Page 179 of Brie's Submission
“Have you lost someone?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, my grandfather when he was eighty. Nothing as great as your loss, Sir.”
He tightened his hold on her. “Good. I would not wish that on anyone.”
She decided her words would be useless, so she rested her head against his chest and surrounded him with loving thoughts instead.
He spoke a few minutes later. “Suicide is brutal.”
“I can’t think of anything worse,” she answered softly.
“No, neither can I… That last image of him is seared in my brain and I willneverbe free of it.” He snarled under his breath and abruptly lifted Brie off him. The chain rattled as he placed her feet on the floor. “Let’s return to your lesson, my wayward sub.”
Sir stood up and formally kissed her on the forehead, as if it were part of a ritual. He then pulled a mat out from under the Tantra chair and laid it down beside her. His voice changed, once again unruffled and commanding. “Kneel. Legs closed, hands behind your head so that your breasts are displayed.”
After the command Sir walked away from her, his tight ass flexing as he moved. Despite the seriousness of his mood, she couldn’t prevent herself from admiring it. The man was majestic naked.
Brie obediently lowered herself to the mat, wondering if she had been wrong to say anything. She looked out of the window at the clouds drifting in the sky and tried not to second guess herself.
When she heard the shower, she found herself imagining Sir’s hands running over his muscular body as he lathered up. How she wished she could join in the fun. Brie sighed, wanting to free Sir from the taint her questions had caused.
He returned to her, fully dressed, and picked up his house key from the counter. “I have a few errands to run, including retrieving your car and purse from the Training Center. Thankfully, Marquis thought to lock your handbag in the safe.”
Brie had totally forgotten about those mundane, but exceedingly important, details. “That is kind of you, Sir.”
“Kindness has nothing to do with it, téa. I have assigned you a task. Therefore, I will take care of this while you complete it.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered meekly.
“Remain in this position until I get back. You are only allowed to release yourself to use the restroom. Be prepared to tell me the lesson I am teaching you with this.”
Brie bowed her head in answer.
“And téa?”
She looked up timidly.
“Asking about my father was not an error on your part. If I hadn’t wanted you to know, I would not have spoken of it.”
She smiled up at him gratefully. “Thank you, Sir.”
Sir nodded and left the apartment, shutting the door quietly behind him. Brie sighed as the electricity of his presence left with him, leaving behind an emptiness that weighed upon her.
Brie was unsure why Sir was having her practice kneeling again, but she felt certain it was not meant as a punishment. It concerned her that the purpose of the lesson eluded her, especially since Sir expected an explanation upon his return.
Worrying about it wasn’t producing answers, so Brie closed her eyes and thought of her friend, Lea. Brie wondered what the bubbly jokester was doing the day after graduation.Probably sleeping in…
If Lea had to guess what Brie was up to, she would never believe Brie was enduring another kneeling lesson. It had been their first kneeling lesson at the Training Center that had marked the beginning of the girls’ friendship. That day, Lea had cracked jokes when they’d been ordered to kneel quietly. Brie had chosen to stand up for her, despite Marquis’ threat to punish Brie for Lea’s transgression. All because Mary had decided to tattle.
Mary…
Brie’s lips curled into a snarl. She could not believe the bitch had attempted to steal Faelan from her on the night of graduation. It was low, even by Mary’s standards. But then, Mary had always gone after any Dom Brie had shown an interest in. Up until last night, Brie had been willing to forgive her, knowing that Mary was a hurting unit who desperately needed a friend. Brie had been foolish enough to believe that over the six-week course she’d been able to break through the barriers Mary had put up and develop a real friendship with the woman.
Yeah… I’m a freakin’ idiot!
She’d been completely blindsided, never suspecting that Mary would betray her so brazenly. Brie would never forget the shock of seeing Faelan enter Mary’s room, or the sounds of the bitch’s cries of passion during their ‘interview’ together.
Thank God for Marquis…
