Page 190 of Brie's Submission
“Likewise, Miss Lewis.”
He continued to the elevator, putting his arm around Brie when a group of students walked past. Brie kept her eyes lowered, basking in his manly protection.
Sir took her down a wing of the school she had never been before. As she passed through the doorway, she read the wordFaculty Loungeon the gold plate. The scent of rich tobacco filled the air along with the sound of many familiar voices.
“Couldn’t stay away, I see,” Master Anderson said. He came over to Sir and slapped him on the back with the same casual familiarity the two had shared the first time she’d been introduced to him.
“I have no problem staying away, but damn if you people didn’t insist I come back.”
Master Coen’s voice rang out from the other side of the room. “I apologize, but we didn’t anticipate assigning a new headmaster just before a new session. There are many loose ends to be addressed.”
“So you say,” Sir answered jokingly. “I accept it as the price I must pay to have free rein of the place after we are done here today.”
Brie’s insides quivered at the thought of Sir unleashed.
A woman’s soft voice floated through the air. “How are you, Sir Davis? Are you happy with your new submissive?” Brie kept her eyes glued to the floor. Her mind raced to place the feminine voice, quickly identifying her as the Asian Domme who owned Boa. Boa, the sub with a python for a cock.
Brie held her breath, waiting for Sir’s answer. Would he expose her mistake with Faelan in front of the other trainers?
“I’m finding the experience challenging andquitestimulating.”
Master Anderson laughed. “I bet you are, Thane. You picked a fine one to partner with. She won’t let you rest, I wager.” He hit Sir so hard on the shoulder that he momentarily lost his balance. “I have to admit though, I was a little put out when you stepped down. It was enjoyable working with you, reminded me of our college days.”
Sir’s low chuckle was like music to Brie’s ears. “College was—”
Master Coen interrupted their reverie. “Enough of the reminiscing, we have work to do. Where’s Clark?”
The door opened as if on cue and Ms. Clark’s voice rang out loud and clear. “Back already, Davis? Wait… Miss Bennett, what are you doing here?” The woman stopped abruptly in her tracks and said sarcastically, “You do realize this is afacultylounge.”
Sir’s reply was controlled, but with a slight edge to it. “Address me, Samantha. Not my submissive.”
Oh, what fun having Sir correct Ms. Clark on her behalf! Brie wished she could peek just to see the look on the female trainer’s face.
“Forgive me, Sir Davis. I am still wrapping my head around the fact you broke all protocol and collared a student. My apologies.”
“It is precisely due to protocol that I resigned, Samantha,” he said dryly.
Brie heard the disdain in his voice when he used Ms. Clark’s given name. Butwhywas he calling her by her first name? Did they have a history together?
“It was foolish,” Ms. Clark snorted. “We’ve lost a perfectly good headmaster and the Center’s reputation has been compromised because of your impulsive actions.”
Mr. Gallant’s warm voice filled the room, making Brie’s soul sigh in happiness. “That is not true. Although people are certainly talking about the Collaring Ceremony, I have not heard any ridicule towards the school, nor towards Sir Davis himself. Do not exaggerate, Ms. Clark.”
There was one voice that was suspiciously silent.Marquis Gray.
“Regardless of your opinion, Samantha, I am asking that you treat Miss Bennett and I as you would any D/s couple. You are not allowed to speak to her directly without my permission.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “But I demand your submissive leave the faculty lounge.”
“Fair enough,” Sir responded. Before commanding Brie to leave, he addressed Master Coen. “I did have a question for you.”
“Certainly,” Master Coen replied, moving across the room to join him.
“Would you be able to fashion an iron brand for me?”
“Not a problem. What is it you want?”
“The letter ‘T’, exactly an inch in height and half an inch wide.’”
