Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (2 page)

Breathe with me, toriko…

Sir was struggling with legal disputes involving some of his oldest clients. Sadly, he was still dealing with the negative fallout to his business caused by Brie’s controversial documentary. It didn’t seem fair that he should suffer for her career now that it had finally taken off. However, Brie was thrilled that her film had been nominated for several prestigious awards, and she’d already been on several talk shows to discuss it, as well as her personal experiences at the Training Center. There seemed to be a real interest building among the public about the D/s lifestyle.

While the spotlight was still on her, Brie tried to use her newfound fame to secure support for her upcoming documentary about Sir’s father, Alonzo Davis. Although there was public interest in Sir as a Dominant, producers in the film industry did not feel it would extend to his deceased father, even though the man had been a renowned musical talent. Brie strongly disagreed and remained steadfast in her vision for the project, despite the lack of interest.

However, with Sir busy concluding the last of the litigation, Brie was left sitting alone at home, twiddling her thumbs. To pass the time, she researched Alonzo Davis through old newspaper clippings, TV interviews and musical recordings, but she longed to go back to Italy with Sir and get the information from the source—his family.

All that extra time also gave Brie the chance to worry about Tono. After weeks of silence, she tried to track him down online. In her search, she was shocked to discover all his Kinbaku engagements had been postponed indefinitely. His last known location was the hotel she’d sent the letter to, but after he’d completed his final performance there, Tono had disappeared. No one knew where he’d gone after that.

Brie was beside herself, but Sir assured her, “When Nosaka wants to be found, he will contact you. Until then, you must respect his need for privacy.”

It was nearly impossible not to obsess over Tono’s silence, but thankfully Mr. Holloway provided a welcome distraction when he asked for a meeting.

“Miss Bennett, it appears your film has struck a chord with the American public. We’ve received numerous letters and emails from fans of the documentary who are curious to know what’s become of Mary since the collaring ceremony, and whether Tono and Faelan have secured permanent subs.”

Brie chuckled.

“Viewers are also demanding more footage of Marquis and a session with Ms. Clark. It seems they’re curious about her and want to see the Domme in action.”

“She
is
a commanding presence,” Brie agreed.

“Is that a yes, then? You’ll do a sequel?”

Brie hesitated. Although her documentary had thrown her into the spotlight, it had also succeeded in labeling her as a director of kink. It seemed that Hollywood proper did not take her seriously, and the only interest in her had been for soft porn gigs, which was so
not
the direction she wanted to go. Would doing a sequel only help cement that perception?

“Let me get back to you on that, Mr. Holloway.”

Brie remained unsure about working on a sequel until she received a heartfelt email from a fan:

Dear Brianna Bennett,

I can’t tell you how much you’ve inspired me. I’ve been curious about the D/s lifestyle for years, but had no idea what it was really like or even how to find out. I felt as if I were with you as you discovered your strengths and limitations at the Submissive Training Center.

To be honest, watching your film made me long to experience the lifestyle myself. The men I’ve been attracted to all my life were bossy but they were not respectful like the men in your documentary. I realize now I want more than a dominant male; I want a man who prides himself on being a Dominant. I want to share that journey of discovery with someone worthy, and “gift” my loyalty and submission only to him.

I would never have had that life-changing revelation if it hadn’t been for your film. Thank you, Miss Bennett, a hundred times over.

Bless you for your courage in sharing your personal journey, as well as facing those who would attack you and your Master for it. I hope someday D/s couples will be as socially acceptable as vanilla couples. Trust me, your film has helped to move public opinion in the right direction.

I will try to be as brave as you as I embark on my own journey.

Thanks again,

Lucy

Her email was not the first Brie had received—she’d gotten numerous messages and letters from people who’d enjoyed the film—but Lucy’s openness struck a chord with Brie. Despite the public discussions on the subject, there was still so much misinformation and prejudice concerning the BDSM community. Lucy’s hope for the future set a fire under Brie, kindling her interest in the new project.

The challenge now that she’d graduated from the Submissive Training Center was to find a different focus for the storyline. The second film would certainly prove more difficult than the first since many of the major players had moved out of the LA area.

After careful consideration and much soul-searching, she submitted a proposal to Mr. Holloway with Sir’s blessing. She anxiously awaited his approval; if Holloway liked the direction Brie wanted to take, she would have an exciting year ahead involving
lots
of travel.

She scoured the mail daily, hoping to see a contract from the producer. When that day finally arrived, she squealed with delight. “I have a good feeling about this, Sir!” she said, ripping open the manila envelope.

Brie started jumping in place as she read the contents.

“I take it he accepted your proposal,” Sir replied with obvious amusement, getting up from his desk and walking over to her.

She grinned proudly as she presented the acceptance letter. “He did, Sir! In fact, he loves the idea.”

“Well done, babygirl. You’re well on your way.” He kissed her on the forehead. The skin his lips had touched tingled in gratitude.

She looked up at Sir, basking in his praise. “Thank you.”

He smiled, but his expression changed as he picked up another letter from the pile. “What’s this?”

