“As long as completing the film is your top priority, I do not have an issue with her participating in a class. However, you must be the one in charge of téa. No one else touches her,” Sir stated emphatically.
“Even to recreate a knot?”
Sir sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. “Simple guided instruction is fine. However, I do not want her to scene with one of your inexperienced Doms.”
“I would never put Brie in that situation,” Tono assured him. Brie noted that he wrote the words ‘guided instruction only’ in the margin.
“I see I am not allowed to take her from the city limits.”
“No.”
“Because my classes take place at The Haven, I see no conflict.”
“Ah, but The Haven may be an issue. I do not want Brie running into Wallace there.”
Tono nodded in agreement. “We shall enter from the back and proceed to the training room. We will in no way provoke an encounter. However, if he seeks us out, it will be dealt with.”
“I do not trust the boy—yet. Although Marquis is working with Wallace, I still consider him a threat to himself and Brie.”
Brie was surprised to hear that Faelan was being personally instructed by Marquis. She wondered if it had anything to do with her talk with the trainer.
“Acceptable,” Tono replied, looking farther down the contract. “I will need further explanation of the ‘no penetration’ clause.”
“It is simple enough. There is to be no penetration of her anally, vaginally, or orally with any tool or body part.”
“Does that include kissing?”
Sir stared at Brie’s lips for several moments before answering. His voice was gruff and low as he replied grudgingly, “I will allow kissing.”
Tono took the pen and clearly wrote, ‘kissing excluded’.
Brie blushed. It was strange to have these two men discussing such things. She looked to the floor, her heart beating erratically.
“It states I am in charge of her care, protection and well-being. Are there any specific needs you require me to meet?”
“Naturally, her documentary comes above everything else. I expect you to give her the time and environment necessary for her to succeed in meeting her deadline. I am not opposed to having her performing necessary tasks for you, as long as it does not jeopardize the project.”
“You and I are agreed on that.”
Sir snorted. “Just as important to me, I expect you to keep her safe, Ren. No run-ins with Mr. Wallace, no unescorted clubbing while I am gone… Keep her safe.”
“I assure you, she will be looked after.”
“After what occurred during my last trip…” Sir shook his head angrily. “I cannot be reasonable on that score.”
Brie glanced at Sir, noticing his clenched jaw and the throbbing vein in his neck. As much as this action seemed extreme, she understood the motive behind it. It was his need to protect her that had inspired the unusual arrangement. She understood and would receive it as such.
“I would suggest you text me while you are away. I will give you an update whenever asked.” Tono scribbled more notes onto the contract. “Toriko, you should be aware that you are expected to contact Sir Davis every Sunday morning to speak for one hour.”
Although she knew she should be thrilled contact was allowed, the idea of only speaking to Sir once a week crushed her heart. She felt tears coming, but fought them back.
“There is another stipulation, Brie,” Sir added. “I expect you to exercise at exactly six every morning at a local gym minutes from Ren’s home. I will be exercising at the same time, only it will be four in the afternoon my time.”
Brie felt a sense of relief. Although they would not be talking every day, there would be a daily connection nonetheless. She looked at him and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”
“I assume you have no issues with that?” he asked Tono.
“It seems like a healthy solution,” Tono replied with a smirk, “on many levels.”
Sir smiled in reaction to Tono’s jesting, but it disappeared when he added, “It is important that Brie submits to you fully. I do not believe it is possible to serve two Masters, but I do not want the connection between us to be lost.”
Tono put the pen down. “I understand my place, Thane. Temporary Dom. I will treat the role as such.” He looked at Brie compassionately.
Sir stood up and held out his hand. “You are an honorable man, Ren.”
Tono took his hand and shook it. “Toriko’s well-being is equally important to me.”
Sir slapped him on the back the way Brie had seen him do with his good friends. “I am counting on it.” He picked up the pen and handed it to Tono. “If téa agrees, sign the contract and initial the addendums.”
Tono turned to Brie. “Are you willing to become my sub based on these parameters?”
She stood up and bowed to him formally. “Yes, Tono Nosaka.”
“Fine, we are all in agreement,” Sir announced, sounding as if a big weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
After Tono had signed it, Sir took the contract and added his name and initials before sliding it across the table to Brie.
Brie looked at the pages for the first time. It looked official, like a legal document. Sir handed her the pen, but cautioned, “Read it thoroughly, Brie, before you sign.”
She sat back down and read each line meticulously, trying to grasp the concept that she was being transferred to another as she read her Master’s wishes in black and white. She hesitated for a moment before finally adding her name to the document, a feeling of apprehension tugging at her heart. She looked up at Sir’s confident face and those fears abated.
Brie held out the contract to him. He took the paper and gave her a tender kiss.
Then he turned back to Tono. “I will drop téa off at eight tomorrow morning. She will be packed for the three-week duration. Is there anything you would like her to bring?”
Tono responded immediately with one request. “I would like toriko to bring her favorite vibrator.”
