Brie's Montana Dreams (Submissive in Love, #4) (11 page)

Brie walked through the dungeon, naked and proud. Maybe the Doms only saw her as a ghost, but she knew who she was. She was Sir’s collared sub.

Her heart swelled with joy when she walked into Mary’s bedroom and found Sir waiting for her with open arms. “Come to me, Brie.” She glided to him, grateful to be in his embrace.

“Did you enjoy your fantasy?”

“It was a perfect interpretation of it, Sir. I am in awe.”

“You didn’t suspect I was coming today?” he said in a low, questioning tone as he settled on the bed with her. She curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest.

“No, not for a second.”

“I was actually concerned you might call your safeword before I had the chance to play with you.”

“I almost did, Sir,” she admitted with a giggle. Brie traced the muscles of his chest with her finger, loving the feel of his rough hair. “You are a very devious man.”

His smirk let her know he had something else up his sleeve.

She propped herself on his chest. “Okay, spit it out,” she demanded playfully. “What aren’t you telling me, Sir?”

“I have an unexpected trip to make.”

“Where, and can I go?”

“I’m unsure you’ll want to. Unless, of course, you fancy the taste of vodka.”

“Russia, Sir?” she squealed in delight.

Sir chuckled. “My Moscow client has encountered a problem I must address. Although I’ve heard a certain Ruski holds out hope of being part of your documentary, so a Russia trip may prove useful to you.”

“That would be incredible,” she said, bubbling over with excitement. “I was hoping to film the dynamic between a sadist and masochist.”

“Well, now you’ll have that opportunity.” He pulled her against him and inhaled. “I miss the smell of you when we’re apart. I find the fragrance of Brie intoxicating.” She giggled as he began sniffing her body, but those giggles quickly quieted when he moved between her legs and his tongue made contact with her sensitive clit. “I think this Brie needs to be eaten.”

“Oh, Sir…”

Broken

F
aelan sought Brie out the next afternoon. “Have you seen Mary?”

“She left after lunch. Didn’t tell me where she was headed, though.” Brie could feel his anxiety, but was unsure of the cause. “What’s wrong?”

“I suspect she’s with Razor right now.”

Brie had noticed Mary’s unnatural attraction to the intense Dom. It wasn’t a sexual attraction, but something darker and more insidious. “I’ll help you look for her.”

After searching the main building and barn, they headed out towards the woods. When they heard Mary’s screams, they sprinted in the direction of her cries and found her bound to a tree. Razor was slapping her face with such force that it was already leaving bruises.

“Stop!” Faelan demanded.

Razor looked at him with surprise, then stepped away, growling, “I’m only giving the lady what she wants.”

“I know. It’s not you I have an issue with.” Faelan didn’t even look at Razor as he approached Mary. She was a bit slow to respond, the endorphins having kicked in, but she turned her head to face Faelan with a look of defiance.

“Why are you going down this path again?” he asked, sympathy coloring the anger in his voice.

Mary frowned, and said with disdain, “Fuck you, Faelan.”

“I won’t do this again. You were free of your father’s influence; why are you choosing to return by playing out your past with Razor?”

Her lip trembled for a moment, but she shook it off and lashed out at Faelan. “You don’t know what I want or need!”

He began untying her from the tree. “You are like an addict, incapable of staying away from the thing that will destroy you.”

“Don’t be so overdramatic, asshole. And stop treating me like a child.”

As soon as she was free, Faelan pushed her up against the tree. “I told you never to do this again and yet you defy me?”

Her answer dripped with insolence. “Yes.”

“I can’t—I won’t do this anymore with you.” He let go of her. “You have a choice, Mary. You can stop pursuing your past or drown in it.”

She shot daggers of hate towards him as she raised her chin defiantly.

“Fine.” He backed away from her slowly, with a look of overwhelming sadness. “Goodbye, Mary.”

The words sounded so final that it frightened Brie. “Don’t do this. You’re both upset. Why don’t you discuss this when you’ve had time to calm down?”

Faelan looked at Brie, his blue eyes communicating his resolve. “She made her choice the moment she sought out Razor for this scene. There is nothing more to say.”

He walked away, not looking back when Mary called out to him. When he didn’t respond to her cries, she turned to Brie and rolled her eyes. “Such a fucking drama queen.”

“Go after him,” Brie implored.

“He’ll be back.”

“No, Mary. He won’t.”

Mary laughed. “Oh, he’ll be back. The poor boy can’t get enough of me.”

Razor chuckled as he grabbed her roughly. “Then let’s finish what we started, bitch.” He spat in her face before slapping her cheek hard.

“Slap me again.”

Brie turned away. It was heartbreaking that Mary was encouraging her own destruction. She watched with desperation as Faelan disappeared into the woods.

“Damn it, Mary. If you don’t go after him right now, you’ll lose him.”

When she acted as though she hadn’t heard, Brie started after Faelan, shouting behind her, “You’re a fucking fool, Mary!”

“And you’re just a stupid bitch!”

Brie could not catch up, and lost Faelan long before she made it back to the lodge. She saw Sir talking to a group of Dominants and ran to him, panting for breath.

Sir excused himself and led Brie to a private spot, obviously concerned for her. “What’s wrong?”

“Faelan’s run off. Mary defied him and he says he’s done with her.” Tears started to fall when she told him, “Sir, she needs him.”

Instead of becoming upset, Sir pulled Brie into his arms. “I was afraid it would end this way.”

