Brie Surrenders her Heart (After Graduation, #8) (23 page)

Her lips trembled slightly as she listened to Faelan. She stared ahead without speaking, his words seeming to have no effect until the tears began to flow. A heart-wrenching cry escaped Mary’s lips.

Faelan pulled a small penknife from his pocket and swiftly cut her from her bonds, gathering Mary into his arms and holding her tightly as a flood of emotion tore at her. It was a terrible and powerful release that Mary couldn’t control. Sheltering her, he picked her up and spirited her to one of the private rooms in the back of the club.

People stood gawking as they passed, wondering what had just happened. Brie pushed through them and began gathering Faelan’s things, then cleaned the area. Her heart was racing as she picked up the large knife and the pieces of rope and stuffed them into the black bag.

Whatever Faelan had said must have affected Mary on a soul level. Brie had never seen the woman cry real tears—ever. She looked in the direction in which the two had disappeared. Tonight, the young Dom had broken the barrier no one else had. For the first time, Brie felt hope…for both of them.

Lea came running up just as Brie was sanitizing the area. “Oh-em-gee, Brie, what just happened? Everyone is talking!”

Brie smiled as she meticulously wiped down the chair. “Lea, I think Blonde Nemesis has found her Prince Charming. Faelan held the key to unlock her.”

Lea shook her head in disbelief. “Someone actually got through to that woman? And it was the young pup, no less?”

“Mary caused quite a ruckus by rejecting Master O, but I’m so proud of her. She stayed true to her heart, despite the temptation the Master must have presented.”

“Dang, girl—sounds like I missed
all
the action!”

Brie gave her an unsympathetic look. “Like I’m going to feel sorry for you, all tied up with Tono. But yes, it was amazing,” she said wistfully. “So romantic, the way he stopped midway through backhanding her and said ‘No’. But even more astonishing was seeing Mary really cry.”

“Blonde Nemesis sobbing? I don’t believe it.”

Brie had seen the spark between them, and said with confidence, “Mark my words, Lea. I see a collaring in their future.”

Lea’s Erotic Surprise

T
he last day of production, Sir sent Brie an unusual text as they were wrapping up:
Go to the boutique next to the studio.

With a little googling, Brie found the closest shop and headed there when she was done for the day. Even though it had been an exhausting week, she couldn’t wait to discover what Sir had planned for the evening.

A little bell rang above the doorway, announcing her entrance into the boutique, but there wasn’t a soul in the shop. She looked around and saw a gamut of sexy clothing, from catsuits and lingerie to full-length gowns.

“Hello?”

Brie moved up to the counter and saw a large box with a small envelope attached. Her name was on it. She took it off and read:

Go to the flower shop by our apartment.

Bring the box but do not open it.

Brie picked up the giant box, grinning as she clutched it. What lay inside could be an evening gown, which meant a night out, or naughty lingerie for indoor play.

Clever Sir.

She texted him as soon as she was in the car. He responded with an extra assignment for her.

Put your feet on the dashboard on either side of the steering wheel.

Play with yourself until you’re on the brink of orgasm.

Proceed to the flower shop.

Brie looked around at the busy sidewalk. She was nervous about masturbating in public, but did not want to fail Sir. She gingerly placed her high heels on either side of the wheel and scooted down a little so she wouldn’t be as obvious.

Brie only received a few blank stares, so she reached between her legs and under her panties.

She suddenly understood the exhilaration of her assignment. Doing something wicked in broad daylight with the very real threat of detection was arousing in the extreme, which was also cruel, given the fact she wasn’t supposed to orgasm.

Brie slipped her finger inside her pussy and coated it with her juices before pulling out and playing with her clit. It was already erect and sensitive. She swirled her finger over the responsive nub before giving it a good flicking.

Brie whimpered and had to stop. She was too turned on to tease herself that way. Using two fingers, she slid in and out of her pussy, gliding her slick fingers over the folds of her outer lips, only brushing her clit lightly on occasion. Oh, yes, that felt good—like a relaxing back-rub for the loins.

But she knew that was not what Sir had asked of her. Brie returned to the quick flicking, seeing how long she could take it. Her pussy began to burn with need, demanding a quick release to end the torment. She was inclined to spoil it, but resisted the urge.

Just a little longer.

She made the mistake of looking up and meeting the gaze of a man walking past. The unexpected connection sent her over the edge. She squeaked, removing her fingers and scrambling to sit up, her pussy beginning to climax.

No, no, no…

Brie did the only thing she could think to stop the tidal wave. She slapped her face hard. The pain brought her off the precipice and back down to earth.
Success!

The man was still staring at her. Brie took her two fingers and slipped them into her mouth, sucking off her remaining juices. “Yum,” she mouthed before buckling up and starting the car.

She headed to the flower shop with a mischievous grin on her face. Sometimes it was wickedly fun to be bad.

Thank you, Sir.

Brie kept glancing at the box as she drove. Wrapped packages presented a terrible temptation. Sir knew the added torture he was putting Brie through by preventing her from taking a peek. He was probably at home, sipping a martini, amused by the thought of it.

Brie entered the tiny flower shop and went up to the girl at the counter, but was unsure what to say to her.

“Are you Miss Bennett?” the woman finally asked, after looking Brie over.

Brie smiled in relief. “I am, but how did you know?”

“I was told to look for a particular necklace.”

