Page 50 of Her Sweet Surrender
He glanced at her, a wicked glint in his eye. “I have one of the top graduates of the Submissive Training Center, and I believe it’s time to give her a challenge worthy of her talent.”
Brie suddenly felt tingles of excitement.
“Eyes forward, téa, hands in your lap, and no questions,” he commanded.
Brie’s heart began to race as she sat still, being his obedient sub, while her imagination went crazy. She wondered what he had planned.
She was shocked when they pulled into the full parking lot of the college that housed the Submissive Training Center.
Brie knew the Submissive Training course was in session and turned to ask Sir about it.
He tsked in disapproval.
She blanched, immediately realized what she’d done, and cried out, “I’m sorry, Master!”
“What did you do wrong, téa?”
“I failed to look forward.”
He nodded. “As your Master, it is my duty to punish you for disobeying me.”
It had been a while since Brie had been formally punished. “Yes, Master.”
“While you wait for your punishment, see that you don’t disobey me again.”
“I won’t, Master,” she promised. Instead of feeling shame, Brie felt exhilarated. Not because she’d been disobedient—that was regrettable—but because she’d enjoyed being challenged again.
“The stress of Lilly, along with the pressures of Holloway’s attack on your career and the demands of my work, have made it easy for me to become complacent as your Master. We cannot allow that to happen, now can we, téa?”
Brie shook her head vigorously while staring forward. “No, Master.”
“Your parents’ move to California allows me the opportunity to provide you with more formal encounters. Something I know we both desire.”
Brie felt the butterflies start. “I love that idea, Master.”
He placed his finger under her chin and turned her head to gaze into her eyes. “Are you ready to please your Master, téa?”
“Yes…” she murmured breathlessly as he leaned in and claimed her lips. His possessive kiss left her whole body trembling afterward.
Sir reached behind his seat and took out a red case. Brie noticed it wasn’t the tool bag he normally carried. He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for her.
As Sir helped her out of the vehicle, Brie was overcome with giddiness remembering how it felt to be a student here.
In a cool, commanding voice he said simply, “Follow.”
Brie obediently walked behind her Master, her entire body tingling with excitement.
Walking through the entrance of the college took Brie back to that first day and she let out a sigh of elation.
“Good evening, Sir Davis,” Rachael replied from the receptionist’s desk. She used the formal tone she reserved for the staff at the Center. Brie kept her eyes lowered, focused exclusively on Sir.
The college itself was full of business students busily making their way to their evening classes but Sir headed directly to the elevator. When the doors opened, she stood proudly beside her Master in silent anticipation.
Upon leaving the elevator, Brie recognized the familiar voice of Mr. Gallant behind the closed classroom door. Master Anderson, who was now the Headmaster of the school, was walking down the hallway. He was involved in an intense conversation with Mistress Lou, one of the other trainers.
Master Anderson looked up for a moment and nodded to Sir before continuing his discussion with the Mistress.
Being here tonight was like having a backstage pass to the inner workings of the Submissive Training Center as an outside observer. Brie smiled to herself as she followed Sir down the hallway, thinking how nervous and excited the submissives currently taking the course must be.
