Free Brie's Christmas Pearls (Submissive in Love, #3) by Red Phoenix

me.”
    “So you want me to start again?”
    “No, I want to teach you how to make fresh pasta. Your Master should never have to eat dried noodles. It’s a waste of calories.”
    Boa gathered flour, eggs, salt, a clove of garlic, oil olive and a wedge of parmesan cheese and set them before her. “Simple, fresh ingredients.”
    He piled up a mound of flour on the cutting board and made a well in the center. He cracked in the eggs, sprinkled a little salt and added some olive oil. Then, with his bare hands, he began to mix the ingredients.
    While he mixed and kneaded the dough, he asked if she had any questions.
    “Personal or cooking-related?”
    “Either.”
    “You said you met your Mistress at a restaurant. What’s the story?”
    Boa’s eyes twinkled when he smiled. “Mistress came to eat at the place I worked. She raved about the appetizer she’d had, and asked to see the chef.” He shrugged. “It happened to be the only dish of mine that my boss allowed on the menu. When she realized the chef hadn’t created it, she insisted on meeting me.”
    “And that was the beginning of you two?”
    He chuckled. “Actually, it took a bit of convincing on her part. You see, I considered myself a manly man at the time. Took a while for Mistress to introduce me to my more submissive side.”
    He put his muscle into the kneading of the dough, moving with a fluid, thrusting motion. It was almost sexual to watch. She took a peek at his crotch and noticed a very large bulge.
    “You really get into cooking, don’t you?” she commented.
    “Yes. I think that’s why I never made it past sous chef. I intimidated the other men in the kitchen with my passion for cooking.”
    Glancing at his bulge again, Brie thought to herself, That’s not the only thing that intimidated them.
    “Normally you let the dough rest for an hour, but I will just roll it out, because we have limited time.”
    He got out a small manual pasta machine and rolled the dough through it several times, making it thinner with each pass. Then he changed the setting and cut it into thin strips.
    “It takes a lot less time for fresh pasta to cook.” He separated the noodles as he put them in the salted water and stirred it. While it boiled, he put some olive oil in a small sauté pan and used a garlic press to add several cloves of garlic to the oil. A minute later he pulled it from the heat, strained the noodles and put them in a large bowl. He drizzled the heated oil over them and tossed the noodles lightly.
    Boa handed her a fork and they both served themselves from the serving bowl. He said apologetically, “The pasta would be lighter if it had time to rest.”
    She took a bite and purred. Such simple ingredients, but the texture of the noodles along with the tang of olive oil and toasted garlic was amazing. “I can make this?”
    “Of course, you saw how easy it was.”
    She laughed. “Marquis makes omelets look easy—that doesn’t mean they are.”
    Boa patted her on the shoulder. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have several authentic dishes under your belt that I guarantee your Master will enjoy.”
    He looked up at the clock. “Looks like we’re out of time here.”
    After they cleaned up the kitchen, Boa escorted her to the school entrance. “So what does your Master think you’re doing right now?”
    “I told him I’m using the Center’s resources to work on my documentary for the next two weeks, which is totally true. I just haven’t mentioned the extra time for cooking lessons.”
    “Oh, the hoops a sub must jump through in order to surprise her Master.”
    She grinned. “It’s not easy, I tell ya.”
    He winked as she walked out the door. “Until tomorrow, then.”

    Brie was in for her own surprise on Christmas Eve. She came home to find Sir standing in the hallway waiting for her, with a mischievous smirk on his face.
    “What’s up?” she asked cautiously, putting her camera equipment down.
    He nodded his head