Brie's Christmas Pearls (Submissive in Love, #3)

  Brie’s Christmas Pearls

  Submissive in Love

  By

  Red Phoenix

  Brie’s Christmas Pearls

  Copyright © 2014 by Red Phoenix

  Kindle Edition

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  Edited by Rebecca Hill

  Overall Book cover design by Viola Estrella; Photo by Christina Gwin, Photo Enhancement by Copperlynn

  Phoenix symbol by Nicole Delfs

  Heartfelt hugs and kisses to

  My hubby – my lover, friend and inspiration

  And big thanks to Becki!

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

  Adult Reading Material

  Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Unfamiliar Territory

  The Truth

  Coen’s Lesson on Spanking

  Confrontation

  A Gift of Flogging

  His Virgin

  Magic in the Air

  Christmas Kink

  Mine

  About the Author Red Phoenix

  Connect with Red on Substance B

  Unfamiliar Territory

  Brie woke up from a dream that involved Tono and a trail of orchids. She stretched out her arms above her head with a huge smile on her lips, the gentle presence of the Asian Dom still lingering in her mind. That smile died as soon as she remembered her last phone call with Sir.

  Rather than revisit those unwelcome feelings, she got up from her bed and walked to the desk in the corner. She opened the drawer, thrilled that Master Anderson had stocked it with the needed supplies.

  She pulled out several pieces of stationery and a well-sharpened pencil. Brie stared at the writing instrument for a moment. How long had it been since she’d written with a pencil?

  Inventory at the tobacco shop.

  With that thought, a flood of memories came to mind: Mr. Reynolds’ fatherly smile, that lazy ass Jeff, all those damn cigarettes…and Sir.

  Brie shook off the feeling of sadness that threatened to smother her and began her letter.

  Dear Tono,

  I woke up this morning thinking of you and decided I should write.

  I can’t tell you how much I disliked leaving Japan, but I’m grateful for the time I got to spend with you, and for the chance to know your father before his passing. I will never forget honoring his memory with your family at his wake. It is something I’ll always hold dear.

  I’m beginning to understand why you chose to stay behind. There are times we must do what is right, even though it’s hard and might tear us up inside. I respect you for remaining true to your values, especially when it comes at great cost.

  I hope, with all my heart, you are able to find a balance, where you can fulfill your duty to your mother and still honor your own needs. I think back on that night of glowing rope, the erotic beat of the music and the talent of your hands, and I know you have hit on something revolutionary. I hope you pursue it further, maybe find your escape it in when you have need.

  My time in Denver has been crazy. Lea is as full of bad jokes as ever, and she even has one for you. If you want me to subject you to the torture, just say the word and I will include it in my next correspondence. Lea also introduced me to a new friend she met because of my documentary.

  Autumn is truly amazing, Tono. Despite losing her leg as a child, she glides on the ice like an angel. I admire her strong spirit, and hope to hang out with her again soon. How cool that my film brought those two together. I just love that!

  Although the training center in Denver is very different from the one in LA (practical jokes are the norm here), it seems to have a positive effect on the staff. Even Ms. Clark seems happy.

  I think you should know I wear the beautiful comb you gave me whenever I film now. I can’t tell you the number of times I hear your reassuring voice reminding me to breathe… Thank you for the positive influence you are in my life.

  Love, Brie

  Writing to Tono Nosaka had a calming effect on her, as if she’d actually spent time in the presence of the Asian Dom. She sealed up the letter, saying aloud, “Domo arigato, Tono.”

  Brie spent her afternoon with Lea at a nearby park, under the colorful foliage of a stunning Colorado fall. They lay out on a large blanket, side by side, relaxing in the warmth of the autumn sun. The sky was a spectacular color of blue, something Brie had never seen before.

  “Is it is extra blue because we’re a mile above sea level?”

  Lea shrugged, turning her head lazily and smiling at Brie. “I don’t know and don’t care. I just love being here.” She looked back up at the sky and took in a deep breath.

  Brie did the same, breathing in the unique scent of fall. It reminded her of pumpkins, trick-or-treating and dressing in silly costumes as a child. She’d missed that smell in California, but hadn’t realized it until now.

  “I wish I could stop time and just lie here in the sun forever.”

  “And look like a mummified piece of burnt bacon after a few weeks? No thank you!” Lea replied, elbowing her.

  “You know what I mean,” Brie scolded gently.

  “Yes. You don’t want to face Sir Davis.”

  Brie sighed in misery, chagrined that her friend knew her so well. “No, I don’t. It makes it that much worse that everyone knows what’s happened except me.”

  A tear fell down her cheek.

  “I feel like a big joke, Lea.”

  Her friend rolled onto her side to face Brie, propping her head up with her hand. “No, girlfriend. No one feels that way about you. None of us would have known anything if the press hadn’t gotten wind of it, and what we know is only what we’ve heard on the news.”

