Page 154 of Brie's Submission
“Faelan,” she answered distractedly.
“Fine. I will find Mr. Wallace. Go inside and wait, but I caution you to concentrate on what you are going to ask Mr. Wallace when he gets here. Do not waste energy wondering about what happened earlier.”
She nodded her head numbly, feeling crushed by the encounter with Tono’s father. Marquis Gray grabbed her shoulders. “Do you understand me, pearl?”
His forceful nature brought her back, and she answered with a quiet, “Yes.” Before she walked into the room she added, “Thank you, Master Gray.”
He gave her an uncharacteristic wink and left. Brie felt sad knowing that she would not spend time with Marquis after this. Everything was ending—everything… She sat down on the leather couch, trying not to let the weight of it consume her.
Brie listened instead to the exuberant laughter and music just outside the door, and reminded herself that this was a celebration. A celebration of her success.
Faelan walked in with a smile that was both provocative and charming. “Good evening, Graduate.”
She actually blushed and sputtered, “When do you guys graduate?”
“Our ceremony is a…more private affair.”
“Oh, really?”
“Sorry, no details. Only Dominants are worthy of the specifics.”
Brie opened her mouth in protest and then closed it with a wicked grin. “Maybe I need to go to Dominant school next.”
He swept down on her and crushed Brie against the couch. “Oh, no. You are perfect just as you are.”
She laughed, struggling to breathe. He deftly rolled her on top of him and watched her reaction as his cock ballooned between them. Faelan was definitely male in every sense of the word.
Brie pretended not to notice and started the official interview, ignoring his lustful stare. “So, Mr. Wallace, I must first ask how old you are.”
“Twenty-five.”
“Ah, I see.” Brie smiled at knowing he was only three years older. “What exactly do you do for a living, besides dominating innocent subs, that is?”
“I’m an assistant manager of a department store. It may not be glamorous work, but it pays the bills and I plan to advance myself onto bigger and better things.”
“Managerial position, huh? I suppose that’s a fitting career choice for a Dom.” She tapped his nose and asked, “How would you feel about a submissive who has a career of her own? Say a film career?”
“It isn’t a problem unless your career includes lots of travel and months away from me. If that’s the case, I could not give my approval. The whole reason I want you is so we can spend time together, blossom.”
His words concerned Brie. Filming was not a nine-to-five desk job. She could go anywhere in the world at any time. It was all dependent on the project. “We may have a problem then, Faelan.” Brie got off his lap and stood up. This was serious business. This was her future they were talking about.
He wouldn’t let her go so easily and wrapped his powerful arms around her, pulling her back onto him. He growled in her ear, “I am sure we can work something out. Even if it means me coming to dominate my girl on weekends.”
She squirmed in pleasure when he nibbled on her earlobe, but resisted further teasing. Brie pushed herself up on his chest and told him, in no uncertain terms, “This is important. If you can’t support my need to become a film director, I really don’t see this working between us.”
He snorted in anger. “Did you not just hear me? I said we would find a way to make it work.” Then he growled in a low, deep tone, “But only if you wear a tight corset under your clothes and promise to come every day at designated times while you are away from me.”
She liked the suggestion and rubbed his scruffy chin. “Are you sure you would be willing to support me in this? I might not make it for a while, and you’ll have to put up with a starving artist in the meantime. It kind of goes with the territory of artsy-fartsy types like me.”
He kissed her roughly, but when he pulled away she blurted, “What if I become wildly successful?” She grimaced as she wondered aloud, “Can a Dominant handle his sub making more money than he is…?”
“Enough, blossom. I accept you for who you are. We will work out the logistics like any couple must. I want you.” His hands ran down her sides. “I want to dominate this body in every way known to man, and then add a few of my own.” He bit her neck and she melted into him.
“Not fair…” she whimpered, her loins contracting in pleasure as he changed positions and pushed her down on the couch.
“If I could, I would collar you right now.” He fumbled with his pants before he ripped her panties aside. She gasped as the round head of his cock penetrated her with persuasive force. He felt so good inside her.
Faelan thrust deeply, leaving no doubt that he was claiming his territory. “I feel you awakening, blossom,” he murmured.
