Brie's Submission (10-12) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 4)

  Tono frowned when he was done listening.

  “I don’t think he ever received the call, Tono.” Brie looked utterly bereft as she explained, “Nancy offered to call everyone for me after the crash. I wondered why I never heard from Rytsar, and even tried to call once, but I couldn’t reach him.”

  “Why don’t you head back upstairs and share the news about the recovered phone with Sir while I remain down here to give Mrs. Reynolds a call and find out what happened.”

  Brie nodded and disappeared into the elevator. Once the doors had closed and she was safely on her way up, he walked outside to make the call.

  “Hello, Mrs. Reynolds. This is Mr. Nosaka. Brie told me that you handled calling all of her friends about Sir Davis’s accident.”

  “Yes, that’s right. The sweet girl didn’t want to leave Thane’s side, and phones don’t seem to work in that ICU, so I offered to call her friends. I just wanted Brie to have one less thing to worry about.”

  “She was asking me about Rytsar Durov. Were you able to reach him when you called to inform everyone about the crash?”

  “What was the name again?”

  “Rytsar Durov.”

  “I’m sure I did, but let me look at my list. I wrote down everyone’s name and the exact time I reached them.”

  After several minutes she came back to the phone, sounding nervous. “Mr. Nosaka, I’m not seeing his name here.” She started mumbling to herself, “Oh dear…my husband gave me the names of their friends, and I distinctly remember writing it down in my address book because it’s so unusual.” She paused for a moment. “But I’m not seeing it on my list.”

  “So it’s possible he never received a call?”

  “Yes,” she answered meekly.

  “That’s fine. If you could give me the number, I’ll call him myself right now.”

  “Oh my, I’ll never forgive myself,” she whimpered, searching for the number. “Please ask Brie to forgive me—as well as Mr. Durov.”

  “These things happen. You were only trying to help in a stressful situation for everyone.”

  Tono immediately called the Russian’s number, but it went straight to voicemail and his mailbox was full.

  Returning to the hospital room, he found Brie holding the phone up to Sir’s ear as she played back a message. “…have you ever considered role-playing Rhett Butler? I’m watching Gone with the Wind right now and thought how fun it would be to get all dressed up in a poofy dress and let you hike my skirt up and spank my frilly ass.”

  Brie blushed when she saw Tono standing there and quickly put the phone down. “I was so happy hearing his call-back message…” She gazed lovingly at Sir. “I just wanted to share something silly and happy with him that happened before…” she said, glancing around the room for emphasis, “all of this.” Brie’s lip trembled slightly and she slowly set Sir’s cell phone on the tray.

  Tono walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, smiling. “There’s no need to apologize.”

  “Were you able to find out about Rytsar?”

  He sighed before answering. “You were right. He was never called. A simple mistake Mrs. Reynolds is now beating herself up over. More than likely he’s not even aware there was a crash because he lives overseas.”

  “Oh no…” Brie cried softly. “Rytsar will be so hurt.”

  “Is there any other way I can reach him? The number I have isn’t picking up and I can’t leave a message.”

  Brie frowned. “That’s what happened when I called.” She stared forlornly at Sir. “Although we’ve visited several of his homes in Russia, but I don’t know the addresses. Rytsar shut down his presence online after he was ratted out to the press.” She gave Tono a worried look. “I don’t know how to reach him.”

  “I’ll find a way,” he answered soothingly.

  Brie glanced back at Sir and shook her head. “This isn’t good, Tono. Rytsar will be very upset to find out Sir is in critical condition and no one told him.”

  “Let’s hope he’ll understand. It was an honest mistake. No harm intended.”

  Brie looked at him dubiously. “Let’s hope.”

  Tono spent the day trying to track down a contact number for Rytsar. All of Sir’s friends were in the same boat as Brie, having his phone number, but no physical way to contact him.

