Free Brie Surrenders her Heart (After Graduation, #8) by Red Phoenix

she’d thought, although she was certain she hadn’t made a good Domme.
    “Undo the cuffs, téa. My hands are losing circulation.”
    Brie quickly disengaged herself to get the key. She noticed his hands were turning blue, a sign of tight restriction. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She rubbed his wrists, trying to aid his circulation.
    He chuckled. “No need to worry, little sub. No harm done.”
    “I never truly understood how hard it is to Dom a scene. It’s a lot of responsibility, Sir, even though it has its perks.”
    He ordered her to straddle him, grabbing her waist and grinding against her. “You did an adequate job for your first time.”
    “I know I made several mistakes, Sir.”
    “Knowing your tools and how to use them is essential before you start a scene. But I will say that I was impressed with your use of the Wartenberg wheel.”
    She rubbed his chest with a pleased smile, gently taking off bits of wax. She admitted, “I thought because I had experienced candles that I knew enough to use them.”
    “I would have stopped you if I was concerned, babygirl.”
    She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. “At least you advised me before I gave you a full body waxing.”
    “Rookie mistake, and one I was not willing to suffer.” Brie’s head bounced up and down on his chest with the force of his laughter.
    “I’m grateful, Sir. I love your hairy chest.”
    He pulled the blindfold off. “You have made me ravenous with all your teasing. Now I will require you to come, slave.” Sir dug his hands into the flesh of her ass and thrust himself deep inside her pussy without warning.
    She moaned at the forceful entry but quickly adapted herself to his rhythm.
    “I will fuck you hard and fast until that pussy is quivering from overuse.”
    “Yes, Master. Use me, please…”

Dinner with Gallant

    B rie had been working long hours with Mr. Holloway’s best film editor, Fehér, as well as his graphics team. The progress they were making was encouraging—so much so that Mr. Holloway had started contacting select theaters, offering them exclusive rights to the initial release. He explained to Brie, “Because it’s a documentary, we pick a few key theaters and let word of mouth, as well as carefully placed press releases, draw interest. If I’ve done my job well, the bigger chains will start asking to show the film in their own theaters once it begins to build steam. Although documentaries are not an easy sell, they’re not impossible,” he said with a cunning smile. “And I like a good challenge.” He exuded the confidence of a Dom, giving Brie pleasant shivers.
    The prospect of the upcoming release was exciting, but equally overwhelming. The relentless schedule was starting to wear on Brie. She counted herself lucky when Fehér came down with food poisoning and they all went home early one afternoon. She phoned Sir, who instructed her to take advantage of the break and set up the belated birthday dinner with Mr. Gallant.
    She was thrilled to finally be dining with her former teacher and his elegant wife. Brie had never had the chance to get to know the statuesque woman because Mr. Gallant was a private man, mixing his personal life with work as little as possible.
    But tonight, as a special gift to her, she would be allowed into their personal lives. It meant the world to Brie. She greatly admired the man who’d been her teacher throughout her six-week training.
    Brie undressed except for her beloved collar and waited for Sir at the door, following the ritual greeting he had assigned her at the Training Center. She smiled as she knelt, remembering his command: “Legs closed, arms behind your back so that your breasts are presented for my pleasure.”
    She bowed her head when she heard him. Sir entered and slowly shut the door behind him. He placed his keys on the counter before putting his hand on her head. Brie felt the familiar jolt of electricity her Master’s touch inspired.
    His low, commanding