Page 66 of Bound by Love
“Thank you, Sir Davis.”
The two men entered the elevator, but as the doors were closing, Master Nosh looked directly at Brie and stated, “I would interview with you, should you request it.”
Brie sucked in her breath as the doors closed. Master Nosh was well known for his quiet, but uncompromising, nature, as well as his utter devotion to excellence. He was not one to trifle with something he did not feel strongly about. So, the fact that he had made such an offer to Brie was a bit of a shock.
“Did you ask to interview him?” Sir asked.
Brie shook her head. “I wanted to a while ago, but it never panned out.”
“Interesting…” Sir murmured, staring at the elevator doors.
Returning to her role, she snuggled against Sir’s arm.
He smiled down at her and said warmly, “Come, Miss O’Hara.”
Sir walked her past the Head Trainer’s office, and Brie had to quell her excitement as they continued into the wing reserved for the Dominant classes.
Although she knew where the classes were, she’d never been allowed on this side of the building. It felt exclusive and almost naughty for her to be here now.
Lea had been a submissive for the Dominant training course. The fact was, submissiveswereallowed in the Dominant area; they just weren’t asked to this side of the Center unless there was a reason for it.
Brie glanced up at Sir, finally understanding what he’d meant in the elevator when he’d mentioned taking her somewhere she’d never been. The man was always surprising her.
As they continued to walk, she wondered what was behind every closed door they passed. Were the Dominants’ classrooms and practice areas the same as the submissive side, or were they completely different?
As they were passing by another door, it opened and a student walked out. Brie quickly averted her eyes, looking to the floor, momentarily forgetting she was role playing the confident Scarlett by her Master’s side. She quickly snuck a glance, getting the opportunity to peek into the room before he closed the door behind him.
Brie had to laugh when she saw rows of desks similar to Mr. Gallant’s classroom. She overheard the instructor’s confident voice ringing through the room: “Safewords protect not only your submissives, but you as a Dominant—” His words were cut short when the door shut.
She smiled to herself as thoughts of those carefree days under Mr. Gallant’s instruction came to mind. Her life as a submissive had begun in his classroom…
Brie’s reverie ended when Sir stopped in front of a bright red door. Brie stared at it, taking a moment to put herself in Scarlett’s shoes. Tonight, she was hoping Rhett Butler would do unspeakable things to her during their clandestine meeting at this underground establishment. She knew it was unwise to be alone with him, but she couldn’t resist. The man was impossible and dangerously alluring in his charm.
Holding her breath, she entered the room, anxious to see what secrets it held. The walls were covered in luxurious curtains of burgundy velvet and braided cord. Her gaze drifted to the antique loveseat set in the middle of the room. Over on the right was a polished wooden bar with large, ornate bottles of various liquors displayed behind it. She was thoroughly enchanted and inspired by the romantic feel of this room.
She allowed Sir to take her coat off before she headed toward the bar. Taking on the sassiness of Scarlett, she looked back over her shoulder flirtatiously and said, “You really shouldn’t look at a lady that way, Mr. Butler.”
Taking a line straight from the movie, he replied, “You, my dear, are no lady.”
“And you, sir, are no gentleman!” she retorted, turning to face him. Following the scene in the movie, she raised her hand as if to slap him across the face.
But Sir grabbed her wrist firmly and tsked loudly. “Do you know what I do to spoiled little girls?”
Brie frowned. “I’m no child!”
The charming smirk returned to his lips as he brazenly looked at her breasts. “I can see that—quite clearly.”
Brie tried to wrestle her hand from his grip, but he held firm. “Rather than try to fight our mutual attraction, why don’t you give in to it? Have a drink with me.”
“But…”
Sir put his finger to her red lips. “There’s no reason to put up pretenses when there’s no one else around.”
When Brie stopped resisting, he released his hold. She watched in silent adoration as Sir set to work making martinis, his signature drink.
He looked so incredibly hot dressed as Rhett Butler. The man was every bit as handsome as Clark Gable—even more so, in her eyes. The butterflies started up as she continued to stare at him.
She was reminded of that first day at the Training Center, when he had spoken to her near the end of class. Sir had been an enigma then and, even now, after all they had been through, he still held a mysterious air.