  It finally occurred to him to call Sir’s lawyer, Mr. Thompson. Brie had shared with him that Sir and Rytsar Durov had purchased an island together. Surely that meant the lawyer had a physical address for the man.

  Naturally, it wasn’t that easy.

  “Yes, Mr. Nosaka, I have a physical address you can use. If you want to reach him directly, however, I suggest a telegram.”

  “Telegram?”

  “Trust me, it’ll be the best way to reach him.”

  “Thank you for the suggestion.”

  Tono had had no idea one could still send a telegram. He googled it, and quickly found a company that could send the message. Although they couldn’t guarantee Rytsar Durov would be the one to receive it, they could verify the message was delivered to the address given. It was an impersonal way to receive such disturbing news, but, sadly, it was the only option.

  Tono was careful wording the message, knowing the shock his words would cause.

  Rytsar Durov,

  Please forgive the lateness of this message. Thane Davis was involved in a plane crash and remains in critical condition. Due to an unfortunate error, you were not contacted until now. Mercifully, he continues to shows signs of improvement.

  Sincerely, Ren Nosaka

  Tono included his phone number, hoping the Russian would call once he received the news. Knowing there was nothing more to be done, Tono shared with Brie how he’d handled it. When he saw the forlorn look in her eyes, he assured her, “Now that the news has been delivered, there is nothing more we can do.”

  Brie whimpered, “Poor Rytsar… He’s going to be devastated by this.”

  That night, Tono noticed Brie writing in her fantasy journal. Tono realized after hearing her husband’s voice, Brie must have felt inspired to reconnect with him in that intimate way.

  Tono knew well the types of fantasies she shared in her journal, and decided it was time to do something similar for Autumn. Joining Brie on the couch, he took out a few pieces of rice paper.

  Using a hardback book as a makeshift desk, Tono began penning his letter. He wanted to send Autumn an erotic vision of what he hoped to do with her someday. He trusted that by reading it she would not only become acquainted with his deeper desires, but it might spark newfound desires of her own.

  Dear Autumn,

  I sit here thinking of you.

  I haven’t said anything before, but I often think of my future—and those visions include you. Rather than keep them to myself, I want to share one with you now.

  In the spirit of openness, I will not be censoring my words or thoughts. Take this as my honest feelings and desires.

  I envision our first performance together. After months of practice, you have finally come to a place where you are completely comfortable with your body. Fears of the past no longer ensnare you, and you’ve agreed to work with me onstage in a scene at one of my exhibitions.

  I lead you to the mat, our steps measured and exact. I help you to the floor and, in front of everyone, I take off the prosthetic and lay it to the side.

  We are both passionate about exposing the beauty of your naked strength and femininity.

  Just as we did in my apartment, I sit down behind you and wrap my arms around your chest as we slowly sway to the music, becoming one in spirit.

  When I feel we are both ready, I nod and the lights go down to a romantic glow. The song “Animus Vox” by The Glitch Mob fills the air with its raw, sensual undertones. The electronic music sharply contrasts with the traditional flute music that has been the fare for the evening. It grabs the attention of the audience as it lures them with its seductive spell.

  The black ligh
t is focused on us as I begin the process of binding you. Your body becoming a canvas for the brightly colored jute I’m slowly covering you in.

  Because you and I have been doing this for months, you are able to handle the challenging position I am now composing. This position will force you to concentrate on your body—and on me.

  My hands graze over your breasts, lightly brushing against your nipples as I work with the rope. The softness of your sensitive skin moves me. Every touch as sensual for me as it is for you.

  The fact I am public with my affections, yet remain private in the execution of it, turns you on. I can feel your excitement and longing. The audience can feel the sexual tension between us and it adds to our performance.

  When I am done binding your torso in glowing jute, I pull against the silk of your kimono and artfully expose your breasts to them. This is an act of declaration, not exhibition—affirming your femininity to the world.

  I now turn my attention to your thighs. As I bind them tight, I take leisurely passes over your panties. You wear a red thong—and it is wet, my little flower. I plan to make it much wetter before I am done.