She looked up at him in disbelief. “Why would you say that?”

“Wallace mentioned Mary’s attraction to the newest Dom to me. Unfortunately, the man bears a striking resemblance to her father.”

Brie suddenly felt nauseated. “Oh no…”

“Wallace is doing the right thing. Her defiance of his direct command cemented her fate.”

“But they love each other,” she insisted.

“Wallace has done what he can to ensure her well-being. Now he must concentrate on himself.”

Brie felt a prickling on the back of her neck. “Sir, is there something wrong with him?”

The seriousness of Sir’s expression confirmed her fears. “It’s not for me to say. If Wallace wanted you to know, he would have shared it with you.”

Brie’s heart beat wildly, a feeling of panic setting in. “He can’t leave Mary now. She has no idea, Sir. I’m sure of it.”

“He didn’t want to burden her, and ultimately it
is
his choice.”

“But she would never let him go if she knew. It’s not fair to her. I have to tell him!”

“I don’t believe it will do any good.”

The desperation she felt was overwhelming, and she begged, “Please, Sir.”

Her Master took pity on her. “Wallace went downstairs to pack. You may speak to him if he is still there.”

She raced into the lodge and burst through the door to see Faelan closing his suitcase. “There’s nothing to be said,” he barked.

“Whatever is wrong with you, Mary deserves to know.”

His eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“I suspected something was wrong, and Sir just confirmed it but wouldn’t tell me what.”

He chuckled angrily. “Leave it to you to notice, when Mary didn’t.”

“She would never let you go if she knew, Todd.”

“It makes no difference and wouldn’t have changed what happened today.”

“Trust me, if Mary knew—”

“This is something I have to face alone. She doesn’t need to know and neither do you.” He looked at Brie fiercely, stating, “I don’t want Mary to know anything about it.”

“But—”

“Do not defy me in this.”

His tone took her certainty down a notch or two. Faelan was right. This was his life, his decision. It wasn’t her place to intervene. “Fine. I won’t.”

“At this moment, Mary is basking in the belief that she has one-upped me, but once she realizes what she’s done, she’s going to fall hard.” He looked at Brie with compassion. “If she reaches out to you, promise you’ll support her.”

“But I’m so pissed with her now!”

“Feel free to hit her between the eyes with it, the same way she would you, but be there for her nonetheless. I’m afraid she has chosen a path she won’t recover from.” The look of pain and loss on Faelan’s face undid Brie. She walked over to him and placed her hand over his heart. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at her with those ocean-blue eyes haunted by loss and deep sorrow. “I don’t understand why I was spared on the day of the crash, because nothing I’ve done since has amounted to anything.”

“No, Todd, that’s not true. I’m grateful to know you, and Mary is a better person because of you. Don’t doubt that—never doubt that.”

He shrugged. “Just be there for her, Brie. You’re the only friend she has.”

“Of course. Can I at least ask where you’re headed?”

He smiled sadly, shaking his head. “No, that’s just between me and the powers above.” He slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and grabbed the suitcase. “See you, blossom.”

Brie stood there with tears blurring her vision, the lump in her throat making it impossible to speak—but in her head she was crying,
Don’t leave!

Skeletons

M
ary avoided Brie like the plague for the last few days of her stay, choosing to bunk with another couple in a room at the other end of the lodge. Whenever an accidental meeting occurred, she treated Brie as if she didn’t exist, although she acknowledged Sir.

“You are being very patient with her,” Sir complimented Brie.

“I understand Mary, Sir. Despite her bravado, she knows she messed up—and bad. She just isn’t ready to admit it yet, especially to me.”

On the last day, however, Mary sought her out while Brie was taking in the mountain scenery from the bridge; the same bridge where Faelan had met with Brie on the first day.

“So you’re headed back into the vanilla world, huh?”

“Yes, but I’m going to miss this place.”

“Yeah, you’re going to wish you could come back here, I bet.”

Brie smiled kindly, grateful they were talking. “I’m sure I will.”

Mary shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It took her several minutes before she told Brie, “If you see Faelan, tell him I’m sorry.”

“I will.” She didn’t have the heart to tell Mary that she couldn’t pass on the message.

Mary looked broken when she confessed, “I don’t think he’s coming back.”

Brie felt tears prick her eyes. “No, I don’t think he will.”

Mary glanced around and stated, “Here I am, living the dream, and it doesn’t mean a thing without him.”

“Brie,” Sir said, walking up to them, “Master Gannon wants to speak to us before we leave.”

“Certainly, Sir.” She reached out to hug Mary and clasped her hand instead when the girl tried to pull away. “Look, I’m here for you. You can call if you need to talk, even though you’ll have to head into Whitefish to do it.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Brie took the arm Sir offered and they headed towards Gannon’s office. Mary called out, “You’d better accept the charges when I call, Stinky Cheese.”

Brie turned around and smiled. “Don’t worry, bitch. I will.”

Master Gannon surprised Brie when they reached his office. She’d expected he would go over any last-minute thoughts concerning the footage she’d shot. Instead, he handed Sir a large envelope.

“It just arrived.”

Sir took it from him and looked at the address of the sender. He glanced at Brie. “It’s from Thompson.”

Brie held her breath, afraid she already knew what it said. Sir tore open the envelope and read through the first letter with a questioning look. He shook his head and handed it to her while he read the second.

She looked it over with a growing sense of dread.

Dear Mr. Davis,