Brie Pleases her New Master (After Graduation, #1), p.1Red Phoenix
Brie Pleases her New Master:
Brie Pleases her New Master
Copyright 2012 by Red Phoenix
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Her First Lesson with Master
Lesson Two: The Heart
Lesson Three: A Matter of Ego
A Little Restraint
The Wolf Returns
About the Author Red Phoenix
Her First Lesson with Master
The large commons broke out in applause as the elevator doors closed. Brie couldn’t stop the tears from falling, knowing that Sir had given up his position at the Submissive Training Center to claim her.
Her heart melted when he looked down and winked. “No need to cry, babygirl. This is just the beginning.”
She smiled through the tears and slipped her hand into his. “Yes, Sir.”
“No more tears,” he commanded gently.
Brie dutifully wiped them away and took a deep breath. When the doors opened at the first floor, Sir put down his box of office mementoes and took off his jacket. “I can’t have you walking out into the cool night like this.” He wrapped his jacket, still warm from his body heat, around her naked shoulders. He buttoned it up, picked up his box again and guided her out of the elevator, saying, “Come with me, Brie.”
She held her breath, loving those four simple words. Her Master was taking her home… She had to pinch herself to believe it.
Sir led her to the farthest corner of the parking lot, to a glossy red car that looked like it belonged in a car show, not at a community college. It was Batman hot.
He held out his hand and helped her into the low-lying car. She tried to enter it gracefully but fell into the bucket seat with a plop.
Sir chuckled lightly. “Such style.” He slid the door closed and proceeded to the other side, then buckled himself in before starting the roaring engine.
“What kind of car is this?” she asked.
“It’s not a car, Brie. This is a modified Lotus Evora S.”
She hid her smile. Obviously, she knew nothing about his ‘baby’ and would need to google it later.
He drove like he played with a sub—skillfully, but pushing the limits of the vehicle. Brie flushed in excitement, knowing that Sir was taking her home to play with her, alone.
Brie’s jaw dropped when he pulled up to the front of a towering high-rise and a debonair valet immediately ran up to greet him. Sir opened her car door, and supported Brie as she made a second attempt at being graceful exiting from the low vehicle. She smiled and glanced up, mesmerized by the possessive look in Sir’s eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when he bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips before handing over his key to the attendant.
Brie took the arm he offered her and they walked through the doors, which were held open by a doorman.
“Good evening, Mr. Davis.”
Sir nodded courteously, but said nothing as he guided Brie to the elevator. The foyer of the apartment building was opulent. She couldn’t imagine what his apartment must be like. She licked her lips apprehensively, feeling out of place.
“Nothing to be nervous about, babygirl,” Sir said.
She whispered, “I’ve never been here. I feel…”
“At home,” he answered for her. Her body tingled at his words.
The bell chimed and the elevator doors opened for them. Sir placed his hand on the small of her back, the electricity of his touch making her whole body quiver. The interior of the elevator was mirrored, so Brie was able to sneak glances at Sir as they traveled up to his apartment. He stared straight ahead with a slight smirk on his face, as if he was already considering what he would do with her.
Will my heart survive tonight? she wondered.
At the fifteenth floor, the door opened to a marbled hallway. Sir escorted her out and led Brie to the last door on the right. The door was made of dark wood, engraved with a symbol that looked suspiciously like a BDSM triskele, the emblem for the lifestyle. Was Sir that forthright about it? Did the whole high-rise know what he did for a living…what he used to do? A momentary jolt of guilt clouded her joy.
Sir opened the heavy door to a long, narrow hallway with walls covered in various forms of modern art, from sculptures mounted on the walls to alluring paintings. Brie’s heels made an attractive clicking sound on the dark marble floor as he escorted her inside. The apartment smelled of Sir.
He walked her to a large, open area covered in windows from floor to ceiling, with a breathtaking view overlooking the city. “Impressive,” she said quietly.
“I quite agree,” he answered, unbuttoning the jacket he’d put around her and slipping it off her shoulders. Her nipples were already erect, begging for her Master’s attention. “I prefer you like this,” he murmured. His lips grazed her neck teasingly, and then he gestured towards the seating area. “Sit while I make us a drink. I would like to talk about our new arrangement.”
Brie’s heart fluttered as she watched him walk away. She glanced around the large room, noting that it was decorated in a minimalistic style, but the furniture was artfully placed and sensual in appearance. Sir had pointed to a black sofa, but she was drawn to an attractive red chair on the other side of the room. It was curvaceous and thin, made only for one person. She walked up to it, noting its unique shape. It was more like a chaise longue, made for a single person to lie in rather than sit. It had a high, attractively curved back and an equally aesthetic, rounded foot area. She lay down, fitting comfortably in the concave middle of the chair, and looked out over the city from her comfortable vantage point, listening to Sir moving about in the kitchen.