  You are bound tightly in my jute, each knot intricate and purposeful. I cradle your cheek and lean down to kiss you, pleased by your submission and trust. You are a treasure to me—a prize of immense worth.

  I want to make this moment more personal and intimate. I pass the jute under your legs, cinching it tight so that it rests between the valley of your outer lips, pressing against your clit. You moan softly, the provocative contact arousing you to even higher levels.

  I pull your head back and kiss you possessively. You are about to fly, my rare flower…

  The audience holds its collective breath as I begin slowly lifting you in small increments that are timed with the music. You have become a graceful dancer of air as I begin untying and retying the knots to move you into poses that mimic the dance.

  With each new knot, my hands graze over your body, reminding you of my desire.

  I twist you in the air and the material of your kimono floats around you, accentuating your beauty. The people are drawn to you, celebrating the powerful grace you represent.

  They are in awe, as am I.

  Before your muscles start to tremble from the challenge of my rope, I slowly lower you back onto the mat and spend the next few minutes gently unbinding you from the restraint of the jute. I hold you in my arms afterward, rocking you as you continue to float on the residual high created by your flight. The room explodes in applause, touched by your courage and grace.

  But I am not done with you yet.

  Your total submission and confidence is an aphrodisiac to me, and I must have you. Picking you up, I cradle you in my arms and carry you off the stage, determined to have my way with your body in private, while a new couple readies themselves for the next demonstration.

  That is my vision, Autumn. It is the fantasy I hold on to and hope to make a reality someday.

  Sincerely, Tono Ren Nosaka

  Tono folded the letter and put it in the envelope. With a thin paintbrush he decorated the outside with an orchid—but this was no ordinary orchid. It was unique to her, and someday he planned to explain why to Autumn.

  He noticed Brie watching him as he finished the last stroke of his brush.

  “I always loved the way you decorated anything that’s associated with you,” she told him. “It made every item that much more cherished.”

  “I believe things of worth should be given the proper packaging.”

  She smiled. “I like that sentiment. Do you know I still have the wax cast you made of my body?”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes!” Brie got up and went to her bedroom, returning a few moments later with a framed shadow box containing the wax form. “It’s too beautiful not to keep. Even Sir agreed and hung it up in our closet for inspiration.”

  As Tono looked at the wax art, memories of that scene came flooding back. “It perfectly preserves that special moment in our lives.”

  She looked at it lovingly. “It does. So many good memories.”

  That night, their innocent conversation about the past played into a vivid dream.

  Brie stood before him, holding the silver collar and key in her hands. She took a step toward Tono and the Wolf Pup. For the briefest of moments, she looked uncertain and stopped…

  But when her gaze met his, Brie smiled and continued forward.

  That smile widened as she approached. Even his father’s cold stare did not deter the girl. With the grace of an angel, she knelt down and bowed her head, holding up the collar and key.

  Tono did not hesitate, taking the collar from her hand. “I accept this collar as a symbol of the offering of yourself, and promise to thoughtfully guide and lead you.”

  He knelt down on one knee beside her and whispered, “I will always love and protect you, toriko.” He locked the collar into place and grasped the back of her neck, kissing her passionately before standing up again.

  Brie looked at him with tears in those big beautiful eyes.

  He was overflowing with love for her and stated for all the room to hear, “You will wear this symbol of my ownership as a sign of our commitment to one another.”

  Brie glowed with inner light as she made her vow. “I accept this symbol of your ownership and will wear it proudly for all to see, Tono.”

  “And I shall wear this key as a symbol of our commitment,” he declared, placing it around his neck.

  Looking down at her, he stated proudly, “You now belong to me.”

  “I now belong to you, Tono.”

  He picked Brie up and twirled her in the air, ignoring the disapproving glances of his father. One day Otosama would understand. Until then he would do whatever it took to foster good relations between the two.