  “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

  “Because Master Anderson asked me not to once he realized you didn’t know. Being as we’re besties, he figured it would come up in conversation, and he felt strongly that Sir Davis should be the one to tell you.”

  “Well, I’m asking you now.”

  Lea groaned and lay back down, looking up at the sky. “I can’t.”

  “Why?” Brie cried. “You’re my best friend.”

  Lea turned towards her again, fidgeting with a stray thread on the blanket. “I know, and it’s killing me not to say anything, but it wouldn’t be fair to Sir Davis.”

  “It’s not fair to me,” Brie complained.

  Lea looked around apprehensively, then leaned closer and whispered, “Okay, I’ll only tell you that it was all over the news a couple of days before you showed up. It has to do with his mother and it’s not good.”

  “Is Ruth coming after Sir again?”

  Lea shook her head sadly. “No, nothing like that.”

  “What, then?” Brie pleaded.

  “Look, sweetie, there has to be a reason he didn’t tell you when you were in Japan. You’ll have to give him the benefit of the doubt until you talk to him in person.”

  Brie put her hands to her face, covering her eyes to keep from crying. “I remember when Baron spoke about her; I sat there
like an idiot complaining about how awful she was. I should have known something was up when he acted so weird. Then there was Ms. Clark. She mentioned that Sir was keeping things from me just before we started to film.” Brie rolled away from Lea, staring at the mountains in the far distance. “All of which makes me feel like a fool.”

  Lea scooted over and hugged her, pressing her large boobs against Brie’s back. “No one thinks you’re a fool. We’re just worried about you two.”

  Brie curled up into a ball. “I don’t want to go home, Lea. I’m so angry with Sir for putting me in this situation, but I’m terrified that whatever it is will tear us apart.”

  Lea squeezed her tighter. “Nothing can tear you two apart.”

  “I thought that once, but I’m not so sure now…”

  Lea rolled Brie back over and said forcibly, “Don’t think like that, not even for a second.”

  The tears started, and Brie was defenseless to stop them.

  Lea swiped them away, stating in a serious tone, “A condor pair were nibbling on a dead clown. The male condor asked the female, ‘Does this taste funny to you?’”

  “Oh, Lea,” Brie groaned, but as she mulled it over in her head it struck her as humorous. The joke not only referred to their condor love but hinted at her cooking skills. She smiled, but complained as she did so.

  “I hate that I love your bad jokes.”

  “I know, honey.”

  Master Anderson saw Brie off at the airport early the next morning, wearing his cowboy hat and blue jeans. He tipped the brim of his black hat as he said goodbye at the entrance to the security line. “Tell Thane I expect the two of you to return. He owes me.”

  Brie tried to sound more positive than she felt. “Sure.”

  Master Anderson lifted her chin, his intense green eyes boring into hers. “Young Brie, Thane is dedicated to you. Do not doubt that, even if current circumstances suggest otherwise.”

  She looked down at the floor, unable to look at him when she admitted, “It’s humiliating to be the last to know.”

  “Look at me.”

  Brie gazed up, facing his penetrating stare.

  “Are the opinions of others more important than his?”

  She shook her head slowly.

  “Instead of worrying what others think, what you should be concerned with is the fact that he felt the need to protect you. Knowing Thane, only something extreme would evoke such a reaction from him.”

  “And you know what it is, don’t you?”

  “Although I know what’s happened with his mother, I don’t know Thane’s reaction to it. He hasn’t spoken to anyone—and that distresses me.”

  Brie suddenly felt ashamed. The whole time she’d been fuming about being shut out, not once had she considered Sir’s emotional state. Something dreadful must have happened for him to isolate himself.

  She told Master Anderson with renewed conviction, “Sir has called me home to talk. I trust we can work through it, whatever we face.”

  “You’d better, young Brie, or I will lose hope that true love exists.”

  She smiled. “It does, Mr. Anderson, and your turn is coming.”

  He picked Brie up, and she squealed when his strong arms lifted her off the floor. “What? Are you convinced that if you keep saying that, it’ll make it come true?”

  She met his gaze under the brim of his cowboy hat. “I only speak the truth, Mr. Anderson.”

  He chuckled as he put her back down, spanking her lightly on the bottom as if she were a child. “Run along, young Brie, and bring comfort to your man.”

  She scooted towards the line but looked back at him, struck by how handsome he looked. “Thank you for this week…and for the talk.”

  He tipped his hat to her. “Anytime, little heifer.”

  She giggled, finding it humorous that he’d just called her a cow—and she liked it. “Be off with you, Mr. Cowboy. Go find yourself a new heifer to play with.”

  He nodded towards two girls at a magazine rack nearby, who’d been staring at him. “Actually, I’ve just spied my next conquest.”

  Brie waved one last time as she settled into line, smiling to herself as she watched him heading towards the girls. Her smiled faded when he walked past the two and headed out the doors. She sighed with frustration but sent out a thought to him. Don’t lose hope, Master Anderson. Your day is coming.

