Free Brie Visits Master's Italy (After Graduation, #7) by Red Phoenix Page B

must provide a name,” he insisted.
    Being wrong in front of all these people was daunting. She stood silently, going over every Dom she’d been with.
    Her guest took pity on her and leaned in, rubbing his cheek against hers. When she felt the hard scar tissue, Brie broke out in a smile, thrilled to be in the presence of the Dom.
    “Captain.”
    “Yes, pet. Happy Birthday. I must say you look lovely collared.”
    She blushed with pleasure, grateful to be reconnected with the military hero. “Thank you, Captain. My birthday has been made better because you are here.”
    He chuckled lightly. “That is kind of you to say, pet.” He placed his envelope on the tray and moved on.
    A large hand with beefy fingers grasped her shoulder and firm lips met hers. There was no doubt who it was.
    “Headmaster Coen,” Brie said with a coy smile and bow. “I am honored you came.”
    “Tonight I’m simply Master Coen. No pomp and circumstance allowed.”
    “Yes, Master Coen.”
    Brie became curious when the next man stood before her and patted the top of her head as if she were a little girl. She was surprised, realizing that the man did not want to kiss her. Who would Sir invite who would react in such a way besides Mr. Gallant? Well, the answer was simple enough.
    Brie grinned as she greeted him. “Mr. Reynolds!”
    “Happy birthday, Brie.” He placed his card on the tray, adding, “I miss you at the shop, but I hear big things are ahead for you. I couldn’t be prouder. Congratulations, it couldn’t happen to a nicer person.”
    “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds. Do you realize if you hadn’t given me the job at the tobacco shop, none of this would be happening now?”
    He said firmly, “Nonsense, Brie. I guarantee you were destined for success no matter how it found you. It is my pleasure to know such a fine young lady.” She blushed at his kind words.
    Mr. Reynolds moved to the side to make room for the final guest. She could smell his unique spicy scent as he leaned forward, alerting her to who it was even before he kissed her. Baron’s thick lips pressed against hers, causing a pleasant warmth in her nether regions.
    “I know you…” she murmured during his kiss. When he pulled away she added, “Thank you for coming, Baron.”
    He dropped his envelope on the tray. “It’s good to see you glowing like a birthday candle on your birthday, kitten.”
    “I’ll never forget what you did for me, Baron. You literally saved me that night at the Kinky Goat.”
    “And I will forever be in your debt,” Sir stated beside her.
    “No, Sir Davis,” Baron said with conviction. “You introduced me to Adriana. Even though we are parted, I am a better man for having known her. The debt of gratitude is mine.”
    Brie could hear the thudding sound of Sir patting Baron’s muscular shoulder. “We all miss her. She was a remarkable woman.”
    It wasn’t until then Brie understood that Baron had not broken up with his submissive as she had first assumed. Her heart broke for the kindhearted Dom. “I didn’t know she died, Baron,” she whispered.
    “Do not let it trouble you, kitten. This is your special day. Keep glowing, it makes me happy to see it.”
    She forced a bright smile, even though her heart hurt for him.
    “That’s better,” Baron complimented.
    She heard Sir walk away with him.
    The party was in full swing. Brie caught snippets of conversations, much laughter, and the tinkling of glasses and utensils on plates. It was surreal but strangely exciting to be on the outside listening in. Brie cherished Sir’s ability to think outside the box and give her an experience she could never imagine or forget.

The Uninvited

    T his time when the doorbell rang, Sir ran his fingertips over the swell of her breasts as he passed. Brie purred, aroused by her Master’s touch.
    “Good evening,” Sir said when he opened the door. “I was concerned you wouldn’t make it tonight. Please come in and kiss the birthday