Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (63 page)

Brie, along with the crowd, were left hanging with a burning need for release—a release he denied them all.

Blessed Release

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t wasn’t until they returned home that Sir made good on his seduction at The Haven. With tender hands and gentle lips, he stoked the burning embers he’d created during their scene together. When he finally pulled off her shorts, they literally dripped with her excitement.

“I think both of us are in need of a shower,” Sir told her.

He led Brie into the bathroom and ordered her to stand while he adjusted the temperature of the water. He looked back at her with a charming grin. “I don’t want cold water ruining your heat, babygirl.”

She twisted where she stood, desperate to put out the flames raging inside her. Her poor pussy ached for him. Being a good submissive, however, she did not complain. She knew the release would be worth the wait.

When Sir was satisfied with the temperature, he stripped down and held out his hand to her. “Shall we?”

Brie moaned with pleasure as the warm water cascaded down her skin, the tiny droplets stimulating her body even more. Sir stepped in behind her and grabbed the bar of soap. Gliding it over her skin, he murmured, “First I lather you, then I bend you over.”

Brie moved with him as he covered her body with the luxurious bubbles, the manly scent of his soap an added turn-on. However, what was driving her absolutely wild was his rock-hard cock pressed against her back, announcing his need.

She gasped when the welcome words came as he put the soap down and placed his hand on her back. “Bend over.”

With sensual grace, she followed his command, loving the feel of his palm on her back. She braced herself against the tiled wall and looked back at her Master, opening her legs to him.

Sir forced himself inside, bringing tears to Brie’s eyes as he filled her aching need with his rock hard shaft.

“I needed that, oh, how I needed that…” she groaned.

“I know,” Sir said, grabbing her shoulders to fuck her deeper.

Cupping one hand over her mouth, he increased the tempo of his thrusts, releasing his pent up desire on her body. In a gruff voice he commanded, “Come for me, Brie.”

The use of her given name in that passionate moment made her release more powerful and prolonged.

“Oh, damn…” Sir cried, finding himself coming inside her before he wanted. He grabbed her hips and added depth to his final thrusts. Then he lifted her back into a standing position and wrapped his arms around her, his cock wedged inside her still-quivering pussy.

“I wanted to take it slow with you, but there was no denying my lust tonight.”

Brie tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m glad you didn’t, Sir. I was about to burst into flame.”

“The smell of you…”

“I thought for sure you were going to take me right there at The Haven.”

He ran his hands over her skin, washing the remaining soap from her body. “I spent too many years fucking trainees in front of a panel. When it comes to taking you…I prefer to be alone.”

“I think you stole a year of my life with that little stunt. I feel completely drained, you lust-vampire.”

He let his cock slip out of her and turned Brie around, laughing. “Lust-vampire? That’s one I’ve never been called before.”

She looked up at him, the hot water still cascading down her back and over her well-spent pussy. “You’ve earned it, Sir—in spades.” She stepped out of the shower, feeling a little faint from the encounter and hot steam.

Sir stayed behind to finish rinsing off. “Go lie down, Brie. I’ll join you shortly.”

She sprawled out on the bed, feeling utterly and beautifully used. When Sir walked out, he smiled at her. “Did I tucker my little sub out?”

“Completely, Sir.”

He crawled into bed and gathered her into his arms. “You never cease to amaze me, Brie. I thought you were mistaken to continue with our plan to scene tonight. Yet here we are, having experienced a very successful evening together.”

She caressed his strong jaw, admiring his handsome face. “It’s all because of you, Sir. You were so romantic during the scene at The Haven.” She propped herself up and looked at him seriously. “I’m grateful that wasn’t stolen from me because of what happened.”

“It came down to a matter of trust—for both of us.”

“Yes.” Brie settled back down and thought about the first time they met. “I think I’ve trusted you from the very beginning, even before I knew who you were.”

“Foolish girl,” he chided.

“Sir, can I ask you a question?”

“You know my standard answer. You can ask me anything, but that doesn’t mean I will answer the question.”

“Fair enough. You see, I’ve been wondering about my entrance video lately.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Go on…”

“I think the other trainers must have seen the video I submitted.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, Lea and I got to talking about it when the trainers in Denver were looking over video submissions during my last visit. It made me wonder about my own video because, up to that point, I’d always assumed you were the only one who saw it.”

“The panel always goes through the videos together. It ensures we have a balanced class of submissives.” Sir brushed the wet hair from her face. “However, yours was truly a piece of art, Brie. I’d never seen anything as charming as that smile when you threw your socks into the laundry basket.”

Brie snuggled up to him, enjoying his flattering critique of her video submission.

“We were all impressed that you did the entire video facing away from the camera with your clothes still on. No entrant had thought to do that before.” He glanced at her. “I found it…enchanting.”

Brie felt heat rise to her cheeks as she blushed, but she didn’t want him to stop. “Was that all you liked about it, Sir?”

Sir chuckled. “No. I also enjoyed the enthusiastic way you sucked the plastic phallus, but it was the look on your face when you penetrated your virginal ass that charmed me the most.”

“Charmed you?” Brie felt a twinge of embarrassment thinking back on that moment—her first self-administered anal penetration.

