Page 112 of Brie's Submission
She was desperate to give him more, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Just say the word and I am yours completely.”
His lips moved to her ear. She heard his intake of breath just as he was about to speak. Brie closed her eyes, waiting to hear his declaration of love.
The door swung open and light flooded the room. “Brie, what are you doing in the dark?” Mr. Reynolds asked.
Brie rubbed her eyes, waking from her dream. She looked up at her boss as the blood rushed to her cheeks. “I just needed to rest my eyes for a few minutes. Did I go past my break?” She started to get up, but he told her to sit back down.
“You’re fine. You still have a few minutes left.”
Brie took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Even in her dreams she had been denied hearing Sir say those three little words. She felt her heart catch.Is it a sign that I never will?
Mr. Reynolds sat down next to her in the tiny office. “Is there anything I can do? You know I will be happy to help if I can.”
She smiled at the compassionate man who was so much like a father to her. “It’s nothing to worry about, Mr. Reynolds. Classes are just taking a lot out of me. It’ll be over soon.”
He responded sadly, “I have an uneasy feeling that I won’t be seeing your smiling face around here much longer.” He patted her hand. “But that’s okay. You were meant for more than this. It’s just that this old man will miss you.”
“Who says I’m leaving?” she quipped. “You can’t run this place with Jeff as your sidekick.”
He looked at her kindly. “Brie, you deserve better than this.”
Tears welled up when she heard the earnestness in his voice. “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds.”
He gave her hand one final pat. “So have you got enough Zs or should I turn the light back off and give you five more minutes?”
“I think I’m good.”
“Glad to hear it. Jeff screwed up stocking yesterday. Do you mind taking care of that?”
“I don’t know how you put up with that boy,” Brie grumbled good-naturedly as she got up from her chair.
“What choice do I have when he’s related to the owner? I consider Jeff a cross I must bear. The boy teaches me patience on a level no one else could.” He stood up and grinned. “Besides, who else would put up with him?”
“You’re a good man, Mr. Reynolds,” she said, and gave him a peck on his weathered cheek.
As she left work that night, Brie felt a cool chill travel down her spine. Her boss was right; she felt it in her bones that her days at the tobacco shop were numbered. She struggled with the conflicting emotions of excitement and sadness, knowing things were about to change.
She walked up to the doors of the Training Center with a playful grin on her face. Blue Eyes had been the one to mess with her mind for weeks now. It was high time to give him a taste of his own medicine. As she passed, she tucked her hair behind her ear while batting her eyes at him.
He cleared his throat before saying his customary, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She turned around in one fluid motion, blowing him a kiss before turning back around and walking to the elevator.Take that, Wolfpup,she thought, giggling to herself.
Mr. Gallant’s class centered on the importance of tasks and rituals. “Daily tasks given by the Dominant are gifts. They may look like common, everyday tasks to an outsider, but for the submissive it is the opportunity to serve her Master. It allows her to please her Dom and gives her an opportunity to be rewarded for a job well done.”
“Rituals, on the other hand, are formalized series of words or actions that reinforce the D/s dynamic. They are created to set the mood and build anticipation. They should be simple and meaningful to both parties.”
“Miss Bennett, can you give me an example of a task versus a ritual?”
Luckily, Brie had been paying close attention. “An example of a task would be laying out your Dom’s clothes for the following day, meeting his exact specifications. A ritual could be greeting your Dominant at the door every day in a submissive pose until he touches your head and commands you to serve him.”
“Very good.”
Mr. Gallant opened his desk drawer and pulled out three cell phones. He placed one on each of their desks. “Tonight you will be doing a set of tasks for one of your trainers. You are expected to obey to the letter—no excuses. That may mean being creative in order to fulfill the commands given to you.”
Brie didn’t understand why a phone would be needed, but she felt the thrill that always came with a new challenge.
“You will meet the trainers at the commons. Remember that the goal is to follow the task to the letter. Failure is not an option.” The three girls got up to leave and he added, “Go ahead and take your coats with you. You will be leaving the Center shortly.”