As important as the contract was to her, Sir was holding something of far more significance—her first contact from Tono since she’d written him. She knew it was from the Kinbaku Master because of the simple orchid sketched on the back of the envelope. It seemed that everything Tono touched was artistic and beautiful.

Instead of tearing it open, she carefully released the seal so she wouldn’t ruin the painted flower. Brie pulled out the special rice paper and quickly unfolded it.

Dear Brie,

I was heartened to receive your letter. Your dream did not mislead you. I canceled my tour because my father is dying. I’ve kept quiet about it, as I do not want the public to know until he’s passed. We are a private family and this is a private battle.

It has not been easy, as Otosama is in great pain.

Jute is my peace—my escape—but even that has been taken from me. Your letter, however, brought a smile. Thank you for it.

Give your Master my best.

Respectfully yours,

Ren Nosaka

Tears pricked Brie’s eyes after reading his brief letter; the pain radiating from the printed words seemed to permeate the air around her.

“From Nosaka?”

She nodded, handing the letter to Sir. He looked it over, then slowly folded it before giving it back. “Your thoughts?”

“My heart breaks for him.”

“Do you feel a visit is in order?”

Brie’s heart leapt at the suggestion. “Really, Sir? Can we?”

“I’m almost finished here. Although I’d prefer to see it to the end, I’ll talk with my lawyer to confirm he can handle the final details alone.”

Sir beckoned her to sit with him as he moved to the couch. Brie glided over to her Master in only her collar, the skin of her naked young body tingling in anticipation of his masculine touch. She gladly curled up at his feet. With hands that soothed her soul, he began stroking her hair. “Nosaka has been there for us when we needed him. It’s time we returned the favor.”

She looked up at him, proud beyond words to be his submissive. “You are an honorable man, Sir. The best!”

He chuckled softly. “Maybe not quite as honorable as you presume. I plan to make a few calls and see if I can turn this into a business opportunity while we’re there.”

“You are as wise as you are honorable, Sir.”

He raised his eyebrow before swiftly picking her up and placing her over his knee. He took hold of her wrists with one hand, holding them tight, and rubbed her naked ass.

“When will you learn, wayward sub?”

Brie yelped in pain when his hand made contact, but loved the warm feeling that dissipated from the area and radiated throughout her loins. She struggled in his arms as he took several more hard swats, the sounds of which echoed through the apartment.

He rubbed her ass tenderly, before slipping his fingers between her legs. “Wet with only a couple of smacks?” His fingers leisurely stroked her pussy, building her arousal. She stopped struggling, becoming still as she concentrated on the delicious feel of his sensual touch.

“I love my Master’s hand,” she purred.

“Do you, now?” He swatted her four more times, making her squeak in pleasurable pain.

“Very much, Sir.”

His fingers returned to her pussy, slipping into her wet recesses. He knew the exact location of her G-spot and caressed it skillfully, causing her body to tense with an impending climax. “I wonder if I should reward your insolence with an orgasm.”

She bit her lip, then replied playfully, “If it pleases you, Sir.”

He chuckled softly. “It pleases me…”

Brie closed her eyes and let the orgasm roll over her. The rhythmic tightening of her inner muscles announced her climax, and he grunted with satisfaction. “I do love making you come, babygirl.” He slapped her on the ass one more time, then commanded, “Present yourself to me.” She immediately got down on all fours and opened herself to him, longing to be filled by her Master’s shaft.

She trembled as he undressed and slowly knelt down behind her. He slid his manhood against her wet sex and caressed the folds of her pussy with the head of his cock, teasing her opening.

Brie pushed against his rigidity, wanting to be filled.

“No topping from the bottom, téa.”

She whimpered in disappointment when he pulled away. It was hard not to be greedy for his shaft.

“Be still,” he scolded lightly.

“Yes, Master.”

Brie remained unmoving when his cock returned. Although she held her body in check, she expressed her pleasure in a purring moan. It still surprised her how much connecting with Sir in this way expanded her, making her joyously complete.

When he finally slipped his cock inside, Brie cried out in deep satisfaction. He slapped her ass. “You’re a naughty girl, téa.” He wrapped his hand in Brie’s hair and pulled her head back. “So I will fuck you like a slut.”

“Thank you, Master…” she moaned.

He grabbed her waist with his other hand, using it as leverage as he began to pound her hard, challenging her with his depth. Her body started humming with sexual electricity in response to his unrelenting assault. When Sir used her like this, she felt totally…completely…female. Her body became an instrument of gratification, his guttural growls of satisfaction her ultimate reward.

His fucking was selfish, rough and hard—everything she wanted at that moment. “More please,” she begged.

Sir increased the tempo, making her cry out as her body began to ready itself for an orgasm.

“Do not come, téa,” he commanded when her pussy began to quiver with needed release.

Brie knew Sir wanted her to concentrate solely on
his
climax. To add to his sensual pleasure, she began squeezing her inner muscles, caressing his shaft as he pounded into her.

“Fuck…” he groaned. Sir let go of her hair and grabbed her ass with both hands, having been taken to the edge. “Feel your Master’s satisfaction.”

Brie closed her eyes and focused on his shaft pulsing with each release of his come. She threw her head back and joined his vocalizations, the two of them united in their passion.

His Reality