Brie fingered her collar and smiled. “I
love
this necklace.”

“It is quite lovely. I haven’t seen one like it before,” the shopkeeper replied as she handed Brie a single stem covered in a series of delicate orchids.

Brie took it and examined the blossoms, admiring the perfection of each individual flower. “This is stunning.”

“Yes, it is. I was instructed to pick only the best for you.”

Brie didn’t see a card with further instructions, so she asked, “Is there anything else?”

“No, this is all.”

Brie was slightly confused. Orchids reminded her of Tono, but that couldn’t be right, so she texted Sir after leaving the shop. Unfortunately, she got no response. Was he up in the apartment, waiting for her?

She stared at the orchid again, remembering the haiku Tono had written. It had mentioned an erotic gift… But OMG—if she was wrong and showed up at Tono’s place uninvited? It would be all kinds of embarrassing.

Playing it safe, Brie made a quick stop by the apartment. She wasn’t surprised to see it dark and silent. She checked every room just to be sure before getting into her car and heading to the Kinbaku master’s place.

Now her imagination was running amok. Why would Sir have Brie spend time at Tono Nosaka’s? She remembered he had mentioned that Lea’s birthday gift was linked to Tono’s.

Damn! Whatever they have planned is going to be freakin’ amazing!

Brie pulled up to Tono’s house and stared at it, feeling disappointed. His house was dark too. She got out of the car, assuming that Sir had left a card for her on the doorstep. However, as she approached she noticed a slight flickering through the window, as well as the hypnotic sound of a lone flute.

She knocked lightly, trembling all over as she waited for Tono to open the door. Instead, Lea graced the doorway dressed in a vibrant red kimono, her lips stylized in black to look like those of a geisha.

“Miss Bennett,” she said in a formal voice, “please come in.”

Brie stepped through the entrance with her large present, which Lea took from her before shutting the door.

The room was a fairyland of red candles.

“Lea, this is beautiful!”

“Kind of you to say, Miss Bennett,” Lea said, trying to hide her grin. “I am here to clean and prepare you for the evening.”

That sounded deliciously promising.

“Please follow me,” Lea directed, leading Brie to Tono’s bedroom.

Brie whispered, “What’s going on?”

“I have waited months for this, Miss Bennett. I’m not about to spoil the surprise now,” Lea informed her. “So be quiet and enjoy my preparations.”

Brie giggled under her breath. The sexual tension flowing from Lea told her that this was going to be better than anything she had imagined. Brie just hoped the evening wouldn’t end in a bad joke.

Lea undressed her slowly, laying her clothes on the bed. She then spent an hour cleaning her body, shaving her intimate parts and fixing her hair. All the months of stress slowly evaporated under Lea’s gentle hands.

“I like the look of your brand,” Lea purred, lightly tracing the mark. It ached at her touch, but Brie found it strangely erotic.

“Does it still hurt?” Lea asked.

“Not as bad as it did. To be honest, the branding itself didn’t hurt nearly as much as the weeks after.” Brie looked behind her, wishing she could see it. “Still, I love wearing his mark and I love looking at his.”

“Sir has one too?”

Brie suddenly felt guilty, as if she had given away a privileged secret. “Forget I said anything. Please…”

Lea could tell she was upset and assured her, “Don’t worry, Brie. I’m going to see it tonight anyway.”

Brie gasped and turned to face her. “What?”

Lea cursed herself as she turned Brie back around. “Forget I said anything. Enough talk.”

Lea giggled to herself as she continued her sensual preparations. When her friend had finished, she gave Brie a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Now to unwrap your gift, birthday girl.”

Brie tore into the package. Had it been anyone but Lea, she would have shown more decorum, but her best friend knew how wrapped gifts intrigued Brie. She lifted the lid and found a kimono that matched Lea’s, but in black. It was covered in intricate embroidery. Brie realized on closer inspection that there were tiny orchids covering the silk. “This is unreal,” she exclaimed, picking it up to put it on. She twirled around, feeling the cool silk flap lightly against her warm skin. She felt so wonderfully spoiled that she hugged herself.

“Miss Bennett, although it is beautiful on you, I need to complete your dress,” Lea said, returning to her formal persona. She slid the garment off Brie’s shoulders and laid it back on the bed.

Lea took a pair of stockings, garters and lacy crotchless panties from the box. She helped Brie into them and then finished with the kimono, tying the sash tight around Brie’s waist. Lea stood back and looked at her with the pride of a mother.

“Simply gorgeous, just as I envisioned.” She dragged Brie to the mirror and they stood side by side. Lea had a red kimono and black lips, and Brie was her complement, wearing a black kimono and red geisha lips.

“We make a beautiful pair,” Brie said, laying her head on Lea’s large chest.

“We always have,” she replied, smiling at Brie in the mirror. “And now for your big surprise. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it.”

Brie saw actual bumps on Lea’s arm. “What are you planning to do to me?” she questioned, suddenly worried.

“Just you wait, Brie. I’ve watched you from the beginning of training. I know what you like. I think tonight will top everything.
Everything
!”

“Please—give me a hint, at least.”

Lea led Brie out of the room. “You’re just going to have to trust me.”

Trust Lea?

Sir and Tono stood waiting for her. Both men were naked from the waist up, which was heavenly to behold. Sir was dressed only in black silk pants, and Tono in red.