Brie's Submission (7-9) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 3)

  Brie’s Submission:

  Books 7–9

  By

  Red Phoenix

  Brie’s Submission: Books 7–9

  Copyright © 2017 by Red Phoenix

  Kindle Edition

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  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  Edited by Amy Parker, Proofed by Becki Wyer & Marilyn Cooper

  Cover by Shanoff Formats

  Phoenix symbol by Nicole Delfs

  *This boxed set includes Surprise Me, Trust Me and Claim Me from the Brie’s Submission series.

  Adult Reading Material (18+)

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Description

  Surprise Me

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Description

  Fun with the Neighbors

  Mysterious Autumn

  A Session with Clark

  Seeds of Doubt

  Unfamiliar Territory

  The Truth

  Coen’s Lesson on Spanking

  Confrontation

  A Gift of Flogging

  His Virgin

  Magic in the Air

  Christmas Kink

  Mine

  A Meal With Master

  Big Sky Country

  The Sanctuary

  Kinky Fun

  Mary’s Triumph

  The Initiation

  Her Challenge

  The King Returns

  Broken

  Skeletons

  The Parents

  Trust Me

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Description

  Never

  Pink or Blue

  Wicked Sadist

  The Lake

  Savior

  This Will Hurt

  In the Woods

  Trinity

  A Call for Help

  Pieces

  Ice Goddess

  Triggers

  Blessed Release

  Lilly

  Mary Quite Un-Contrary

  Darkness

  The Mission

  Departure

  Faelan

  Beta

  The Donor

  Claim Me

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Description

  The Wolf Surrenders

  Ghosts of the Past

  Tono Experiences Flight

  The Cat’s Out of the Bag

  A Good Day

  Positive Force

  Baron’s Sultry Session

  Come to Me

  Heartbreak

  Cold Reception

  Betrayal

  The Limo Ride

  White Russian

  Goodbye

  La Famiglia

  I Do

  The Dance

  Exchange of Souls

  16 Years Earlier: Master’s POV

  Other Red Phoenix Books

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  Description

  Warning: Romance meets wicked fun!

  Get lost in the romance that awaits Brie Bennett when her Italian Dom plans the wedding of the century for his cherished bride and submissive.

  But her Master has kept something from Brie that threatens their future. A trap is being laid that is so shocking it will rock their very foundation.

  Will Brie choose to run or stand beside her man?

  *This boxed set includes Surprise Me, Trust Me and Claim Me from the Brie’s Submission series.

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  #9 (Claim Me)

  Beautifully Narrated by Pippa Jayne

  Surprise Me:

  Brie’s Submission #7

  By

  Red Phoenix

  Surprise Me: Brie’s Submission #7

  Copyright © 2016 by Red Phoenix

  This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  [email protected]

  Edited by Amy Parker, Proofed by Becki Wyer & Marilyn Cooper

  Cover by CopperLynn

  Phoenix symbol by Nicole Delfs

  Adult Reading Material (18+)

  Dedication

  Of course I have to give love and kisses to MrRed,

  He’s my man!

  I would also like to thank my cover designer, Copperlynn. She is a long-time friend/fan and has believed in Brie since the very beginning. She’s never stopped trying to find new ways to share Brie with the world.

  To all my wonderful fans who touch my life and make me stronger!

  Description

  A little Christmas magic and “condor” love

  Brie’s Master has kept something from her that threatens to tear them apart. When confronted, dark emotions are awakened, but the couple is part of a tight community that won’t let them fail. What happens when condor love collides head-on with Master’s demons? Pearls, naturally…

  Christmas magic and some kinky Montana fun has Brie flying high.

  Fun with the Neighbors

  Since Brie had no idea what Master Anderson planned for the day, she’d dressed casually but with a stylish flair. She was still applying her makeup when she heard his call.

  “Come out here, young Brie.”

  She hurried out of her room and found him in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. He looked up and smiled charmingly at her. “Sleep well?”

  Brie frowned momentarily, thinking back on her dream. “I woke up from a bad dream this morning, but overall I had a restful sleep.”

  He directed her to a stool at the counter so she could watch while he cooked. His hands moved with grace and speed as he cut vegetables and added them to the omelet. At least Master Anderson understood and appreciated the beauty of a good omelet.

  He moved around his kitchen with the skill and precision he brought to a session with the bullwhip. Brie would have bet that if she blindfolded him, he would have no problem navigating the kitchen as he cooked.

  In no time, he slid a perfectly cooked omelet onto a plate and placed it in front of her. He handed Brie a fork, telling her, “Please eat while it’s still hot.”

