Page 191 of Brie's Submission
Brie gasped.A brand?
“That should be easy enough. How soon do you need it?”
Sir’s voice was pleasant when he answered. “There’s no rush.”
“Good, then I’ll start work on it after we get the new recruits settled in.”
“That should be fine.” Sir turned to Brie and said, “Téa, Ms. Clark is correct. Submissives normally stay in another room at the end of the hall to your left. I will collect you after our work here is concluded.”
She stole a glance at him when she answered, hoping to gain some insight into the exchange he’d just had with Master Coen. “Yes, Master.”
The mischievous twinkle in his eyes let her know he had plans for that brand—and they most definitely included her. A chill coursed down her spine. Did he mean it as a warning or an honor?
Brie bowed to Sir before quietly leaving the room. She let out a huge sigh once the door was closed. She was concerned about Marquis’ absence, but it was the brand that had all of her attention. She had not forgotten the day Master Coen had convinced her he was going to brand her with the school logo. She shuddered, feeling quite certain that Sir was not into ‘mind fucks’ the way Master Coen was.
No, Sir had already warned her that everything he did had purpose. She didn’t believe for one second it was meant as a joke. There was a lesson there she was expected to learn. She shook off her trepidation as she pushed open the door to the new room.
To her surprise, Boa was sitting on a couch. He nodded at her. “Ah, it’s Brie. The sub who captured the headmaster. You have quite the reputation around the Center these days.”
“Good or bad?” she asked, sitting down on a lounge chair opposite him. The smell of food caused her to sneak a quick glance at the table laden with gourmet fare. It reminded her of her training nights. She was curious why so much food had been laid out when there were only two of them.
“It all depends on who you ask. Subs who were hoping to snag the headmaster themselves are quite pissed at you, but the rest of us are rather impressed. You’ve done the impossible.” He clapped his hands lightly in mock appreciation.
“You should know that I was never so terrified in my life.”
“Ah, but for good reason. You dared to offer yourself in the face of certain failure.”
Brie didn’t care to relive that moment and was relieved when her stomach growled loudly. “Do you mind if I get myself something to eat?”
“Not at all.”
She got up and tried to be lady-like as she filled her plate with smaller portions than her hunger demanded. It was weird to be in the same room with Boa. They’d done a scene together—a very hot scene—and here they were, just talking like casual acquaintances.
Brie dropped her napkin and bent down to pick it up, completely forgetting her lack of panties.
“Damn…” Boa replied.
She quickly stood up and grabbed another napkin. She walked back to the seat feeling the heat of her blush when she noticed his large cock straining against the tight confines of his jeans.
“My Mistress will not be pleased if I have a hard-on when she comes to retrieve me.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, taking a huge forkful of salad and looking towards the door.
“You can bet my Mistress is chuckling to herself right now, fully expecting to catch me with a stiffy so she can punish her randy sub. But I won’t let that happen.” He readjusted himself, pushing down on his massive cock as if it were a mischievous animal. “Tell me about your childhood,” he blurted. “Make it something sad.”
“Oh, um… sad, you say?” Brie’s childhood had been fairly easy: good parents, stable family life, and excellent care because she was an only child. Although her parents had never had extra money, all of her needs were met. There was nothing notable about her childhood other than that horrible experience at school. “Well, I suppose I could tell you something I’ve shared with my trainers at the Center. When I was twelve, my family moved to a predominantly black neighborhood. I didn’t have any siblings, so I pretty much had to fend for myself.
“Most of the families were struggling to make ends meet, just like us. Looking back on it, I guess I became the token punching bag to release their frustrations on. The ring leader was Darius. I don’t know why he had it out for me, but just seeing my face upset him. He’d have his friends wait until I was off school grounds before they pounced. I told my teachers, but they just shrugged it off saying it wasn’t their problem because it wasn’t on school property.”
Brie growled under her breath. “He never played fair. There were always three or more. He’d hold me down while the girls kicked me in the gut.” She closed her eyes, lost in the feelings of helplessness it conjured up. “I didn’t tell my parents. My dad finally had a job and there was no way I was going to ruin it for him.” Brie opened her eyes, smiling sadly. “Darius was smart. The attacks always happened off school grounds and they never hit me in the face. I was able to hide the bruises.”
Boa looked down at his crotch. “It’s helping, please continue.”
Brie rolled her eyes, amazed that her life story was being used as an erection detractor. “Everything changed the day he used the needle…” Her breath came faster as she relived that day again. “He had me on the ground, pushing my face into the dirt and telling me to eat it. I refused. He spat in my face and ordered the others to hold me down. He looked around wildly until he spied a used needle lying by the fence. When I saw him going for it, I started to kick and scream. He picked it up and ordered them to turn me over onto my stomach. I was screaming bloody murder by the time he got close to me, so Darius ripped off my shoe and stuffed one of my socks in my mouth. ‘If you won’t eat the dirt then you must pay the price,’ he declared before he started stabbing me in the ass with the needle.”
Brie closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down before she continued. “The others suddenly got quiet and let me go—like they knew a line had been crossed. I guess I must have totally freaked out because I remember screaming hysterically and then the next thing I knew, I was standing in the principal’s office.”
She snorted in disgust. “You know what’s funny? At first, I wasn’t taken seriously. I was forced to pull down my panties in front of both the principal and vice principal to show them my wounds before they believed me. My parents were called and I was rushed to the emergency room for tests.”
