Brie’s City of Angels (Submissive in Love, #6) (2 page)

“You will not leave this house without my permission, you will perform duties to keep this household running smoothly, you are to remain in my presence at all times unless I command otherwise,
and
you will show the utmost respect to my submissive and myself. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Do you agree to live under these rules?”

Mary looked apprehensively at Brie.

Brie understood how hard this was for her, and was relieved when Mary answered with a humble, “Yes.”

“Then kneel at my feet and accept this collar.”

Brie held her breath as she watched Mary slowly kneel. The girl had never worn a collar—claimed she couldn’t stand them—and yet there she was kneeling at Captain’s feet to receive the one he offered.

Captain looked down at her with sympathy, and in that moment Brie thought he was truly the handsomest man on Earth. After he fastened the black leather collar around her neck, he put his hand on her head. “Until the day I remove this collar, you are under my protection and care. You are to address me as Vader for the duration of your stay.”

Mary gave him a questioning look. “Why?”

“My heritage is Dutch. As I am head of this house and caretaker to you, it is fitting you should address me as father.”

The significance of the moment was not lost on Brie. Captain was taking on that role in Mary’s life so he could help her to replace the cruel memories of her past with new, healthy ones. However, Brie was stunned to see tears streaming down Mary’s face when she lifted her head and said in the barest of whispers, “Thank you, Vader.”

Captain spoke to Sir. “Thank you for delivering her to me. My pet and I look forward to aiding in her reeducation.”

“Dr. Reinstrum will call you soon to set up her counseling sessions.”

“I’ve already contacted him and it has been arranged.”

“Perfect.”

“Since you’ve had a long day, why don’t you head home? She will be fine with us.”

Before Sir agreed, he asked Mary, “Miss Wilson, are you comfortable staying here?”

She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Yes. I am, Sir.”

“You understand the rare privilege Captain has bestowed on you. I expect you to take full advantage of this opportunity.”

Captain placed his hand back on Mary’s head. “Between my pet and I, I’m confident we can help her to overcome the barriers that hold her back.”

Candy looked up lovingly at Captain. “My Master has a big heart.”

With his hand still on Mary’s head, Captain cradled Candy’s chin. “You are a pleasure to spoil, pet.” He kissed her gently, his hand fingering the collar around her neck.

It was a romantic scene and Brie’s heart melted. Yes, there was hope for Mary in this home. Captain was a stern Dom and would not put up with her insolence, while Candy understood the pain of abuse. Together they could prove to be exactly what Mary needed.

“Pet, you may tell your friend goodbye.”

Candy walked over and hugged Brie. “It’s so good to see you again. I hope we’ll see more of each other from now on.”

“Me too, Candy.”

Captain looked down at Mary. “
You,
I need to think of a name for.” He stared down at her for several moments and said with finality, “Your name will be
lief
in my home.”

“What does it mean, Vader?”

“Before I tell you, I want you to tell me what you think it means.”

Mary blushed with humiliation when she answered. “Lost?”

He shook his head, smiling at her. “I thought you might say something like that, but you would be wrong. It means well-behaved child. Now,
lief
, say goodbye to your good friend.”

Captain lifted his hand from her head and Mary rocked on her heels and stood. The expression on her face was a mixture of relief and fear as she approached Brie.

Brie could appreciate her concern. Captain had placed the burden of extremely high expectations on Mary, and the girl was unsure she could meet them, so Brie whispered in her ear, “It’s going to be okay. You’re home.”

Mary gasped softly, only nodding in response.

Brie had never seen Blonde Nemesis like this before—humble, weak and vulnerable. It was actually endearing, and made her want to hug the crap out of Mary. She surprised Brie further when she didn’t resist the embrace, resting her chin on Brie’s shoulder as she hugged her back.

Brie closed her eyes and smiled, filled with a sense of hope.

Ice Goddess

I
t was wonderful to return to their own apartment. Brie had missed its familiar smells.

“Undress,” Sir commanded as soon as he shut the door.

She was delighted to shed her clothes, all except the belt she’d worn the entire trip. She had forgotten about it after picking up Mary, but was very much aware of it now as she presented herself to Sir, kneeling at his feet.

“It’s good to be home,” he said, sighing with contentment as he lightly touched her head. “Stand and serve your Master, téa.”

Brie stood before him, purring when he caressed her cheek.

“I have teased you, but now the time has come to satisfy you,” he stated as he pulled on the belt around her waist.

“I’ve been looking forward to this moment ever since we boarded the plane in Russia,” she confessed as they strolled down the hall together.

Once they reached the bedroom, he told her, “Now stand behind the bed, legs spread, hands behind your back.”

A few minutes ago Brie had been ready to collapse on her Master’s bed and fall asleep. Now she was staring at it with tingles of anticipation coursing through her body.

“I like having an array of familiar instruments at my fingertips,” Sir called out as he scavenged through his tools.

“I like it too, Master.”

She grinned when she heard his low, manly laughter coming from the closet.

