Free Brie Submits to her Master (After Graduation, #2) by Red Phoenix

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.”
    Brie didn’t say anything as they walked into the high-rise, although she nodded to the doorman when Sir didn’t respond to the man’s greeting.
    Faelan’s persistence astonished Brie and it did not help to serve his cause. By not respecting Sir’s position, he was only making a fool of himself and tarnishing his reputation as well as that of the school. Brie did not want that for Faelan, especially after all he had suffered.
    “Téa, make me a martini,” Sir said when they entered the apartment.
    She had watched him enough times to feel confident imitating the process. She doubted her martini would compare to his, but she smiled when she shook the drink vigorously. Shaken, not stirred, Sir .
    He was on the phone the entire time she made the drinks. She walked up to him, holding the martini up, careful not to spill. Sir smiled as he took it from her, but did not stop his conversation on the phone. “Yes, I think it is for the best. I am glad you are in agreement.”
    Brie went back to the kitchen to retrieve her drink. It had to be Faelan he was discussing, but who was he talking to and what was he planning? She knew Sir would not put up with his latest actions, but she desperately hoped that Faelan would not be banished from the BDSM community.
    She returned to stand next to her Master, sipping her first attempt at a martini. It was definitely not as good as Sir’s.
    “Hard to believe, I know.”
    Sir chuckled at whatever was said by the caller. He clinked glasses with Brie and took a sip. “No, I agree. However, you have my expectation set unrealistically high. Do not disappoint me.” He took another drink, his face suddenly becoming solemn. “Affirmative. There are times when it takes an extreme catalyst to force change.”
    Brie was certain he was talking about Faelan now.
    “I need to make arrangements. Expect a call in a couple of days.” He paused, and then the smile returned to his face. He looked down at Brie. “That would be a definite yes.”
    Sir snapped the phone closed. “I am not a man who will be pushed. However, when an opportunity presents itself, I’m not foolish enough to ignore it.” He said no more, but seemed much more relaxed after the phone call. She breathed a sigh of relief, taking another sip of her mediocre martini.
    He nodded towards the Tantra chair. “Your Master is feeling amorous. Strip down, téa, but leave the boots on tonight.”
    Brie set her drink on a side table and took off her clothes sensually for her Master. She couldn’t help noticing the outline of Sir’s erection straining against his pants. She swayed her hips in a seductive manner to entice him further as she ran her hands down her thighs and over the smooth black leather of her boots.
    Both had been aroused by the fire play they’d engaged in earlier, but neither had experienced release. It heightened Brie’s sense of arousal now.
    “Undress me,” he commanded.
    Brie smiled as she began unbuttoning his shirt, feeling the familiar stirring in her loins as she exposed his muscular chest. She wanted to run her hands over his dark chest hair, but followed his order and undid his leather belt next. It excited her that Sir was observing her as she undressed him.
    She unzipped his pants and pulled them down, helping him out of each leg. Brie looked up at him from the floor, in awe of his commanding masculinity.
    “Stay.” Sir left her, walking back to his bedroom and returning with a blanket. He moved over to the Tantra chair and lay down,