Brie's Montana Dreams (Submissive in Love, #4)

  Brie’s Montana Dreams

  Submissive in Love

  By

  Red Phoenix

  Brie’s Montana Dreams

  Copyright © 2015 by Red Phoenix

  Kindle Edition

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  Edited by Rebecca Hill

  Overall Book cover design by Viola Estrella; Phoenix symbol by Nicole Delfs

  Heartfelt hugs and kisses to:

  My hubby – my lover, friend and inspiration

  and

  My friends Becki Wyer, Marla Thalassinou, and Copperlynn

  for their help with Montana Brie

  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

  About the Series

  A Meal With Master

  Big Sky Country

  The Sanctuary

  Kinky Fun

  Mary’s Triumph

  The Initiation

  Her Challenge

  The King Returns

  Broken

  Skeletons

  About the Author Red Phoenix

  Connect with Red on Substance B

  This is the ongoing journey of Brie Bennett, a submissive in love…

  To be fully caught up with her story you need to have read:

  (In Order)

  * Brie Learns the Art of Submission

  * Brie Embraces the Heart of Submission

  * Brie’s Tokyo Tryst: Submissive in Love #1

  * Brie’s Denver Desires: Submissive in Love #2

  * Brie’s Christmas Pearls: Submissive in Love #3

  * Also recommended: The Erotic Adventures of Amy and Troy – in this novel you will meet Master Brad Anderson BEFORE he became part of the Submissive Training Center

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  A Meal With Master

  Brie stared into Sir’s eyes as they lay together. He looked so serious… She sensed that he’d made an important decision but was still grappling with it. Their little ‘holiday’ from their problems hadn’t fixed the issues they faced, but it had reconnected Brie to him on a soul level—and that was vital. They could survive anything as long as they remained connected to each other.

  “Did I mention I loved spending Christmas morning with you, Sir?”

  He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her eye. “Yes, a number of times.”

  She turned and spooned against him, snuggling closer. “Spending time with you was the best present of all…”

  Sir held her tight as they lay watching the sun slowly breach the horizon on the first day of the New Year, flooding the room with light. He gently nuzzled her ear with his lips before stating hoarsely, “I’ve decided to begin the process.”

  A dark current of fear coursed through Brie. It was disconcerting when she knew it was a good thing that Sir was ready to take action. “With your mother?”

  “Yes. I’m meeting with Thompson tomorrow. She has a mass of outstanding debts and I would like to know the full extent and nature of them.”

  Brie turned to face Sir, caressing his cheek lovingly. “This is a big step for you.”

  “I’ve given it an inordinate amount of thought. Initially I believed it best to remember her as the woman I knew as a boy. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that I cannot let her die without understanding the woman she’s become.”

  “That’s courageous, Sir,” Brie said, shuddering at the thought. “But I’m afraid you may find out things that will upset or hurt you.”

  He gently traced his thumb over her downturned lips. “I’m the kind of person who prefers to know the truth rather than have things that are unpleasant kept from me. Unlike most people, ignorance is not my bliss.”

  She smiled, loving the ticklish feel of his touch. “I’ve learned that about you the hard way.”

  He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “Yes, but at least you learned.”

  Brie couldn’t shake the ominous feeling associated with Sir and his mother. It confused her. She knew he needed to move forward—that the only way he would be able to do that was to wade through the mess his mother had made of her life.

  “I’ll be with you every step of the way, Sir.”

  “I expect no less from my condor.”

  She settled back in his arms and sighed as she stared at the sun bathing the city with its golden light. It was impossible not to feel hope. “Happy New Year, Sir…”

  She stood in Mr. Holloway’s office a month later, anxious to show him what she had filmed so far. Brie glanced down at the diamond ring on her finger and the pleasant butterflies started. She would be marrying Sir in less than five months…

  Unfortunately, that left her little time to get all the filming completed for her second documentary. Wasting time going in a direction Mr. Holloway would not support was not an option for her, which was why she’d requested the meeting.

  Brie noticed that he watched Headmaster Coen’s entire spanking scene while wearing a slight smirk on his face. Afterwards he turned to Brie, shaking his head. “This one is flirting with an XXX rating, Miss Bennett. I counted four orgasms, possibly five.”

  “While I know it’s obvious to you and me, I doubt the audience will pick up on it. I find most people are ignorant of the orgasms happening around them.”

  “It is uniquely provocative, but I want you to edit portions of it, possibly film a few extra shots to make it less obvious. I am interested in keeping the segment, but we don’t want your work confused with a pornographic film, Miss Bennett.”

  Brie felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “I’ll talk to Headmaster Coen and see what I can do.”

  Next she showed him her flogging scene with Marquis.

  Mr. Holloway studied it with great interest, giving Brie reason to believe he’d enjoyed it. However, he stunned her when he announced afterwards, “This will not be included in your film.”

