Page 85 of Brie's Submission
“I’m glad you respond so well to the call of the jute, toriko. Most do not embrace it as fully as you.”
“How did I get here?” she asked, looking around his bedroom.
“I cut you from the ropes when I saw how deep you were into subspace. We’ve been lying together for over a half-hour.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to be, little one. Watching you fly is beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
A giant yawn escaped her lips. She covered her mouth and apologized again.
He put a finger to them. “No more apologies. I’m not surprised you are tired. You’ve had quite a journey.” His finger left a trail of tingling sensation on her lips. “I will call for a cab.”
She was disappointed he wanted her to leave so soon, and he must have read it on her face.
He smiled with open affection. “I want to drive you home, toriko, but it would not be deemed appropriate.” He tugged on the collar around her neck. “I cannot fraternize with you beyond the confines of the school until your training is complete.” He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. “According to the clock, it’s getting close to twelve. Class ends at midnight, does it not?”
She nodded her head glumly.
“So, I will call the cab and while we wait for it to arrive, we can discuss the scene together. I promised your trainers we would, and I do not break my promises.” He looked deep into her eyes, “My word is my honor.”
“I know, Tono. That tongue of yours is honorable in so many ways.”
He threw back his head and laughed. It pleased her to hear his laughter. She wanted to hear more, but he got up to telephone the cab. As he walked away, she noticed he was naked. She admired his tight, round ass.So fine.An ass she wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning…
Twenty minutes later, she was back in her school uniform and heading to her apartment. She quickly texted Lea, figuring that she and Mary would just be leaving the Center.
Hey girl! You two wanna come to my place? We can film how our days went.
Her phone soon buzzed back.
Mary said she’ll come, but she isn’t going to record herself.
Tell her that she’s a pussy.
I told her, but also added that pussies are welcome at your place.
LOL… That they are! See you soon.
Brie rested her head against the car window for the rest of the drive, lost in thought. Up until this point, her loyalty had belonged exclusively to Sir—it hadn’t even been in question. However, today Tono had managed to change that, and she was falling hard.
Staring out into the dark, Brie wondered if her heart could survive being devoted to two Masters, knowing one day that she would have to choose. A tear traveled down her cheek. She whispered into the night, the declaration spoken out of desperation. “I still love you, Sir.”
Navigating the Vanilla World
Brie was wrestling with her new feelings for Tono. The day she’d met Sir, she had known he wasthe One. Tono had simply been the gorgeous Dom she’d wanted to play with. However, after spending Auction Day with him, she couldn’t get Tono out of her mind…or her heart. He had introduced her to the seductive art of Kinbaku, or Japanese bondage. The call of the rope, combined with his skill, had opened her eyes to another world—one that now haunted her thoughts constantly.
Sir was a powerful magnet. Her soul longed to be dominated by him in every way. Tono’s call was different—more like the ocean. He beckoned her to lose herself in the waves of their harmony.
Her conflicting emotions caused her to be distracted at work. Mr. Reynolds jokingly commented as he handed the inventory sheet back to her, “Another exciting weekend, Brie?” She was in charge of ordering stock and, looking over the sheet, she saw that she’d forgotten to include several brands they were running low on.
Brie sighed. “I’m sorry.” Mr. Reynolds was a kind boss and rewarded her hard work with regular raises. She hated letting him down. “I’ll double-check the orders before I send them out.”
“See that you do,” Mr. Reynolds said, then as an afterthought he added, “You mentioned that you were taking training classes at night. Are you enrolled in extra film courses or something?”
Brie was unprepared for his question and just stood there, smiling like an idiot, while she formulated an answer. She played with the collar around her neck as she spoke. “Actually, the classes are going to help with my film career, Mr. Reynolds. Thank you for asking.”
She figured she wasn’treallylying. The documentary she was filming, based on her experiences at the Submissive Training Center, would help her career. She was confident she could snag the interest of someone in the industry when she was done. It was Brie’s destiny to open the eyes of America to the hidden lifestyle.
