Page 186 of Brie's Submission
Brie stopped rubbing her clit and sat up. “Master?”
“An unexpected complication has come up. I need time to sort it out,” Sir stated as he exited through the front door.
She was worried for Sir. He had been so elated about his new client and now he was facing a serious setback. The fact Master had asked for dinner, knowing her cooking skills, meant that he was so distraught he didn’t care what he ingested.
Brie went to the kitchen and began her best attempt at baked chicken to go along with the salad she’d made. She googled how to cook breast meat so that it would not be so dry, a common problem whenever she cooked meat. While it baked, she set the table, smiling as she imagined them sitting together, eating her simple but lovingly made meal. She hoped that Sir still planned to introduce her to his game. It had been frustrating to have it end just as it was about to begin.
An hour later, Sir returned and joined her at the table. He still seemed lost in thought, but smiled when she placed the chicken in front of him. Sir asked her about her day again, as if he’d forgotten that they’d talked about it earlier.
Brie decided to entertain him with a conversation she’d had with an older customer who loved dogs—all kinds of dogs. She shared how the elderly gentleman had gotten out his wallet and shown her at least twenty different canines he’d had the privilege to own. She laughed. “It was as if he was showing me his grandchildren. It was sweet, Sir.”
Brie felt a pang of guilt at not mentioning her encounter with Todd. However, she’d noticed that he hardly touched his meal and didn’t want to add to his stress. Besides, there was no point in getting Faelan in trouble over nothing.
When Sir announced he was done, he ordered her to join him over at the couch once she was finished with the dishes. She glanced at him several times as she made quick work of the kitchen. Sir was entrenched in paperwork, poring over a presentation he was going to give the next day. He hardly noticed when she knelt at his feet.
Brie didn’t mind. It was an honor to watch him work and she felt doubly blessed when he shared his presentation with her before bed. Sir was an inspiring speaker, leaving her in no doubt why he was highly esteemed in the business community.
When he finished, she smiled. “If they follow your suggestions, Sir, there is no reason they shouldn’t see an immediate increase in production.”
“That is the key,” he replied. “It is one thing to be presented with what needs to be done and another thing entirely to follow through with those changes. My job is to motivate that change.”
She blushed. “I guess you do the same with businesses that you do with submissives.”
He did not reply as he gathered his papers and turned off his laptop. She expected to be ordered to pleasure him orally; in fact, she had been counting on it. Instead, he stated, “You have failed me tonight.” With that, he got up, turned off the lights and walked to his bedroom.
Brie’s heart jumped into her throat. Heknewabout Todd’s visit at the tobacco shop! He’d been waiting all night for her to say something about it.
She closed her eyes, realizing that it must have been Mr. Reynolds on the phone earlier that evening. It was natural that he would want to inform his nephew about Faelan’s visit. She didn’t blame him. No, this was her own fault. In trying to spare everyone from unnecessary distress, she had managed to make things so much worse.
It disturbed her that Sir wasn’t even asking to hear her side of the story. Brie remained on the floor, feeling like an idiot. “Sir…” she called out.
He answered by shutting the door.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. It had been a terrible mistake not to say anything. She understood that now. All she wanted was to make things right with Sir. Whatever he demanded as punishment would be fine, as long as he could forgive her for the mistake.
Brie laid her head on the couch, feeling utterly bereft. She spent the night kneeling beside the couch in the dark, watching Sir’s bedroom door. She noted when the light finally went out and stared at the door all night long, praying the light would turn back on and he would come for her.
Sir did not.
Repentance
Brie was on alert when she heard him stir in the morning. She heard the shower and a short time later his bedroom door opened. She waited with bated breath as he walked down the hallway to her. Sir was fully dressed in a business suit, his hair still slightly damp.
He did not waste time, coming directly to her and commanding, “Stand.”
With great difficulty, Brie urged her stiff limbs to support her wobbly legs. She dared not look him in the eye.
“Not speaking of the encounter with Wallace is the same as lying.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I did not mean to lie to you.”
“What possible reason would make you keep it from your Master? Do you respect me so little?”
She braved a look at him, wanting Sir to know her heart. “No, Master! I didn’t think it was important enough.”
“Anytime another Dom touches my sub, it is very much my business.”
She bowed her head. “I didn’t think of it that way, Master.”
