Page 48 of Brie's Submission
The intensity of his gaze consumed her. It took everything Brie had not to bow at his feet.
Sir put the pen down slowly and then laced his fingers together. He said in his low, chocolaty voice, “I would agree. Your openness is an asset that will serve you well.”
Breathe, girl, breathe.She was imagining his light touch on her skin. Could he read her willingness in her eyes?
“Are you worried about Miss Wilson?” he asked.
She shivered a little, because there was something that was bothering her. “Sir, will Mary really be forced to tell us what happened? Shouldn’t something that painful be kept private?”
“The three of you must learn from each other. It is part of the strength of this program. Yes, she will share the details from her past that caused her to react so violently tonight, but she will be instructed on how much needs to be revealed. You are a collective now; it is imperative you learn as a unit. Consider it a submissive sisterhood of sorts.”
She nodded, not breaking eye contact with him.
His eyes traveled to her collar and she felt a warm burn around her neck. “Anything else you would like to discuss, Miss Bennett?”
Her voice trembled. “Sir, I—”
He put his hand up to stop her. “We must keep to our roles. I am your trainer and you are my student. Your future depends on remembering that.”
She blurted it anyway, despite his warning. “I am glad you were my first, Sir.”
He looked down at his folded hands and said nothing. Each ticking second that went by broke her confidence. Maybe she had misread his intentions.
“If that is all, you are dismissed. Tell the panel I will join them after I finish the paperwork.”
Brie stood up and turned, a single tear falling down her cheek as she walked away. Had she just been a conquest for him?I’m such a fool.As she headed towards the door, she straightened her back and lifted her head a little higher.
“Brie.” Her name on his lips was like honey.
She turned, discreetly wiping the tear away. “Sir?”
“I am grateful, as well.”
“I’m thrilled to hear that, Sir,” she whispered.
He nodded, and then picked up the pen on his desk and began to write. She walked down the hallway, trying to contain the utter joy she felt. She concentrated on her walk to calm herself down. The damn heels were starting to feel like a part of her, and she just loved the way they clicked on the tiled floor.
When she returned to the commons, she saw that Mary had rejoined the group. She had a peaceful expression on her face and looked more relaxed than Brie had ever seen her. It was a pleasant look for Mary.
After Brie had delivered Sir’s message, she sat down between the two girls. Mary tensed and growled under her breath, in typical Blonde Nemesis fashion.
Marquis Gray stood up. “We have kept you longer than we’d intended due to tonight’s unusual circumstances. You have a full day of rest tomorrow. We expect you to take time to reflect on this past week. We will read over your Doms’ evaluations and base this coming week’s curriculum around what we discover.”
He looked at each of the girls, but focused specifically on Brie. Once again, she found his dark eyes penetrating her soul. Was he trying to gauge the extent of her interaction with Sir? She hoped her calm exterior gave nothing away.
His eyes narrowed as if he suspected something, but he didn’t comment on it. “We will see you Monday, then. Come prepared for a thorough critique. You are dismissed—except for you, Miss Wilson. We would like to speak with you privately.”
Lea and Brie stood up and smiled at each other. Brie was planning to ask Lea to join her at her apartment for a little nightcap. Maybe Lea would even agree to be filmed and they could both share their individual fantasies for her documentary. One thing was certain, it was going to be a late night, full of girly fun and plenty of giggles.
She looked back at Mary and actually felt a pang of sympathy. That poor woman had suffered through a difficult experience, and now she was being forced to stay after hours to discuss it. It surprised Brie to realize that she cared about the bitch.Who would have guessed?
Just as the elevator doors closed, Brie saw Sir sit down with the panel. She held her breath, hoping he would look in her direction, but he didn’t. She understood that he couldn’t.
Damn, graduation day seemed a lifetime away. She forced herself to concentrate on the week that lay ahead, a week that promised new lessons and a ton of sexy adventures.
Anatomy of the Mighty Shaft
Lea had not left Brie’s apartment until four in the morning. They’d been having way too much fun discussing their training experiences to call it a night until it was close to dawn. It had left Brie so exhausted that she’d slept until noon the next day. Her time spent with Rytsar had been an extraordinary gift that still permeated her being the moment she woke. The Russian Dom’s take on her warrior fantasy had been something she would cherish forever. It was hard to believe that just a week ago she’d been bemoaning her boring life, but now…life couldn’t be more thrilling or challenging.