  “Bu—”

  “End of discussion.”

  Brie hated the thought of telling Marquis Gray that his scene had been cut. It was a beautiful scene, and was significant to her on a personal level. The scene was every bit as provocative and artful as the spanking scene, and Brie felt the urge to defend it. Yet when she studied the producer’s face, his expression let her know there would be no budging on this point.

  “Can I have an explanation?”

  Instead of answering her, he stated, “You mentioned a meeting with the head trainer of the Dominant course at the Center. How did that go?”

  Brie saw the challenge in his eye, daring her to ask again about Marquis’ scene. She reluctantly accepted the change of subject, not wanting to lose her documentary over one scene, although it would be a disappointment to Marquis Gray, a Dom she highly respected.

  “Master Nosh was o
nly open to doing an interview with me.”

  “I leave it up to you whether you want to pursue that further. I’m interested in what he has to say, but am unsure if it will have any relevance to your film. Where are you headed next?”

  “I plan to visit Mr. Wallace and Miss Wilson at The Sanctuary in Montana. I sent a wire, since I am unable to contact them by phone, and received confirmation a few days ago that I would be welcome to join the commune for a two-week stay.”

  “Now that I am interested in. Send me the raw footage when you’re done.”

  Brie was unsure why he was so fascinated with the commune, but thought it might have something to do with Mary. He’d shown an interest in her story when Brie was filming her first documentary. At the time she’d assumed it was for purely professional reasons. Now she wasn’t so sure…

  “Certainly. I’ll send it to you first thing, Mr. Holloway. As for the rest, I plan to have all the shooting done and the basic editing complete before June.”

  “Before the wedding, then? A wise choice, Miss Bennett. I have no patience for people’s personal lives interfering with business.”

  “It won’t, Mr. Holloway. Sir Davis and I are agreed that the filming comes first.”

  “Fine, then you may see yourself out.”

  She stood up and nodded respectfully to him before walking towards the door.

  “Don’t forget, Miss Bennett, I want that footage as soon as possible.”

  Brie smiled to herself. He really must have a thing for Mary. Too bad the girl was already taken…

  Since Sir’s meeting with his lawyer was in the same area, they met for lunch afterwards. She felt that familiar flush as she spied him at a corner table. He looked so confident and handsome sitting there alone. It was humbling to know that Sir was waiting for her, and the smile on his face when he spotted her across the room absolutely melted her heart.

  “Please sit,” he said, guiding her to the chair beside him. “I’ve already ordered an appetizer.”

  While Brie munched on the fresh fruit and cheeses he’d ordered, she explained how she’d fared in her meeting with Mr. Holloway. Underneath the table, Sir hiked up her skirt so he could stroke her smooth thigh.

  “It sounds as if he’s interested in your latest endeavor.”

  Brie smiled, unwilling to share her suspicions concerning Mr. Holloway’s true motivations. Sir hated gossips. Unless she had undisputable evidence, it was best to say nothing. “Yes, he continues to be interested in the documentary, but I’m really disappointed I’m losing the flogging scene.”

  “That is a shame, Brie,” he said, slipping his hand between her legs. “I had hoped your father would see it and come to understand his daughter better.” She opened her legs to him, allowing her Master greater access.

  “Me too, Sir. It was a powerful scene on many levels.”

  Brie stopped eating, distracted by the electricity caused by his sensual touch.

  “Have another slice of apple,” Sir commanded gently as he swirled his finger over her clit.

  She suppressed the squeak that burst forth as she took a slice and nibbled it. Sir was so wickedly bad.

  The waiter came up and smiled at Brie. “Miss, have you decided on a plate?”

  She looked at Sir, the heat rising to her cheeks as he increased the delightful pressure on her sensitive clit. “I…umm…”

  “We’ll share a plate of your cock stuffed with brie.”

  “Do you mean our stuffed chicken breast, sir?”

  “Exactly,” Sir replied with a smirk.

  “A fine choice,” the waiter complimented, turning to Brie and giving her a wink before leaving.

  “He seems to be smitten with you, my dear,” Sir growled hoarsely, slowly sinking his finger into her. Brie held her breath and remained still, every fiber of her being concentrated on the pressure of his finger. “Eat,” he reminded her.

  She lifted the slice of apple to her lips, her gaze locked on to Sir’s. In a crowded restaurant, in the middle of the day, he was having his way with her. It was insanely sexy.

  When the waiter returned with their dish, Sir pulled his finger from her and sucked it in front of the man. “I do enjoy the taste of Brie in the afternoon.”

  “Certainly, sir.” The waiter placed the dish in front of them, adding, “The creamy texture of a good brie enhances the culinary experience.”

  Brie giggled, looking at Sir as she quipped, “So I’ve been told.”

