Brie’s Denver Desires (Submissive in Love, #2) (6 page)

“Not at all, Master Anderson.”

The drive back was unbearably silent. Brie had never seen the Dom unraveled before. Her heart ached for him but it was not her place to ask about the girl, so she stared out the window, admiring the snowy peaks in the distance.

Sir texted her as they waited in traffic.

How’s my sexy submissive?

Brie smiled when she saw his message and told Master Anderson, “It’s Sir. Do you mind if I text him back?”

“Please, I’m sure he misses you.”

The sadness in his voice was not lost on her. “Thank you, Master Anderson.”

She quickly typed,

I’m good, Sir. How are you?

Doing well. In a couple of days I will be better.

Why?

You’ll be in my arms.

Brie squeaked, which caught Master Anderson’s attention, so she explained, “Sir’s coming here in a few days.”

“That’s good to hear. Tell him hello from me.”

Brie dutifully typed,

Master Anderson says hi.

I assumed you would be with Lea tonight, Brie.

She’s busy, so Master Anderson took me on a tour of Denver.

It sounds like he’s taking good care of my sub.

Sir, do you know who Amy is?

He took his time before texting back.

Why?

He met her today and seems extremely low now.

I have an assignment for you.

Yes, Sir.

When you get off the phone, pull your skirt up and play with yourself.

It was Brie’s turn to hesitate.

He continued to type.

Make yourself orgasm. Be vocal about it.

Sir?

Trust me. Hang up now and do as I say.

Brie put the phone away and sighed, building up her courage. She hiked her skirt up, not daring to look in Master Anderson’s direction.

With tentative fingers she started to caress her pussy through her panties. It didn’t take long for her body to react to the pleasurable sensation. She moaned a little, shifting to get a better angle. She could feel Master Anderson’s eyes on her.

Brie slipped her hand under the wet material and swirled her finger over her clit. With a teasing motion she rubbed the sensitive area more rapidly and purred. Here they were in the middle of rush-hour traffic and she was playing with herself. Luckily she was safe from a majority of prying eyes because of the height of his truck.

Master Anderson said nothing as he watched the road—and her.

Brie closed her eyes, arching her back, forcing her fingers inside as she imagined the head of Sir’s cock penetrating her. He fucked her slowly, wanting her to feel and appreciate the full length of his shaft. Then she pulled her fingers out and rapidly rubbed her hungry clit.

The combination of penetration and clit play always brought on a delicious orgasm. She adjusted herself, putting a leg up on the dash for freer access. She needed deeper penetration, so she thrust her fingers more aggressively. The lace panties made it difficult, but also added an element of naughtiness. Master Anderson couldn’t see what she was doing but he could certainly imagine it.

There finally came a point when the increasing fire between her legs transformed into pulses, letting her know an orgasm was near. She pressed her fingers hard against her clit and began to rub at a furious pace.

Her cries of passion filled the cabin of the truck as she gave in to the intensity of her self-made orgasm. “Oh, oh, ooohhh…” she moaned as it crashed over her. She felt her pussy contract in waves of pleasure. Afterwards she pressed her hand over her sex, enjoying those last little delicious pulses.

Without looking in Master Anderson’s direction, she righted herself, pulling her skirt down and folding her hands in her lap.

“Your Master told you to do that?”

She looked at him shyly. “Yes, Master Anderson.”

Brie was glad to see him smile for the first time since the unexpected meeting with the redhead. “Leave it to Thane to know just what I needed. Well done, young Brie.”

She smiled back. “I’m glad you approve, Master Anderson.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Naturally. You know I love watching a women pleasure herself.”

Brie blushed, thrilled that her little performance had pleased him.

He drove them to a secluded spot in the foothills that overlooked the metro area. He stopped and turned off the vehicle, staring at the sprawling city below. Without being asked, he shared, “I met Amy in a communications class. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that I was meant to tame her.”

“Tame her?” Brie asked, not familiar with the term.

He answered with a smirk. “Back then I loved the challenge of taking a strong woman unused to kink and showing her the excitement of submission. I affectionately refer to them as ‘wild ones’, those women who don’t realize their true nature—yet.”

“So you liked taming totally vanilla girls?”

“Yes. However, Amy was different. That redheaded vixen intrigued me more than my previous conquests, and she proved far more resistant. Took me longer to tame her than any I’d had before, but when she finally submitted—
truly
submitted—I was lost.”

“Lost how?” Brie asked, deeply honored that he was being so open with her.

“Amy broke my heart,” he stated with a sad half-smile. “Although I’d always enjoyed conquering wild ones, she was the first and only one to conquer me. I didn’t realize how deeply I’d fallen until that ass came into the picture.”

“Who?”

“Troy Dawson.” Master Anderson spat the name disdainfully.

“Is that her husband?”

Master Anderson growled. “That selfish bastard doesn’t deserve her. He was always making her cry, leaving her to chase his dreams then coming back expecting her to be waiting there for him with open arms. He didn’t love her like I did. Damn it, I would have done anything for Amy. In fact…” His voice trailed off and he just stared at the horizon, lost in painful memories.