She blushed again. Oh, God, what did the next three weeks hold for her?
That night, things were different with Sir. He asked her to lie on the bed, then slowly removed her clothing himself. He caressed her skin as if he were a blind man wanting to ‘see’ her through touch alone.
She closed her eyes and took in his cherishing contact, wanting to hold onto the feeling so that it would comfort her when he had gone. Brie held back tears, not allowing herself to think about tomorrow.
There was a shift of the bed as Sir settled lower. She gasped and opened her eyes when she felt his tongue between her toes. Brie struggled to stay still as he sensually took a toe in his mouth and sucked lightly.
“Sir…” she whimpered.
“Stay still, little girl.”
He moved to the next one, his wet tongue licking in between her toes—the most sensitive area—before taking it into his mouth. She threw her head back and breathed out slowly. It was extremely sexual while being incredibly ticklish—an addictive combination. She moaned when he took her big toe into his mouth. How was it possible that Sir could cause her pussy to contract in pleasure by sucking on her toes?
He moved to the other foot, slowly licking her instep. It made her squirm and struggle.
“Be still.”
She instantly stopped her movements and closed her eyes again, her pussy moistening in response to the attention of his mouth.
“Play with yourself,” Sir commanded huskily.
Brie slipped her fingers between her legs and started rubbing her slippery clit, craving the extra pleasure. It aroused her to no end knowing that Sir was watching.
His tongue caressed the crease in her smallest toe and she squeaked. He chuckled and nibbled on it lightly as he watched her press her fingers into her pussy.
“Deeper.”
She pushed two fingers deep into her vagina and ground against her own hand.
“That’s beautiful, téa. You are going to play with yourself until you come.” Sir returned to nibbling her toes.
Brie revisited her clit and began flicking it with her fingers enthusiastically. She moaned as his teeth grazed her skin. The first pulse announced her upcoming orgasm. “Sir…”
“Are you close, téa?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Wait until I bite down.”
She nodded, keeping her pussy at the high level of arousal without tipping over. She’d suspected he would make her wait, and he did. But it was glorious to be so deliciously close, to have his attention centered on her.
She opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, smiling as she wondered when…
He cradled her foot and turned the sole upward. Brie lifted her head to watch. He met her gaze as he lowered his mouth onto her instep and bit her sensitive skin.
She let out a small gasp as her body exploded in an energetic orgasm. She pressed her fingers against her clit to increase the sensation as her pussy pulsed against her hand.
As soon as it had passed, he released her foot and grinned lustfully. He looked so damn masculine as he crawled between her legs, pushing her thighs apart with his body.
His cock rested at her entrance, but he did not thrust. He gazed down at her instead. “Do you remember the first time I took you as your Master?”
“Of course, Master…” she whispered.
“I plan to take you just as slowly. Feel the depth and width of my love, téa,” Sir said as he breached her opening.
Brie held her breath, every fiber of her being concentrated on his shaft. He slid inside a fraction at a time—achingly slow, deliciously arousing—but above all else, the feeling of his love enveloped her.
“I love—” she whispered, unable to finish, the intensity of the feeling choking her.
He looked down as he began to thrust. “I love you, too.”
To have not only his dominance expressed, but his love fully communicated in words and actions sent her over the edge. Her spirit floated upward from sheer happiness, and then he took her even further…
“I will always love you, Brie.”
He’d used her given name. Brie could not trust herself to speak, but met his every movement, the two becoming one in their emotional dance of souls. When Thane eventually came inside her, she wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in deeper.
This was her Master. Whoever had control over her, this wonderfully perfect but flawed man owned her heart.
She fell asleep in his arms, no longer dreading what the future held.
Transfer of Power
Brie packed quickly, her hands trembling as she placed the last of her clothing in the suitcase and zipped it closed. Sir grabbed it and nodded to her.
I will miss you… she cried in her head.
Sir had been unusually quiet and curt with her this morning. Neither of them wanted this parting, but Brie dutifully followed him out of the apartment.
The drive to Tono’s was silent, but full of unspoken conversations. Would their relationship survive such a test this early on? Brie was suddenly scared again. It was not Tono she feared, but her natural attraction to him. Will I grow to love Tono too much…? Brie shook her head, hating her doubts.
“What is it, Brie?” he asked, noting her headshake.
She blanched, ashamed of the reason for her misgivings. “It’s nothing, Sir.”
He let it drop and stared forward, concentrating on the road.
When they pulled up to Tono’s home, Sir turned off the engine and stared at the simple rock garden in the front yard. “We will say our goodbyes now. Once we enter Nosaka’s house, I will present you to him, along with the key to your collar.”
Brie grasped her collar, shaking her head.
Sir smiled gently, pulling out the key from under his shirt. “The original key remains with me, téa. You are my sub; this arrangement does not change that.”