Brie tried to calm her nerves as she came to grips with her new reality. She was in Sir’s apartment—he was her Master. Be still my beating heart!
Sir walked back out of the kitchen holding two martini glasses. When he saw her, he stopped and chuckled. “Of course you would choose that chair.”
Brie didn’t understand and started to get up.
“No, stay where you are. It’s actually perfect.” He walked over and handed her a glass. Then he looked out over the cityscape and smiled as he took a drink. Brie regained her composure, and tasted it. The martini Sir had made was slightly dirty, with just the right amount of olive brine mixed with the smooth, high-end vodka.
“Lie back, Brie. I want to enjoy the beauty you bring to my place.”
She happily obliged, lying against the back of the sexy chaise, being careful not to spill. Brie lifted one arm over her head casually, knowing it would display her breasts in a pleasing manner for her Master.
“Lovely.” He took another sip of his drink with a playful smirk on his lips. Brie wondered what he was thinking but she quietly followed suit, unabl
“We have much to discuss, you and I. However, I wish to leave the majority of it for another day. I will be putting my consultant work on hold for a few days off so we can grow accustomed to our new relationship, but in truth…I plan to play with you hard and often. Expect little rest.”
Brie loved the idea of that, but her practical side took over. “Sir, I am scheduled to work tomorrow night.”
He laughed out loud. “I am confident my uncle does not expect to see you so soon after your collaring.”
His uncle. It sounded adorable to hear Sir call Mr. Reynolds ‘uncle’. “May I call and tell him I won’t be there, Sir?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I will talk to him myself about the matter. But you will be handing in your two weeks’ notice when you return to work on Monday.”
Brie couldn’t hide her surprise. She’d naturally assumed she would continue working with his uncle at the tobacco shop. “Yes, Master. May I ask what I will be doing instead?”
“You will begin editing your documentary. When you present it to Holloway, the film needs to be perfect. That will take time, and you won’t have the time if you are stocking cigarettes on shelves.”
Everything in her life had changed in one night. It was thrilling, but also a little disconcerting. “I’m grateful I can say goodbye to Mr. Reynolds and help train my replacement.”
“No doubt Unc is going to have trouble replacing you.”
She wanted to giggle when he called Mr. Reynolds ‘Unc’. It was a casual side of Sir she’d never suspected existed, which made her more impatient to discover Sir’s many secrets.
He continued on without interruption. “However, it is not my concern—or yours,” he added for emphasis.
Pleasing Sir and making the documentary is my new reality? Pinch me now! “I understand, Sir… Master…” She blushed. “What should I call you?” Brie felt foolish for not knowing the protocol with him now that he was no longer her trainer.
He laughed. “It’s simple, Miss Bennett. When we have a conversation or are out in public, I expect to be called Sir. However, when we are in a scene I am your Master.”
She looked up at him shyly, the word ‘Master’ having a distinct effect on her. “Thank you for the clarification, Sir.” She took another sip of the martini to hide her nervousness.
“I shall also call you by a different name.”
That was unexpected news. Brie rested the drink on her lap as she gave Sir her undivided attention. “What name is that, Sir?”
Brie tilted her head, uncertain of its meaning. She dutifully answered, “Thank you, Sir.”
He graced her with a heart-melting smile before taking a drink.
Tay-ah… She’d never heard a sub called that at the Center. Names were significant—they helped define the role of the submissive—so she waited patiently for Sir to explain.
He set his glass on an end table and approached her with a tender look in his eye. He grazed her cheek with the back of his hand. “My father was half Italian. ‘Téa’ means ‘goddess’.”
His answer left her speechless. In one fell swoop, he had graced her with a huge compliment and revealed the fact that his father was of Italian descent, but no longer living. Brie was unsure how to respond and whispered, “I am honored, Sir.”
“Know that I will think of you as a goddess even as I fuck you like a slut.”
His words were powerful and unsettling. Brie quivered in the red lounger and closed her eyes, trying to calm her pounding heartbeat. Was she woman enough for such a man?
“Téa, the only item you are allowed to wear is the collar around your neck.”
The tingling fire began in her loins as Brie opened her eyes and nodded. She carefully set down her drink and complied with his instructions. Once she was naked, she bowed low at his feet.
“Walk to the window.”
Brie rocked off her heels and stood up, floating on clouds as she made her way to the expansive window. She felt the weight of Sir’s stare on her and trembled at the intensity of it. There was an acute sense of vulnerability in being naked in front of the huge window, especially with a similar high-rise just right of the building.
In a deep voice he commanded, “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, put your hands on the window and lean forward so that your nipples touch the glass.”