“Based on the form you filled out, it was a shock for all of us to see you perform that act. However, the look of surprise when it slipped in… Ah, well, that was classic. I determined then that I would be the one to introduce your virginal ass to a real cock.”

Brie felt pleasurable tingles on hearing his confession. “How did the other trainers react when I called out your name?”

He shook his head. “That little slip almost cost you the spot, babygirl. None of the trainers were pleased, but Gray was especially troubled because he was convinced you must have known me personally.”

“But you explained we were strangers, right?”

“I did, but it only seemed to provoke him further. The fact that you were fantasizing about a trainer before you even started the program was a major concern to him.” Sir tilted his head and shrugged. “Looking back on it now, I suppose he had a point.”

“What did
you
think when I called out your name?”

He grinned. “It was gratifying, Miss Bennett.”

“I still can’t believe I was brave enough to do the video with that tiny phallus, especially when I…” She blushed profusely, remembering making the entry video for him. “Truly it was only because I was thinking about you that I found the courage to do it. I felt this deep stirring in my soul whenever I thought of you.”

“Which brings validity to Gray’s initial argument. Luckily, Samantha fought hard for your inclusion into the training program.”

Brie looked up in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me correctly.” He chuckled, thinking back on it. “Samantha fought to keep you, despite Gray’s vehement protests, and was even able to convince Coen that you would be a good fit for our program.”

“And they both lived to regret it,” she said, laughing to herself.

“No, Brie. Coen respects you, and Samantha…I’m convinced she suffered with issues of jealousy, which clouded her professional judgment. However, she’s come to appreciate your abilities and talents.”

“Rytsar told me at the cabin that he wanted to talk to you about her.”

“And he did, but I do not agree with him.”

“What are your thoughts on it, Sir?”

“My friend was damaged by his encounter with Samantha. It’s understandable that he still harbors strong feelings against her. It stands to reason that if he can’t trust her himself, then he’s unable to trust her with anyone he cares about.”

“So you aren’t concerned about Ms. Clark?”

“Samantha has striven to change her behavior and better herself. She’s not the same undisciplined woman she was in college. With that in mind, I have to answer no. I do not worry about her with you, although I completely understand why Durov feels that way. I’m certain I would as well, if it had happened to me.”

“Sir, Rytar asked me a question that has haunted me since.”

“What’s that?”

“He asked if I trusted her, and I can honestly say that I don’t. I trust all of the other trainers, but I don’t fully trust Ms. Clark.”

Sir nodded sadly, accepting her assessment. “Unfortunately, Samantha has never given you a reason to trust her. Trust must be earned, and she’s failed in that regard with you.”

“I accepted she was harsh as a trainer, and respected her even when she was harder on me than the others. Knowing how much Lea cares for her, and then learning about your own relationship with her, has helped me to keep a more open mind.”

“How did you feel when you met her in Denver?”

“It was
very
different. She seemed easygoing, less abrasive, although just as intense.”

“Did you feel differently when you were alone with her during filming?”

“The truth is I always feel uncertain around her, Sir—even now. I definitely enjoyed filming her scene, but I also felt a bit like a mouse being played with.”

“That is an interesting way to put it. Although I know Samantha insists on having the upper hand with subs, I felt the unusual tension between you. As you know, I was forced to call her on it several times, even after your training was over.”

“Sir, I never understood her obsession with forcing me to keep my eyes down until this last trip to Russia. After going to Rytsar’s club, I can appreciate why eye contact was so important to her. I believe her desire to please him played out in her training of the students.”

“You may be right, but Durov doesn’t particularly care about eye contact when it comes to his own submissives. He demanded it from Samantha because she was a Dominant, and it pleased him knowing it ate her up inside to obey.”

“Always the sadist.”

Sir frowned. “I still can’t reconcile what happened between them…but I would never willingly put you in harm’s way. Rytsar may be blinded by what happened between them, but I’m not. I can see both sides and have seen the devastation it caused. However, if you do not feel safe around Samantha, I will make sure you are not left alone with her again. I trust your instincts, babygirl. I always have.”

“If I ever feel unsafe, Sir, I promise to let you know.”

Sir mused aloud, “I suppose in the end it comes down to whether you believe people can change. I do, up to a point. Put in the same situation with the same stimuli, most will revert back to the way they were. It’s the reason I encouraged Samantha to give up on Durov. There was no hope and never could be, given their history. Since then, she has matured and found her place within the BDSM community.” He looked at Brie and asked her solemnly, “Do you believe people can change?”

“Of course, Sir. I’m not the person I was before I met you.”

He gave her a sly smile. “I’ve never admitted this to anyone, but I kept your submission entry. I couldn’t delete such a masterpiece.”

Brie laughed, shocked but pleased by his admission. “I can’t believe you kept my video, Sir.”

“I was reckless when it came to you—right from the start. Tell me, babygirl, would you like to revisit that moment in your life?”

“Please, Sir.”

Brie snuggled up to him when he settled back on the bed with his laptop. She smiled to herself when she saw he had named the file ‘MasterpieceAKABrie’. As soon as he hit play, she could tell just how nervous she’d been by the way she’d smiled at the camera and then looked away shyly.