Brie’s Denver Desires (Submissive in Love, #2) (2 page)

When they eventually stopped, Baron moved her legs together so she could stand comfortably, but she hung from the chains, her whole body weak from their intense play.

Master Anderson’s rough hands caressed her sweaty shoulders, then he lightly traced the welts he had created on her back. Gently wiping the tears from Brie’s face, he murmured his comfort and praise. When his lips landed firmly on hers, the demanding kiss awakened her inner animal. She growled, her tongue becoming aggressive as she explored Master Anderson’s mouth.

He grabbed her head with both hands and kissed her harder, inciting a greater need to be satisfied. Brie’s mind swirled with insatiable desire and she bit his bottom lip when he tried to pull away. Master Anderson slapped her ass hard, chuckling as he slowly unbuckled her wrists from the cuffs. She collapsed into Baron’s waiting arms and was carried to a bed on the other side of the room.

Baron laid her down carefully on her side, then proceeded to undress before her. His glistening dark skin, rigid shaft and masculine scent called to her.

Brie reached out to him. “I need you.”

His response was to flash a mischievous smile. “Not yet, kitten.”

Brie glanced over and saw Master Anderson cleaning his whip. Her pussy contracted when he looked in her direction. The lust in those green eyes captivated her. She stared into them like a frightened deer that knows it’s about to be devoured—and oh, how she wanted to be devoured.

As he walked towards her, Master Anderson stripped off his shirt then unlatched his belt, dropping it to the floor. By the time he reached the edge of the bed, he’d already unzipped his pants, exposing his massive shaft. “Now that we have you loosened up, we will show you no mercy, slave.”

“No mercy,” she agreed, licking her lips in anticipation.

Brie’s breath came in quick gasps as she watched the men lubricate their cocks. Baron’s shaft was dark, handsome and thick, while Master Anderson’s was ruddy, and branchlike in its length and circumference; a challenging cock for any woman. To take both seemed impossible for her small frame.

Master Anderson wiped his hands before joining her on the bed. He lay on his back and commanded lustfully, “Force my cock inside you, slave.”

Brie was slow to straddle him, still a bit shaky from her sub high. She raised herself over his impressive shaft and, with his support, lowered herself onto it. Initially her body resisted his girth. She bit her lip as she pressed against the head of his enormous shaft, refusing to fail this lesson. Her pussy lips stretched out achingly as his manhood finally slid into her.

Brie gasped as Master Anderson’s cock filled her, but she smiled triumphantly at him once she’d settled fully onto it. He gripped her waist and lifted her up, letting her slowly descend back down. She continued the slow dance, enthralled by the fire it created between them.

“Are you ready for me?” Baron said in a slow drawl, stroking his shaft as he watched.

For the first time Brie felt a twinge of fear, but the thought of pushing her body to the limit was actually exciting her. She moaned when she felt the bed shift as Baron made his way over to her.

Caressing her ass, he commented, “I’ve never had the opportunity to enjoy this part of you.” Baron gently coated her tight hole with extra lubricant and began to massage her rosette, slowly pushing his finger inside her. She closed her eyes, her whole body tingling at the thought of his thick shaft claiming her.

“Slave.”

Brie opened her eyes and stared into Master Anderson’s intense, jade-colored ones. His lustful need demanded she satiate it.

“Hold yourself open for him.”

She obediently lay her torso on Master Anderson’s broad chest and put her arms behind her, spreading herself open for Baron. It added an element of exposure and vulnerability.

“Kitten…” Baron growled as he pressed his cock against her resistant opening. She expected he would force himself in, but he seemed to be waiting.

Brie looked back questioningly.

“That’s it, kitten, look at me.”

Brie whimpered as the roundness of his thick head pressed hard against her. Taking his full circumference seemed unachievable, but after several minutes of gentle thrusts, her taut muscles relaxed enough to draw him inside.

Both men groaned.

She started to pant heavily as Baron rocked his shaft deeper into her. Master Anderson told her to prop herself up on his chest so he could play with her breasts. As soon as his hands began to tug and pull on her nipples, her body’s resistance eased, allowing the manly invasion.

Master Anderson grabbed her buttocks while Baron wrapped his hands around her waist and both men began to thrust…

Brie cried out, her whole body shuddering from the deep ache it caused. It took everything in her to accept the movement of both shafts, but she willingly gave herself to it, begging them to take her deeper.

“Slave,” Master Anderson called as she started to fly from their dual attention. She resisted his call, wanting to get lost in the feeling of complete surrender. “Slave,” he insisted.

She reluctantly opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion when he instructed, “Return your seats to an upright position and keep your seatbelts fastened until we are parked safely at the gate…”

Brie woke with a start and gazed into the questioning eyes of her seatmate on the plane.

“Good dream?” the middle-aged woman asked, obviously amused.

Mistress Isa

B
rie smiled self-consciously as she stared out the airplane window at the snow-capped mountains while the plane pulled up to the gate. She’d always pictured Denver being closer to the Rockies, but that didn’t seem to be the case at all. It was more like a sprawling city on the flat plains, with the mountains acting as its backdrop.

She would have been disappointed, but the fact that Lea lived here made Denver a magical place. She longed to see the look on her best friend’s face when she surprised her. Sir had mentioned that Master Anderson had something special in mind for their initial meeting. Brie couldn’t begin to guess what it might be, but she knew it would be entertaining. Master Anderson was the kind of Dom who could make you laugh one instant and bring you to your knees the next.