  She cut into his omelet of perfection and brought it to her lips, blowing lightly before taking a bite. Brie sighed in contentment. It was impossibly fluffy and light, a texture she’d never been able to achieve herself. “Wow, Master Anderson. Just, wow…”

  He assembled his own omelet with finesse and sat next to her. “I like to start the day with eggs. Nature’s perfect protein.”

  “
Amen to that,” she said, clinking forks with him. “I sure wish Sir liked eggs.”

  “It certainly makes you two an unfortunate pairing, doesn’t it?”

  She giggled. “Only if eating is important to him.” She was about to take another bite when Master Anderson swept the plate from her. “Sorry, young Brie. I just noticed Ms. Courtney is out in her backyard.”

  “So?” Brie pouted, watching forlornly as he dumped their omelets in the trash.

  “They won’t be worth saving once they get cold,” he assured her.

  How Master Anderson could throw away a masterpiece like that was unfathomable to Brie, but the gleam in his eye had her more than a little curious—his mischievous nature was charming.

  He explained to her, “I’ve wanted to teach my neighbor a lesson ever since I caught her snooping around my place uninvited. I insist on you joining me in the back, right now.”

  She nodded and asked, “What do you need me to do?”

  “Simply follow my instructions. You may improvise where you deem appropriate.” He escorted her out into the backyard and she could hear the neighbor talking loudly to a friend. The two seemed awfully chatty so early in the morning.

  Brie scanned Master Anderson’s yard. It backed up to a steep, mountainous hill and was landscaped with a wide variety of bushes and young trees with unusual cacti artfully placed throughout. For a splash of color, he’d added several types of columbine.

  His well-manicured backyard maintained a manly feel that seemed to complement the solitary pole planted in the center. Brie knew exactly what that pole was used for, and understood the necessity of the privacy fence that separated it from his neighbors.

  “Your yard is gorgeous, Master Anderson! Every bit as impressive as your other house, although the landscaping is different.”

  “Knowing your plants and the climate they thrive in is the key,” he informed her. “The environment up here is completely different than in town. Most homeowners fail to appreciate that.” He stroked the leaf of a flourishing bush nearby, looking every bit the proud papa.

  Master Anderson walked back over to her and whispered, “I’m going to retrieve the necessary items. Do not stray from this spot.”

  He spoke loudly so the women on the other side of the fence could hear, “Let’s finish breakfast before we begin.” He disappeared into the house, leaving Brie to eavesdrop on the ladies conversing on the other side of the fence.

  “I don’t have a clue, Wendy. All I know is that he works odd hours and is drop-dead gorgeous—as well as single.”

  “It seems he already has a girlfriend, Courtney. How else do you explain that girl being here so early in the morning?”

  Courtney tsked dismissively. “I’ve never seen her before. Probably his sister visiting or something.”

  “I can’t believe I let you talk me into coming. I’m missing my Pilates class for this, and you know how I get whenever I miss Pilates.”

  “I’m telling you, once you see this guy you’ll be on your knees kissing my feet.”

  Brie smirked to herself. It seemed his neighbor, Courtney, was determined to set Master Anderson up with the Pilates girl.

  He came back out grinning as he held up a set of leather bindings and his tool bag. Brie had to remind herself to breathe. She hadn’t counted on a session with him, especially with a vanilla audience listening nearby.

  Master Anderson declared boisterously, “I forgot your name, so I’ll just call you ‘baby’ to avoid confusion.”

  “My na—” Brie started.

  “No, I really couldn’t care less what it is.”

  Brie bit her lip, smiling at his devilish humor. What would those poor women think? Little did they suspect he was just getting started.

  “Kneel and open that pretty little mouth.”

  Brie obediently sank to her knees with her mouth slightly open in a pleasing manner. She looked up innocently, enjoying her role.

  He handed Brie the tool bag and commanded, “Unzip it slowly. I want to you admire what’s inside.” She did as he asked, knowing the sound could easily be mistaken for the unzipping of pants. “Do you like what you see, baby?” he asked huskily.

  She smiled.

  “Of course you do,” he answered for her. “Now take it out. I want you to handle it properly before I use it on you.”

  Brie heard an audible gasp on the other side of the fence and had to bite her lip to keep back the laughter. She took the bullwhip out of the bag and touched its deceptively smooth, braided leather. For something so pleasant to the touch, it definitely had a wickedly painful side to it.

  “I want you to kiss it.”

