Page 44 of Brie's Submission
Brie rolled over and smiled at him. With her wrists still tied, she ran her fingers over his full lips, looking into his deep blue eyes. “You are the perfect warrior,” she told him, knowing he couldn’t understand but hoping she was expressing it with her eyes.
He cupped her cheek in his large hand and kissed her. The two looked up at the few stars that could compete with the full moon. The horse nickered, patiently waiting for its master. Time seemed to have stopped for Brie—this was perfection. She felt a tear run down her cheek.
Rytsar wiped it away, and she smiled as she kissed each finger and then each of his cheeks before planting a sweet kiss on his lips. How else could she tell him that she was crying with sheer joy? He pressed her into his chest and they lay there in silence.
Eventually, he untied her hands and they both got up to dress. He helped her back onto the horse and they headed towards the glass house. Brie shed a few more tears as they approached his home. She didn’t want their night together to end.
A Dangerous Secret
The stallion’s hooves echoed off the pavement as they made their way up the driveway to the vehicle. Rytsar dismounted and caught her in his arms as she slid off the majestic beast. This time, he pulled her to him and kept his arm around her for the entire drive. Even though they were strangers, there was a feeling of incredible closeness after sharing such intimacy. She rested her head on his muscular chest, silently mourning the end of the evening.
The ride back to the school was far too quick. Rytsar helped her out of the car and guided her into the school with his hand resting on the back of her neck; it was a very possessive hold. Only his interpreter followed them inside.
They walked directly to the commons area where the auction had taken place. Instead of the stage, she saw a table with the four trainers, a table of refreshments and Lea, who was sitting on a chair facing the panel.
Lea smiled at Brie. It was obvious from the look on her face that she had had a spectacular time as well.
Rytsar Durov escorted Brie to the chair next to Lea’s and then continued over to the trainers. Although they spoke in quiet tones, Brie picked up two words from the translator: ‘pliable’ and ‘intriguing’. She smiled to herself. If she’d had to describe Rytsar, she would have said ‘assertive’, ‘creative’, and ‘pure perfection’.
The smell of the food was getting to her. She hadn’t eaten anything since noon and her stomach growled loudly in protest.How unsexy is a rumbling stomach?Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed.
Rytsar walked back over to her when he was finished. She stood up and looked obediently to the floor. He moved his lips to her ear. In perfect English, he whispered, “My joy.”
Her eyes widened.Was his interpreter just a ruse?
He squeezed the back of her neck one last time and left.
Sir spoke, “Miss Bennett, feel free to partake of the food. We anticipated that you would need nourishment after your session.” She looked up, chagrined and embarrassed that he had heard her stomach. However, when she met his stare she was struck by the burning desire in his eyes. She had to remind herself to breathe. Maybe hehadshared that moment with her last night, when she’d pleased herself while she’d fantasized about him.
“Thank you, Sir.” Brie walked to the table, her stomach suddenly full of butterflies. After that one glance, she could think of nothing but Sir.
“Do you realize who Rytsar Durov is, Miss Bennett?” Master Coen asked, after she’d sat back down with her plate. Brie shook her head demurely. “He is a prominent Dom in Russia. Rytsar just happened to be in the area this weekend. You had the potential of not only shaming yourself locally, but internationally as well.”
Brie was eternally grateful she hadn’t known who Rytsar was. It would have been way too much pressure to know he was a highly respected Dom. Just thinking about seeing him again made her stomach queasy, now that she was aware of his status.
Marquis Gray interjected, “As predicted, Miss Bennett proved her worth as a submissive.”
“I was extremely uncomfortable with Durov’s choice of a sub. Her willfulness makes her a wildcard.” Ms. Clark shot Brie a disgusted look.
Sir spoke in her defense. “Rytsar had no complaints. I think you both underestimate Miss Bennett.”
“I concur,” said Marquis Gray.
Master Coen grumbled under his breath, “I would expect no less coming from you two.”
“We were simply fortunate she didn’t cause trouble,” Ms. Clark stated, staring at her watch. She frowned and looked at Sir. “Where is Tono? He is never one to be late.”
No sooner had she made that remark than an assistant entered the commons and handed Sir a message. He glanced at it and announced, “We have a problem.” He handed the note down so each of the trainers could read it.
“I need to call Dr. Reinstrum. It is imperative we take care of this tonight, before more harm is done.” Sir abruptly stood up and left the commons.
The trainers spoke quietly amongst themselves while the girls waited in frightened silence. Brie was no longer hungry and put her plate on the floor.
She observed Sir covertly when he returned.
He informed the panel, “The doctor will be here in fifteen minutes.” Then he turned to Lea and Brie. “Ladies, there is no need for alarm. After we get all the particulars, I’ll discuss what has happened with you. Until then, I ask for your patience and trust.”
Everyone turned when the elevator doors opened and Tono came walking out, carrying Mary in his arms. He gently put her down in the seat beside Brie’s and laid Mary’s head on her lap. Blonde Nemesis lay there quietly, looking defenseless and vulnerable.