  She got on the plane feeling more hopeful than she had before because of Master Anderson’s talk. She truly believed that condor love was an impenetrable force, but she’d forgotten that in her shock.

  Seeds of doubt sprang up again when Sir’s text message met her when she landed in LA.

  I will meet you at home.

  Brie frowned, disappointed that he would not be picking her up at the airport, but she took solace in the word ‘home’. It spoke of warmth and comfort—a safe place in the storm.

  She felt a mixture of excitement and dread as she entered their apartment. She longed to see Sir again, but did not want to face the confrontation about to happen. However, it was a dark and silent apartment that greeted her.

  Brie set her luggage down in the lonely hallway, noting that the smell of Sir lingered, which hinted at the fact that he’d been there recently. She glanced around their place and was startled to see her journal haphazardly thrown on the coffee table, along with other items from his recent trip. She walked over to her beloved journal and picked up the wrapped package. Sir had never even opened it.

  What did that mean?

  She walked into the bedroom and placed it in its normal resting place in the drawer of her nightstand. Brie turned away, feeling profoundly hurt. A sense of foreboding gnawed at her heart. Whatever Sir was hiding truly had the potential to tear them apart.

  What had Ruth done? How was the witch planning to ruin their lives now?

  She decided to do the only thing that would bring her peace. After unpacking her things, she lit a fragrant candle and turned out the lights. Then she slowly undressed and knelt at the front door, waiting for Sir.

  Brie closed her eyes and commanded herself not to dwell on the what ifs. Instead she thought back to the last time they’d been together, reliving it in her mind. The night before she’d left Japan—a precious memory.

  “Let me make love to you before we say goodbye,” Sir told her, pushing Brie gently onto the bed. “Death has a way of helping you to appreciate what you have…”

  She closed her eyes as he undressed her, desperate for the healing power of his touch.

  “Right now all that exists is you, me and this moment in time.”

  Her heart melted when he growled those words into her ear. She needed this cherished intimacy with him before she left his side, bound for Denver.

  Things had been difficult with the passing of Tono’s father—so many raw emotions exposed—but it was knowing that Tono would not be returning to America that absolutely crushed her. It was tragic that the talented Dom would be staying in Japan to care for his ungrateful mother, giving up everything he loved.

  Brie hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling of grief until Sir wrapped her in his loving embrace.

  “This is all I need,” she confessed.

  He kissed her tenderly. “I agree.”

  Brie mulled over those simple words now, as she knelt waiting for him in the dark. They held more significance now that she understood. That night he’d kept his terrible secret inside as he made love to her, finding his escape in her embrace—and she had been oblivious. Instead of concentrating on his own pain, he had focused on relieving hers.

  She remembered how time had seemed to stop when he’d begun kissing her lightly, trailing a path from her neck down to her stomach, making a leisurely detour to kiss and suckle her breasts.

  “You have gorgeous breasts, babygirl.” He kneaded and rolled them in his fingertips, sucking and flicking his tongue against her erect nipples until her pussy ached with need. Continuing lower, he licked and nibbled her stomach, causing h
er entire body to focus on that mouth and anticipate his wicked attention to her clit.

  That first, long, drawn-out lick made her shudder with desire. Sir tasting her wetness, seeming to savor it, made her feel sexually irresistible. She pressed her mound against his talented tongue, begging for more attention.

  Sir grabbed her ass cheeks and dived into her with his mouth, lapping, sucking and teasing her. It was obvious that he took as much pleasure in eating her as she did in sucking him. She tilted her head back as she grasped his head, surrendering to his skilled tongue.

  “You will come many times tonight,” he informed her. “Not because I command it, but because I plan to love your body well.”

  She moaned as the first orgasm began to build inside her.

  “Don’t resist me tonight, Brie. Let your body respond freely.”

  She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the love flowing from him. She let her climax build until it reached a glorious level before letting go, needing him to feel how intensely he pleased her.

  “That’s my good girl…” he murmured between her legs. Sir rode out her orgasm with his tongue pressed against her pulsating clit, then moved slowly down her legs, teasing her with light kisses and nibbles. He stopped at her feet, tickling them until she giggled and squirmed. Sir paused, looking at her intently, the smile on his lips about doing her in.

  “Lie still and let me have my way with you.”

  She willingly opened her legs to him again and purred, “Have your way, Thane.”

  Using his given name had a definite effect on Sir. He hesitated for a second before crawling between her legs. He stopped to gaze down at Brie before taking her.

  “I count on your love more than you know.”

  At the time, she’d thought he meant it as a sweet nothing, but now she understood he’d been speaking from a heart overwhelmed with pain.

  Brie was brought back to reality by that revelation. She swallowed back the tears, straightening her posture. As she continued to kneel on the floor waiting for him, one thought echoed through her mind.

  Sir needed me that night.