more slowly, pointing at the different room keys hanging behind the woman.

  The clerk smiled and repeated Sir’s name with her thick accent. Brie nodded enthusiastically, thrilled the woman understood. She was surprised when the woman left her post to personally escort Brie to the room.

  The clerk knocked on the door and called out his name, but it was not Sir who answered. Instead Lilly stood there, looking as surprised as Brie. The clerk seemed unhappy, looking at both women as if she was afraid she’d done something wrong by showing Brie to the room.

  To alleviate the woman’s fears, she held out her hand to Lilly. “It’s good to see a familiar face.”

  Lilly accepted the handshake, but failed to invite Brie in.

  The front desk clerk was satisfied, however, and left them to return to her job.

  “Is this Thane’s hotel room?” Brie asked, surprised to find her there.

  “Yes. I’m waiting for him to return from his daily jog before we visit Mother again.”

  “Good,” Brie answered, brushing past her to enter Sir’s room. She put down her luggage and collapsed in a nearby chair, sighing loudly. “It’s been a long flight and I’m totally exhausted, but if I take a quick shower to freshen up, I can join you two.”

  When Lilly didn’t respond, Brie asked, “You don’t have a problem if I freshen up, do you?”

  “Of course not,” Lilly answered, but she sounded less than pleased.

  When Lilly made no move to leave, Brie asked bluntly, “Do you mind giving me a little privacy? I promise not to take long.”