Page 205 of Brie's Submission
It was so easy to be open with Sir that she shared her biggest fear. “I am afraid Mr. Wallace will turn away from his natural talent. He has often said we were cut from the same cloth and in a way, I agree with him. He didn’t realize who he was until he met me.” She looked up at her Master. “Well, Sir, I didn’t realize who I was until I met you.”
“The difference, babygirl, is that you have not been solely dependent on me. I am certain that if I had truly turned you away at the Collaring Ceremony, you would have found another. I cannot imagine you stalking me out of desperation, hoping to win my affections. You are confident in who you are. Wallace isn’t there yet.”
Brie looked down at the floor, a twinge of fear stabbing her in the gut. “What if he doesn’t recover from this, Sir?”
“You are not responsible for the world, Brie. Wallace is stronger than you think and the call of dominance will not let him rest. At this point he sees you as his, but he will come to realize you were only a stepping stone to his true mate.”
Sir’s words brought comfort to Brie’s soul. “Thank you, Master.”
“The challenge is getting him to see beyond his own desires so that he can embrace the future.” He cupped her chin. “However, that isnotyour job. You will only hinder his growth if you intervene in any way.”
“I understand, Sir.”
They were silent for several minutes. Brie basked in her Master’s soothing caress. It comforted her that he did not react to Faelan with irrational jealousy. In all things, Sir remained the teacher, seeking the best conclusion for all the individuals involved.
“Now Tono is a different story,” Sir stated.
Brie looked up at him questioningly.
“Tono is a good man. I have nothing but respect for him as a person and a Dom. I believe it would be in the best interests of both of you to sit down and discuss what happened the night of the ceremony.”
“If it pleases you, Sir,” she answered doubtfully.
“It is easy to underestimate the power of closure. I have found that loose ends tend to cause needless doubt and pain.”
Despite his bravado, Brie wondered if it would hurt Sir on some level to see her with Tono.
He laughed under his breath. “If it is my jealousy you are worried about, téa, let me assure you that is not a concern. I have faith in your commitment. You asked to be collared of your own free will, despite the risk of rejection. I am confident in your love, just as you should be confident in mine. I am a condor, my dear.”
Brie was unsure what the reference meant. Condors were not handsome birds and, as far as she knew, they were carrion eaters. Not romantic in the least, but she was reluctant to ask because of the look of tenderness he bestowed on her. She would definitely have to google it.
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“Ithink it would be best if we leave through the back,” Sir advised. “Your discussion with Tono will have to wait.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was grateful to be leaving, feeling far too emotionally raw to deal with any more drama.
“Everything you feel is written on your face.” He had said the same thing the night he’d put the protection collar around her neck the second day of class.
“I am grateful you can read me so well, Sir. It eases my mind, even though it alarms me.”
He chuckled softly. “It should. You can hide nothing from your Master.” Sir stood up and held out his hand. She gracefully rose to her feet and took hold of his arm as he guided her through the back hallways.
The night was warm. Brie found it pleasant strolling with Master in the dark, loving the sound of his confident stride on the pavement. As they rounded the front of the building, Sir stopped and commanded, “You will walk to the car and get in. Do not look anywhere but straight ahead.”
He nudged her towards the car while he stayed back and growled at Fealan, “Why are you still here?”
“Brie!” Faelan called out.
Brie hurried her steps, her eyes fixed desperately on the car.Do not look, do not look back…she commanded herself.
“Blossom, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove the depth of my love for you.”
Sir’s voice was like ice. “You were told to leave, Mr. Wallace. I am dialing the police as we speak.”
Brie made it to the car and slipped into the seat, shutting the door. She heard their heated exchange, but could not make out the words. Sir eventually got into the car, slamming the door.
He said nothing until they were close to his apartment. “He’s a stubborn cuss, I’ll give him that much.”