She nodded and wiped away the tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. “I don’t want you to go,” she whispered, and then looked at her lap, trying hard to keep her emotions in check.
“No tears. Consider this a lesson. Embrace it and learn from it. It is a characteristic of yours that I greatly admire.”
“Sir… I am unsure if I am allowed to ask, but I have a personal question about your trip.”
“All questions are allowed, even those I may choose not to answer.”
Brie voiced a concern that had been burning in her heart ever since he’d announced he was heading back to Russia. Before she lost her nerve, she blurted, “Will you be entertaining Rytsar’s subs while you’re there?”
His laughter filled the small sports car. “No, téa. This is a business trip. I will have no time for such play.” He added in a more serious tone, “I would not damage the newly forged trust between us. This separation will be hard enough without adding that element to the mix.”
Brie smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. Of course he would be thoughtful of their growing relationship.
“It is time, téa. Look up and tell your Master goodbye.”
She met his confident gaze, but could not stop her bottom lip from trembling. “Goodbye, Master.”
He grazed her lip with his finger. “Be my good girl. Follow Nosaka’s orders dutifully and with a servant’s heart.”
“Yes, Master.” She could not stop an errant tear from escaping.
Sir wiped away the wetness with his thumb without mentioning it. “I look forward to seeing your completed documentary and hearing about the lessons you learned from Nosaka on my return.”
Brie spoke the words that had been pounding in her head, in time with her heartbeat, since she’d woken up that morning. “I will miss you…”
He smiled, but she noticed it did not reach his eyes. “For the first time since my father’s death, I am experiencing that emotion as well. I do not care for it, but I assume it is a positive sign.”
Brie took his hand and kissed it, choking down her emotions.
His countenance changed to that of a trainer, his voice unemotional and firm. “So now you begin your three-week adventure in the hands of another. Do not burden him with tears. Look at it as the unique opportunity it is.”
She accepted that his defensive barrier had reared its ugly head again. “I will, Master.”
“The transfer is a formal, but simple ritual. I will present you to Tono Nosaka. You must bow at his feet. When he places his hand on your head, it signifies his acceptance of you as his temporary submissive.”
Sir exited the car and walked around to open her door. He pulled her small suitcase from behind the seat and then held out his arm for her to clasp. “Head held high, but at a respectful angle. Chest out.”
Those were the same words he’d used the night he’d collared her. She forced herself to smile, even though each step towards the house was killing her inside.
Tono opened the door moments after Sir rang the doorbell. The Asian Dom was dressed in a traditional brown kimono that matched his chocolate-brown eyes. “Welcome, Sir Davis. Won’t you both come inside?”
Sir guided Brie ahead of him. “Thank you, Nosaka. I plan to keep this short.”
“As you wish,” he replied, closing the door behind them.
Tono escorted them into the open living room. Brie vividly remembered the lack of interior walls and the modest décor that spoke of his Japanese background. His home radiated tranquility, helping to calm her nerves.
Brie was disheartened that Sir hadn’t been exaggerating about not wasting time. “I present to you my sub, téa.” He nodded to her.
Brie instantly knelt at Tono’s feet, in an open kneeling position. She closed her eyes when she felt his light touch on her head and had to struggle to hold back a sob in response to the physical transfer of power.
“I accept your sub, téa, for the duration we have agreed upon,” Tono answered.
“Here is a key to her collar.??
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Tono took the small key and closed his hand tightly around it, bowing to Sir respectfully.
“I leave her in your capable hands, Tono Nosaka.” With that, Sir turned around abruptly and left, without addressing Brie again. She couldn’t believe he was really gone until she heard the roar of the engine as the Lotus sped away. The lonely echoes of it could be heard long afterwards.
“Toriko.”
Brie looked up, biting her lip, trying not to cry. He held out his arms to her.
Brie stood up and accepted his embrace. She closed her eyes, fighting the feeling of abandonment enveloping her. To combat it, she concentrated on matching her breath with Tono’s. This is your life for now…
His calming voice rumbled from deep inside his chest. “He needed to leave for his own peace of mind.”
She pressed her head against him and nodded meekly in agreement.
“Are you ready to serve your Master, toriko?”
She broke away and bowed at his feet again, reconfirming her commitment to him. “It would be my honor, Tono.”
“Remove your shoes and place them at the front door. Then fill the kettle with water and bring it to me after it boils.”
While she followed his instructions, Tono exited out of the back door. Brie stood by the stove, not allowing herself to think. She listened intently to the water warming in the kettle instead. There was something soothing about the sounds of the water as it slowly reached a soft, rolling boil. Waiting gave her time to adjust to this reality.
Tono was a wise Master.
Master… Brie shook her head in protest, but stopped herself short. Tono had chosen to serve as her Master during Sir’s absence. He deserved a willing sub. Sir expected it, and Tono merited no less.
When the water came to a raging boil, she took the teakettle off the stove and joined Tono outside. The sounds of trickling water and birdsong greeted her.