Brie Learns Restraint (After Graduation, #5) (2 page)

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 passed, he released her foot and he 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.

The Contract

B
rie stood holding the door open, staring at Tono in shock.

“Invite him in, téa.”

She shook her head slightly to regain her bearings before bowing to the Dom. “Please come in, Tono Nosaka.” She stepped aside to allow him to pass, not daring to look in his direction.

In a daze, Brie closed the door and walked back to Sir, then knelt at his feet—her place of comfort. Tono sat at the other end of the couch, beside Sir.

Sir began petting her hair lightly. “She just became aware of the arrangement.”

“Her thoughts?” Tono asked.

“I do not know.” Sir lifted Brie’s chin. “What do you think, téa?”

Her lips trembled when she spoke. “If I am to serve another, then Tono is a fine choice, Sir.”

Sir glanced over at Tono. “She is still struggling with my decision.”

Tono addressed Brie. “Do you wish to serve me, toriko? I will not allow you to serve under me unless it is your desire.”

Brie dropped her eyes to stare at the floor. “I do not understand what this arrangement entails, Tono Nosaka. I cannot answer you.”

“Spoken like an intelligent woman,” Sir commented, kissing the top of her head. “I will keep you in suspense no longer. Ren and I still have to iron out the details. Come join us at the table. I want you to be fully aware of what I am asking of both of you.”

Sir stood up and went to his desk to retrieve a file folder. “I had this drawn up. Naturally, it is subject to change, depending on our discussion tonight.”

Tono followed him to the kitchen table, with Brie several feet behind both men. Her head was buzzing like a hornet’s nest with thoughts…and fears.

Sir indicated that Tono should sit opposite him, but he pulled the other chair close to himself and commanded gently, “Sit.”

Brie sat down robotically, and kept her eyes glued to her lap.
This isn’t really happening…

Her Master pushed the folder across the table towards Tono. “Read over the contract. Anything you do not agree with or need clarification on, I want to address now. This is as much for téa’s benefit as for yours.”

Brie heard Tono turn the pages slowly as he read over the contract. When he was done, he asked, “Do you have a pen?”

“Of course,” Sir answered. “Téa?”

Brie obediently stood up and retrieved a pen from the desk. She returned to Sir, but he nodded towards Tono. She held it out with an open hand, her insides quivering when he made physical contact. “Thank you, toriko.”

Such simple words, yet everything had changed with Sir’s decision. This man would soon be her Master—if she allowed it.

“It states the duration of this contract begins tomorrow and ends exactly three weeks from that date?”

“Actually, that should be amended to ‘or upon my return’. Should I arrive earlier, I would expect to regain my rights as her Master and should I need to stay longer, I would want téa to remain in your care and under your protection.”

“Understood.” Tono scribbled something in the margin and continued, “I see that I am not allowed to ‘lend’ her to another, but I want to clarify that you have no objection to her being part of a demonstration. Although she will be working on the documentary, I plan to have her assist me in a weekly class. Will that be a problem?”

“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.”