  Tono noticed the crushed look on the Wolf Pup’s face as Mary tried unsuccessfully to comfort the boy. He would have felt badly, but Tono knew without a shadow of a doubt that Brie did not love the Pup. There was no reason to feel anything but joy in this moment.

  Mr. Gallant came over to congratulate them, his smile wider than Tono had ever seen it. It was obvious the teacher felt they were a good match. It helped to waylay the palpable displeasure of his own kin.

  His beloved new sub stood beside him, graciously accepting the congratulations and well-wishes of their many friends at The Center. In due time, Marquis Gray came up to add his own.

  “Tono Nosaka, you are a lucky man to have collared such a prize this evening.”

  Tono nodded. “I am well aware.”

  The trainer turned to Brie. “Miss Bennett, you have surprised me tonight, and I am a man who is rarely surprised by anything.” He gave her a slight bow. “May you both be happy now and in the future.”

  Tono was curious about Marquis Gray’s comment. He’d assumed everyone would expect Brie would choose him tonight, despite his father’s disapproval. Surely the respected trainer hadn’t considered the Wolf Pup to be better suited for Brie.

  His wandering thoughts reined in when Sir Davis came over and offered his hand to Tono. “Congratulations, Nosaka. I know Miss Bennett will be happy under your charge.”

  “She is not only my submissive, Sir Davis, she is my soulmate.”

  Sir Davis gave him a curt nod.

  The Headmaster then turned his attention on Brie. “Miss Bennett, you have chosen a worthy Master to collar you. I wish you much growth and happiness.”

  The look Brie gave him was poignant. “I will miss you…and this place, Sir. Thank you.”

  He met her gaze. “I will not forget you, Miss Bennett.”

  “Nor I you, Sir.”

  He shook his head once, then smiled. “Well, I’m off to enjoy a night of heavy drinking and debauchery celebrating with my Russian friend. Take care.”

  Tono watched the Headmaster make his way over to the Wolf Pup. He grasped the boy’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear. The Wolf Pup looked over at Brie br
iefly before nodding. Without another word to anyone, he followed Sir Davis to the elevator.

  Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds came up to congratulate Brie. “Thane is always grateful when one of his students finds a good Master, and he has had only wonderful things to say about Mr. Nosaka.”

  Tono was gratified to hear that Sir Davis thought well enough of him to have mentioned it to his own uncle.

  “And you, little lady…” the old man started, wiping away a stray tear, “I will miss you more than I can express. The tobacco shop won’t be the same without you.”

  “Yes, Brie,” Mrs. Reynolds piped in, “my poor husband will be lost without you.”

  “I’m so sorry to leave you like this, Mr. Reynolds.”

  Mrs. Reynolds answered for him. “Don’t you worry, dear. He’ll pull himself together and figure something out.”

  “Feel free to visit the shop any time,” Mr. Reynolds added. “It would please me to have your spirit grace the place, even if only for a few minutes.”

  “I’m sure we can make that happen,” Tono replied. He looked over at the elevators and saw the pained expression on Sir Davis’s face just as the doors closed.

  Tono understood.

  He would have had the same expression had Brie chosen differently. Tono was grateful Brie had missed it.

  “Shall we dance, toriko?” he asked when the music started up.

  “If it pleases you, Tono,” Brie answered, fingering her collar lovingly, her smile lighting up the entire room.

  As they moved across the floor, Tono leaned down to tell her, “I have a confession, little slave.”

  “What is it?”

  “I would rather be alone with you right now.”

  She grinned. “Me too.”

  “Shall we begin this new chapter in our lives with a little Kinbaku?”

  “Oh, please…” Brie purred. “You do know how to spoil your new submissive.”

  “If you consider that being spoiled, then you are in for a lifetime of being spoiled rotten, my little slave.”

  The trip home couldn’t happen soon enough as far as Tono was concerned. After making their excuses to his father, he sped through the streets of LA, completely mesmerized by the girl sitting beside him.