  Brie leaned over and pressed her lips against the fierce tool. Her heart skipped a beat, her body still remembering its bite.

  “That’s it, baby. Pucker those pink lips and kiss the length of that bad boy.”

  Brie left a trail of kisses down the handle of the bullwhip.

  Master Anderson took it from her. “Take that thing off,” he said, pointing to her top. “I want those tits to bounce when we do this.”

  A utensil clattered onto the patio concrete on the other side of the fence. There was no doubt they had a captive audience.

  Brie unbuttoned her blouse, and was about to undo her bra but Master Anderson shook his head. She handed him her shirt, grateful not to be naked in case Courtney decided to peek over the fence.

  He draped it across a patio chair, warning her, “I will not be gentle with you.”

  “I like it rough,” Brie replied, wanting the women eavesdropping to know this was a consensual encounter, in case they were considering calling the police.

  Pointing to the wooden pole, he commanded, “Stand and present yourself over there.”

  Brie’s stomach fluttered as she willingly walked up to it, unsure if she was prepared to take the harsh onslaught of his whip so early in the morning.

  “Hands up, baby,” he said in a deceptively amiable voice. He bound her wrists in leather and secured them to a hook attached to the post. He swept her hair away so that her back was exposed to him. Brie’s nipples hardened in anticipation of what was coming—fear seemed to have that effect on her.

  “Spread those legs.”

  When she did, he growled sensually. “Wider…”

  Brie couldn’t imagine what the ladies were thinking. She heard the swish of the bullwhip cut through the air as Master Anderson warmed up, but he did not crack it. She closed her eyes, the anticipation of contact almost unraveling her.

  “No tears this time.”

  She whimpered in answer.

  There was an angry huff from the other side of the fence. Brie stifled her giggle. If he wasn’t careful, Master Anderson might have a riot on his hands.

  “My strokes will come hard and fast. Are you ready?”

  Brie hesitated for dramatic effect before saying timidly, “Yes.”

  It was as silent as the grave on the other side of the fence.

  When the first lash contacted her back, Brie was surprised to find it challengingly pleasant—a strike that was light but hard enough to stimulate the skin. She let out a passionate moan when the second lash found its way home.

  “You like it hard, don’t you?”

  Brie enjoyed egging the women on with the naughty banter and purred, “The harder the better.” She trusted Master Anderson understood she was only kidding.

  He rained down a series of lashes, precise in his placement, with exactly the same intensity as the first. Truly, this man was a master of the whip.

  Brie’s cries were of pure, sexual bliss.

  “Quiet, you’ll wake the neighbors,” he warned cheekily.

  “You make it hurt so good…” she panted.

  “It’s true I know how to handle my tool,” he replied in a playfully arrogant voice. “Hell, I’ve been stroking young heifers with it since I was a boy.”

  There was an audible gasp on the other side of the fence.

  “But I’m becomin
g bored with this. Let’s try something new—something I know you’re not going to like.”

  He untied Brie from the pole and handed over her blouse. With her skin still tingling from the quick bullwhip session, she buttoned it up and waited for his next command.

  “Move over to the fence and bend over with your ass in the air.”

  She walked over to the spot he’d indicated, just opposite of the two ladies, and did as he’d instructed.

  As Master Anderson approached he explained, “This isn’t about you. This is about what I want. Understand?”

  “But—”

  “Not another word.”

  He came up behind her and handed her a set of gardening gloves. Then he leaned over and grabbed her hands, guiding them to a spiky weed. “Grasp it with both hands and pull hard.”

  The needlelike thorns pressed through the glove material and pricked her sensitive palms. It was slightly uncomfortable, so she whimpered pathetically for the benefit of their audience.

  “I don’t care if it hurts, baby. Pull on it like you mean it.”

  Master Anderson aided her by gripping the offending weed below her hands. With his help, the stubborn plant came up without any problem.

  “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

  “Yes, it was,” she complained with a grin.

  “I want you to do it again.”

  She whined pitifully, “But it hurt…”

  “I don’t care if it hurt. Bend over and yank harder this time.”

  “That’s it!” Courtney roared from the other side of the fence, “For God’s sake, leave that poor girl alone!”

  Both women peeked over the fence in unison. If looks could kill, Master Anderson would have been struck dead on the spot.

  He looked up at them innocently. “Howdy, ladies—sorry if we disturbed you. My girl here is wimpy when it comes to yard work.”

  Brie smiled up at them, her hands still clutching the plant.

  The two women couldn’t comprehend what they were seeing versus what they’d just heard. They stared at Brie, too flabbergasted to speak.