When the plane came to a complete stop, Brie pulled her cell phone from her purse and texted him, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.

I’m here!

She glanced nervously at her phone when she exited the airport train. Master Anderson hadn’t responded yet. Unfortunately, Sir had not given her any instructions other than to meet the Dom once she landed. She had no idea where Master Anderson was and wasn’t allowed to call Lea to find out.

Brie headed up the escalator to the main terminal and looked around anxiously. There was a crowd of people eagerly waiting to greet those coming off the train. Out of curiosity, she scanned the signs the limo drivers held up and was surprised to see the name “Young Brie”. Her eyes trailed from the sign to the face of the man holding it. She grinned when she saw Master Anderson, who happened to be wearing a cowboy hat and looking damn sexy in it.

She ran up to Master Anderson, and giggled when he lifted her into the air and twirled her around. When he set her back on the ground, he tipped his hat. “Good to see you again, young Brie.”

Brie gazed at him bashfully, taken in by his leather boots, tight jeans and plaid shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off his muscular chest. “I never suspected you were a cowboy, Mast—Mr. Anderson.”

He winked at her. “Grew up in Greely but outgrew my cowboy ways by college. Now I only dress this way to welcome friends to the Mile High City.” He leaned down. “I’ve noticed it seems to fluster women, and if my eyes don’t deceive me, I do believe there’s a blush on those pretty cheeks.”

Brie looked away, turning a deeper shade of red as images of her dream floated in her head. He had no idea…

“Come with me,” Master Anderson said, holding out his elbow. She smiled as she took his arm, quite aware of the slew of women openly ogling him as they made their way to get her luggage. She snuck a glance at him as they waited at baggage claim. Yep, her old trainer was devastatingly handsome in that black cowboy hat.

To avoid naughty images flooding her mind, she asked him, “Did you learn your skills with the bullwhip as a boy in Greely, then?”

When he grinned down at her, Brie heard a woman beside her murmur, “Yum…” to herself. It made Brie giggle. Master Anderson was quite the charmer.

“Yes, young Brie, I played around with it while my father was off herding cattle. Rather humorous and painful sessions, as I recall. I was small and couldn’t handle the whip’s length. Even then, however, it felt like an extension of myself—my calling, so to speak.”

Brie blushed again, remembering her session with him. “I agree that it’s your calling, Mr. Anderson. You are very skil—”

“Pardon me,” the woman behind her interrupted. She played with her hair in a flirtatious manner when she asked him, “Are you a famous bull rider or something?”

Master Anderson laughed. “I am not.”

“So no chance I’ll be seeing you at the State Fair this year?”

“No, my time is taken up wrangling young heifers with my whip.”

“Oooh…” the young woman squealed. “I like the sound of that. Maybe I can watch you sometime?”

Master Anderson tipped his hat before grabbing Brie’s luggage from the carousel. “I believe my style of wrangling would alarm you, miss. Better you chase those bull riders at the rodeo.”

She pouted as Master Anderson guided Brie out of the airport.

Once they had left the building and were safe from prying ears, Brie admitted, “I fully expected you would invite her to your new training center.”

He raised his eyebrow. “That young woman? She’s not submissive material.”

“Really? How can you tell?”

“There’s a gut feeling whenever I interact with women.” He threw her luggage into the back of his Chevy truck and opened the door for her. “However, her interrupting you to flirt with me made it clear enough. Submissives tend not to be aggressive—and have much better manners.”

It turned out the drive to his new training center was a long one, since the airport was east of the city and Master Anderson’s center was southwest of it, next to the mountains. While he navigated through heavy traffic, Master Anderson explained his plan to surprise Lea—but it wasn’t just Lea his little stunt would involve.

Brie complained when he’d finished. “Ms. Clark is going to hate me even more than she already does.”

“For your information, Samantha is far less uptight these days.” Master Anderson added curtly, “Besides, your Master told you to obey me in this. Regardless of the consequences, I expect full cooperation from you.”

The Dom had effectively put her in her place, and she bowed her head. “Yes, Master Anderson.”

He chuckled to himself, “Oh, young Brie, the fun I have planned this week…” His obvious mirth delighted Brie. Truly, pleasing him would be worth the wrath of the infamous Ms. Clark.

Brie was excited as the magnificent peaks loomed ever closer as they drove, but he surprised her by not going to the training center straight away. Instead he took her to a community nestled in a mountainous valley just west of the city. It looked like quite an upscale neighborhood, the kind that must house the elite of Denver society.

He pulled into a long driveway that led up to a ranch-style home colored red and brown, which blended well with the rugged scenery behind it. Despite all the fancy homes surrounding it, Master Anderson’s stood out, as it was rustic and manly-looking.

He sighed deeply as he stared at his house. “I had to give up my old Victorian in town. After purchasing the Academy, I found the daily commute frustrating. Fortunately, by giving up the historical charm of my old place, I no longer have to fight traffic and I now get to enjoy this fantastic view.”

Brie got out of the car and admired the scenic foothills surrounding them. The view was truly impressive. She took in a deep breath and swore the mountain air seemed fresher, more vibrant. “I can definitely see why you like it here.”