  “If you require anything else, miss, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  She felt her Master’s hand return between her legs and let out a satisfied sigh. “Thank you, but I have everything I need.”

  “Very well,” the waiter answered, obviously discouraged by her dismissive tone.

  After he left, Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I do believe you just broke his young heart.”

  The heat in Brie’s cheeks increased as Sir resumed his forbidden caress. “Cut off a piece of that breast and feed it to me, téa.”

  She picked up the fork and knife with trembling hands, and attempted to slice through the bird while her pussy caught fire with need. She bit her lip in concentration as she brought the piece of succulent meat oozing with brie to his lips.

  “Look into my eyes,” he said before taking the bite.

  Brie gazed into them, a chill settling on her as her body primed for release.

  He nodded slightly, giving her permission… With a tiny squeak, she gave in to the fire. Her whole body shook as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

  Sir swallowed his bite and smiled. “Good girl…”

  He sucked his finger again, relishing her taste before taking the fork and knife from her. “Let me cut you a piece now.”

  Their meal was sensual and private, even though they were in the midst of a crowd. Sir had that unique and beautiful effect on her. She was sad when the check was paid and they were forced to go their separate ways.

  “I want you to set up your travel arrangements for the Montana trip when you get home. Unfortunately, I will not be able to join you this time.”

  “Traveling is much more pleasant when you’re with me,” Brie said, silently pleading he would change his mind.

  “However, it’s not a reality for us. As a film director, you will often find yourself traveling alone. The secret lies in how we structure our time apart.”

  Brie sighed with resignation.

  “You must keep a tight schedule if we are to wed this June,” he reminded her, taking Brie’s hand and kissing the ring on her finger.

  “Well, when you put it that way, Sir… I guess I’ll be making those arrangements as soon as I get home.”

  “That’s better. We’ll discuss the logistics of our separation tonight.”

  Brie fought off the sense of sadness that washed over her as she walked to her car once they’d parted ways. Any time apart was hard on her, but she was determined to succeed with this second film. The world would be a better place because of her sacrifice and dedication; she had to trust and believe that.

  Big Sky Country

  Although she faithfully wrote to Tono Nosaka every week, it was rare for him to respond. She impatiently opened his letter, anxious to learn how Tono was faring in Japan.

  Dear Brie,

  It pleases me to hear your meeting with Mr. Holloway went well and that you’ve been given the green light to continue filming. Naturally, if we should meet again, I would be honored to film a session of Kinbaku for you, although the opportunity seems highly unlikely at this point.

  Despite my best efforts, my mother has become more discontented with time. To preserve my sanity, I took your recommendation to continue working on my modern take on Kinbaku. Chikako and I have made steady progress. It’s brought me much-needed peace and I thank you for being forthright in your suggestion.

  Against my mother’s wishes, I have passed on my father’s studio to a well-respected bakushi, a man worthy of continuing my father’
s legacy. I have neither the time nor the interest to run it. If I am completely honest, I did not want the responsibility, knowing it would cement my fate here in Japan. Although I fully accept my duty, I still hope to return to America. It is a purely selfish desire, but to deny it would be foolish.

  I have not said anything until now, but I find it touching that you wear my orchid whenever you film. As you know, I admire your talent and am proud to be a part of the process—even if only in spirit. Please continue to send your letters. They are something I have come to look forward to each week.

  Enjoy your time at the commune. I’m certain it will be a fascinating experience. I trust Mr. Wallace will behave himself while you are there. I would be remiss if I did not admit my concern. However, I know your Master is invested in your wellbeing and would not put you in harm’s way.

  In all things, toriko, I wish you continued growth and peace. Give my best to Sir Davis.

  Respectfully,

  Ren Nosaka

  Brie sighed as she placed Tono’s letter inside the silk satchel, along with the others he’d sent. She saw a vision of his warm, chocolate-brown eyes and smiled.

  “I’m praying you return home, Tono.”

  To her delight, Sir had insisted on taking her to the airport despite the earliness of her flight. He reached out as he drove, tenderly caressing her cheek. “Don’t fret. It is only a temporary separation.”

  “I know, Sir, but I dislike leaving you, especially now, because of what’s happened to your mother.”

  “Although I appreciate your concern, I’ll be fine.”

  “But if you need me to return for any reason, do you promise to contact me?” she pleaded. “It’s going to be hard enough not talking to you while I’m at the commune, but I won’t be able to focus on this assignment unless I am certain you will let me know if things get worse.”

  “If her condition changes, I will send for you,” he assured her.

  “Not having daily contact with you is going to kill me, Sir.”

  “However, we must abide by the rules of the commune,” he told her. “It’s not as if we haven’t been down this road before, when you were under Nosaka’s care, and we have our protocols set. It will not be as difficult as you think.”