Brie said nothing, instinctively putting her hand on his shoulder in empathy.

“I lost a part of myself the day she walked away from me. No explanation—she just walked into his arms and we were no more. But as hurt as I was, I never stopped loving her, and willingly played the fool again when I saw an opportunity to win her back.”

Brie couldn’t imagine Master Anderson ever playing the fool. “I don’t believe it.”

He shook his head sadly. “I hate to admit it, but I ran to Amy’s side when I heard she was seriously hurt. It was no surprise to me that Troy was nowhere to be seen.”

Master Anderson paused, adding with regret, “I did things I wasn’t proud of. Have you ever loved someone so desperately that you compromised yourself to keep them?” He looked critically at her then answered his own question. “No, you have not. That isn’t your nature.”

“What did you do, Master Anderson?” Brie asked, intrigued that the Dom had found himself in such a position. “I can’t imagine you ever compromising yourself.”

“No one is immune to life lessons, young Brie. Looking back on it now, I understand what a fool I was, but back then I justified my actions. She was mine—she’d freely given her submission to me. I also knew she needed to stay far away from that miserable excuse of a man. When fate saw fit to erase her memories, I took it as a sign. It was my second chance and I wasn’t going to allow anything or
anyone
to fuck it up.”

“What happened?” Brie prodded, even more curious than before.

“I chose not to mention that she’d ever known Troy Dawson. Why would I? I wanted to protect her from that ass.”

“So you did it out of love for her?”

“Yes. If Amy hadn’t returned my feelings, I never would have been so persistent, nor would I have asked her to marry me. I tell you, young Brie—the day she accepted my proposal, I’d never felt so happy, didn’t know it was possible to feel that level of joy.”

He snarled. “Naturally, that’s when
he
showed up. He always returned just when she was getting her life back together. I tried to warn her that he was no good, but her heart was set.”

Master Anderson stared out at the city, sighing. “When she turned me down that second time, I was done.” He said in a low, angry growl, “But to see her now. To see her heavy with child, with
his
child… It should have been mine.”

Tears came to Brie’s eyes as she realized how deeply hurt he was. Although Master Anderson was a strong, confident Dom, he was still very human. They sat in the truck, quietly watching two black starlings swooping and twisting in the orange sky as the sun set.

His next words were heartbreaking, and something she would never forget. “What I had failed to appreciate was that I had won her submission and love, but I never had her heart.”

Brie wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders. “I’m sorry your heart was broken by your first love.”

He stated with conviction, “I will never be that weak again.”

Brie replied with equal conviction, “Master Anderson, I believe true love makes you strong, not weak.”

Master Anderson stared at her for several seconds before giving her a hint of a smile. “Spoken like a sage. I suppose I still hold out hope of finding what you share with Thane. That’s why his little stunt tonight was perfect. I needed to be reminded there are subs who love their Masters and remain completely devoted to them.”

“Your sub is out there, Master Anderson,” Brie declared, “she’s just waiting to rock your world.”

He chuckled. “You never knew this, but I was concerned for Thane when I first met you. His obsession reminded me of my own. I was certain my friend would suffer the same fate I had.”

Brie proclaimed proudly, “We are condors, Sir and I.”

He appeared amused by her statement. “You do realize condors are vultures? They eat the meat of rotting creatures.”

Brie giggled. “Yes, they do, but they also mate for life.”

“Lots of animals mate for life, young Brie. You could have picked swans, wolves or even turtle doves.” He shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Why condors, of all things?”

Brie was not offended by his teasing and happily enlightened him. “The condor is the perfect choice, Master Anderson. While the world concentrates on what they perceive as our flaws, we focus only on each other. They will never know the beauty we see every day.”

The amusement on his face faded. “That’s profound, young Brie.”

Master Anderson started up the truck again. “I’ve suddenly had a change of heart. Let’s go clubbing tonight, vanilla style.”

Brie squealed as he peeled out of the turnabout and headed back downtown.

Wicked King

B
rie woke up in a panic. She glanced around the unfamiliar bedroom struggling to figure out where she was. It took several moments before her heart stopped racing, even after she remembered she was staying with Master Anderson.

The frightening dream that had awakened her was already disappearing into the murky recesses of her mind, but she felt certain that Sir’s mother, Ruth, had been part of it.

She shook off the unpleasant aftereffects of the dream and quickly showered to start the day. When she returned, Brie was pleasantly surprised to see her fantasy journal lying on the desk in the guest room. She sat down and picked up the note beside it, addressed with her name.

Your Master wants to read a new fantasy, téa. ~ Sir

She flipped through the pages of her beloved journal, realizing that Sir must have had it shipped to Master Anderson’s house from their apartment. It’d been a while since she’d written in its pages—too long. There were so many wonderful memories wrapped up in that little book; from her very first fantasy, which Rytsar had made into a delicious reality during her auction, to her Sun God fantasy, which Boa had managed to fulfill with his gargantuan cock, and her Naughty King fantasy, which Sir had played out as Khan just before Graduation Day.

She pressed the book again her chest, thrilled to be holding it again. “Thank you so much, Sir.”