Sir returned with a spreader bar, leather cuffs, and a bundle of rope, which he laid on the bed before her. He lit a single candle on the nightstand and took off his shirt, exposing his handsome chest covered in dark hair with the lowercase “t” resting prominently over his heart. The sight of him melted hers.

Tenderly, he placed the leather cuffs on her wrists, making sure they were tight, then attached them to the spreader bar. “Lift your arms,” he commanded huskily.

This was new for her. Normally Sir used the spreader bar on her legs. She lifted her arms above her head and he took the rope, tying it to the bar. Then he strung the rope through a ring above her head and pulled tight.

“Oh!” she gasped, liking the feel of the restraint.

“Keep your legs spread,” he commanded as he pulled tighter, causing her to tiptoe for him. He finished off the knot and stood back to admire her.

“Wait…”

He rifled through their luggage and produced her fur-lined snow boots. “I liked seeing you in these.” He slipped them on and laced them up. “There, now you look the part of my sexy snow goddess.”

She basked in his gaze, her stomach fluttering as his hands traveled over her body, purposely avoiding her most sensitive areas and driving her wild because of it.

How was it possible, after all this time, that she still reacted so intensely to his touch? She’d never imagined that love could be this tangible and real—a part of her being. This wasn’t lust that would dull over time; this was a penetrating love that now defined her.

“I love you, Master…”

“I love you, téa.” Sir turned her head to face him and kissed her passionately on the lips. She swayed in his embrace, losing her balance but completely supported by her bindings.

A willing but helpless plaything for her Master.

Sir took full advantage of her helplessness, telling her, “There’s one more thing needed to make this scene complete.”

He left her side and she listened to his echoing footsteps as he walked out of the room and down the hall. Brie shivered in expectation, wondering what surprise he had for her when she heard his footsteps return.

Sir pressed his body against her back, leaning forward to lightly nibble on her ear. “You’re so hot, téa.”

She shrieked when she felt ice against her clit and automatically clamped her legs shut, trying to protect herself from the cold.

“Tsk, tsk…”

“I was surprised, Master,” Brie explained. “I’m sorry.” With determination, Brie repositioned herself, leaving her legs wide open to suffer his wicked attention.

“Did you like Rytsar’s ice vibrator?” he asked, pressing the ice against her pussy. “I could always order one for the closet.”

Brie panted, forcing herself not to move even though her body violently resisted the spine-tingling chill the ice caused. “I prefer a hard cock and hot come, Master.”

Sir chuckled in her ear as he slowly forced the half-moon of ice deep inside her. “Close your legs, téa. Let it melt. I plan to thoroughly fuck my ice goddess.”

Brie looked upwards, biting her lip as she crossed her legs together, keeping the ice from slipping out as it chilled her from the inside. Her nipples became hard while goose bumps rose on her skin. Sir took notice and started tugging on her pert nipples.

She leaned her head back, hanging from the bar and moaning as water dripped from her pussy onto the floor.

“You like having your nipples played with.”

Brie moaned louder as he rolled them between his fingers. “You know how to send an electrical current straight to my sweet spot, Master. I’m desperate for you even though I hate the cold.”

“I, on the other hand, am anticipating it. Your ice pussy is going to take a pounding.”

More of the water spilled out in response to his words.

Sir played with the rope, loosening it so she was left bent over the bed but not quite touching it. He secured the rope again and stood behind her. “Seeing you bent over like this is such a turn-on, téa. Your perfect ass displayed and your pussy dripping for me.”

Brie purred as the last of the melting ice trickled to the floor.

Sir moved into position behind her and fisted her hair, pulling Brie’s head back. “Grab on to the bar and prepare to be fucked.”

Brie wrapped her cuffed hands around the bar for greater support and closed her eyes when Sir grabbed her waist with his other hand, using it for leverage. He waited, building up the anticipation before plowing his hard cock into her.

The warmth of his shaft shattered the icy cold and Brie cried out in pleasure.

Sir’s groan was low and primal, stirring the flames of her desire. Bound as she was, their movement was not hindered by friction from the bed, and she rocked into him with every thrust. He pulled her head back farther as he ramped up the pace, and soon the thrusts came so hard and fast that Brie felt the flutterings of subspace.

Sir suddenly pulled out and let go of her hair. Brie whimpered in protest.

“Come for me,” he ordered, slipping his finger inside and simply resting it against her G-spot. His energetic thrusting had made her hyper-sensitive, and that simple pressure caused her to come violently around his finger. She let go of the bar and lost herself in the intensity of it.

“Good. Now I’m going to fuck you again. Hold on to the bar.”

Brie grabbed the bar as he took her hips with both hands and pounded her with much greater force. Sir’s breath came in short, raspy grunts from sheer effort as he gave it everything he had.

Brie began screaming nonsensical words as she took the onslaught, loving the carnal brutality of it. Never wanting it to end…

Sir stopped again, and with quick movements he untied the rope, lowering her onto the bed, his cock still buried inside her. Sir pressed the full weight of his body against her as he came. Brie moaned, feeling his cock pulse with a powerful release.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she came for him—again.