She opened her legs and put her palms on the cold window, leaning slowly forward until her nipples made contact with the chilly glass. Brie gasped softly and waited for his next instruction, but he gave none. She watched Sir through the reflection of the window as he stood and admired her while sipping his martini.
The wait, the anticipation, combined with his lustful scrutiny, made Brie exceedingly wet. She closed her eyes, chagrined when she felt a trickle of her excitement run down her leg. Brie was desperate for him, her nipples aching with need, stimulated by the pressure and temperature of the glass.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Sir walk out of the room and the distinct sound of the martini glasses being placed on a granite counter. It begins…
“Don’t move or speak, but you are allowed to come,” he murmured as he drew close. Brie bit her lip when Sir lightly traced her shoulder with his fingertips, her whole body concentrating solely on his touch. She continued to sneak peeks at him in the reflection, enjoying the erotic contrast of her being completely nude while he remained in his tux, minus the jacket.
Sir’s hand trailed down her back and over the swell of her ass. Brie had to consciously stifle her cry when his demanding fingers pressed into her sex and he felt the extent of her need.
His grunt was low and passionate. “Your body betrays you. You stand quiet and demure, but inside you are a raging firestorm of desire.”
She struggled to keep quiet when he began playing with her pussy, already oversensitive from need of him. With his expert fingers, he quickly brought her to a swift orgasm.
“So soon?” Sir chuckled lightly in her ear. Then he knelt down on the floor.
Brie about died when she felt his tongue on her still throbbing clit. She made a muffled squeak and closed her eyes tightly, trying to remain upright as he spread her outer lips with his fingers and took a long, drawn-out lick.
“I love the taste of Brie.”
He’s making a joke? She almost burst out in giggles but bit down on her lip hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Brie’s legs trembled as Sir swirled his tongue over her clit, between her dripping inner lips, until he reached that sensitive area between her opening and her sphincter. Her inner muscles contracted powerfully. To have Sir concentrate his oral attention so close to her ass felt enticingly forbidden. Unfortunately, the area was so sensitive that her knees buckled.
Sir seemed to have anticipated it, because his hands cradled her buttocks as he gave Brie the support she needed to regain her stance. “No moving,” he admonished as she returned to the same spot. Brie gasped when he pressed his fingers onto her clit and rubbed in circles slowly, causing a delicious burn.
She was completely held under his spell, his willing and wanton plaything.
“Come,” he whispered hoarsely from between her legs.
Her body tensed, initially resisting the command. Soon, however, a cold chill settled on Brie, traveling through her body just before she exploded in a second release, far more powerful than the first. He licked her clit as it pulsed against his tongue.
With a will of iron, she stayed in place and only made small, whimpering gasps. As the last contraction reverberated through her small frame, Sir growled lustfully, “Your ass calls to me.”
A cry caught in her throat as he coated his thumb with her juices and slipped it into her tight hole. He played with her ass while he continued to sensually torture her with his tongue. Sir began sucking on her clit in a rhythmic manner, causing her pussy to burn with unbearable heat. When he started thrust
Brie’s legs shook uncontrollably as the third orgasm rolled over her. She was going to fall—there was no way to prevent it. “Sir…” she whimpered just before her legs gave out.
He chuckled as he caught her. “Can’t handle your new Master?”
She looked up at him in amazement. The power of the man...
“Tsk, tsk,” he joked as he helped her up. But then he ordered, “Resume the position, téa.”
She had to look down at her feet to make sure they were spread properly, because her entire body had become weak and uncooperative. Brie put her hands on the cold glass and pressed her nipples against it. Can a woman faint from coming? she wondered. She knew she was in for a hard fall the instant she heard him unzip his pants.
Slow breaths, Brie... She watched Sir’s reflection clandestinely as he positioned himself behind her. His hard cock pressed against her wet, overly excited pussy just before he thrust his full length into her, causing her nipples to rub against the cold glass.
Oh, dear God!
He grabbed her buttocks and thrust, each stroke pronounced and effective. Brie had to brace her hands against the glass to meet his fervent strokes. He made sure her nipples took the onslaught, and they rubbed up and down the chilly glass with each motion. Electrical jolts from the friction coursed straight to her groin.
She looked at Sir in the reflection, watching the concentration on his face as he delivered exactly what he wanted her to receive. Then he leaned into her, putting his hands on top of hers. She stared at their intertwined fingers, overcome by the sensuality of it.
Sir pressed her body against the glass, growling in her ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the first day I saw you.”
Brie closed her eyes and whimpered when his lips came down on her neck and he bit her as if he were a lion subduing its mate. She gave in entirely when her body embraced the chilly wave of her fourth orgasm, no longer needing to concern herself with standing. Sir held her in place with the pressure of his body against hers, his teeth still positioned on her neck. She shuddered afterwards, slowly becoming aware that her cheeks were wet with tears.
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