Free Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4) by Red Phoenix Page A

cock while holding her waist painfully tight. “I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked.”
    The onslaught began. Brie screamed as he took her violently, just the way she’d asked. Every thrust hit so deep that it sent a wave of painful electricity through her, but it was addictive and she cried out for more.
    He was ferocious in his taking of her, fisting her hair and pulling her head back as his powerful hands left bruising caresses. He continually changed angles, seeking to dominate her pussy in ways it had never been conquered.
    With each strong thrust, Master was laying his claim. She could feel it approaching, an orgasm like she had never experienced before, born of possession and pain. “Yes, Master, yes!” she cried through grateful tears.
    His roar filled the room. “Come for your Master, blossom!”

    Brie instantly woke, drenched in sweat, her heart racing as her pussy convulsed in the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm. She reached around desperately in the dark, “Master…? Sir…?”
    She found there was no one else in the bed. She lay back down, reality finally sinking in. This was the third night since Sir had left that she had dreamed of Faelan. The intensity of it lingered on her skin like an unwanted caress.
    It had seemed so real that she could not free herself from feeling it was an act of betrayal against Sir. Brie hugged herself, tears falling freely down her cheeks. She lay in the bed, trying to rock herself back to sleep, whispering, “No more…”

Animal Sex

    S ir made Brie stay at home when he left for the airport later that day. He claimed he didn’t want her to waste a single minute away from her project. “Look through what you already have that you can use to enhance your film. Decide what questions you want to ask both girls. You will need to be prepared before you approach Miss Wilson. You will also need to get permission from the Training Center for those extra shots the producer wanted. There is far too much for you to do to be wasting time at the airport seeing me off.”
    She nodded her agreement, but deep down inside she felt he was running away from her.
    The second the door shut, life seemed to leave the entire apartment. It felt as if a part of her soul had left with him.
    “Pull yourself together, Brie. You’re not a weak-minded little girl who can’t exist without her man.” She spent the night going back over her documentary footage. She concentrated on Mary, wanting to see if there was anything she could pull from it. She came across the moment when Mary had broken down in front of the camera, demanding she turn it off. Brie had been in the middle of giving her a compliment. In an instant, Mary’s countenance had changed and she’d become hostile. Brie replayed it several times, zooming in on the girl’s face. She swore she could see a look of longing in Mary’s eyes, just before the walls came crashing down and the girl flipped out.
    Maybe Sir was right. It was possible Mary was not a back-stabbing bitch. Well…not only a back-stabbing bitch.
    As she was readying herself for bed, she was surprised to see the velvet box on the dresser. Curious, she opened it and gasped, clutching the sandy pearls to her chest. Sir had gone back for them…
    She slipped under the covers wearing only the pearls. Unfortunately, the large bed only reminded her that he was gone. She curled up on his side of the bed and breathed in Sir’s smell on his pillow. It was comforting and helped her to fall asleep. Brie knew it would be a long week ahead without him, but she had been an independent person before. There was no reason she couldn’t survive—no, thrive —on her own.
    She was sure the time apart would only help to make their reunion that much more passionate, if that were even possible.

    He held out his hand and helped her out of the Mustang, then slammed the car door in his haste. She could feel the animal lust radiating from her Master. He wanted her, he