Brie's Tokyo Tryst (Submissive in Love, #1)

  Brie’s Tokyo Tryst

  Submissive in Love

  By

  Red Phoenix

  Brie’s Tokyo Tryst

  Copyright © 2014 by Red Phoenix

  Smashwords Edition

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  Edited by Rebecca Hill

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

  Big thanks to my Googlettes!

  *And*

  Heartfelt hugs to

  My hubby, Amy, Christina, Brandi, Jacque, Marla and 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

  The Dream

  His Reality

  Unresolved Demons

  Tono’s Secret

  Paying her Debt

  A New Kind of Kinbaku

  The Kiss

  A Touching Farewell

  Denver-Bound

  About the Author Red Phoenix

  Connect with Red on Substance B

  The Dream

  Tono was laughing as he bound her in rope, joyous laughter that made Brie smile. He ran his hands over her skin, checking his knots before lifting her in the air. Her stomach did a little flip, the way it always did when he hoisted her upwards. She threw back her head, purring in sweet pleasure—there was nothing like flying with Tono.

  “Breathe with me, toriko.”

  She turned towards his voice but, as she matched her breath with his, she saw a change in him. The joy in his eyes was replaced with profound pain and sorrow.

  “Tono…”

  The air around them became dark and empty. She found it difficult to breathe and struggled in her bonds. Without speaking, he lowered her to the floor and began untying her. Once she was free, he took the jute and cast it away. Tono glanced at her once, then turned, walking into the darkness without another word.

  “Tono, come back!”

  He ignored her, disappearing into the smothering darkness, leaving Brie choking and gasping for air.

  She woke up with a start and found herself still struggling to breathe.

  “What’s wrong, Brie?”

  She couldn’t shake the feeling of desperation. “Something’s wrong with Tono Nosaka, Sir.”

  At his urging, she called Tono’s cell phone in the morning and was surprised to hear a recording stating that it was out of service. Her anxiety only increased.

  “I’m sure everything is fine, Brie. I suggest you find out where his next stop is on the tour and leave a letter for him at the hotel he’s scheduled to stay at.”

  Brie got the needed address and penned a quick note.

  Dear Tono,

  I’ve been wondering how you’re doing. Is the tour a success and everything you envisioned it to be?

  I sincerely hope things are well. I had an upsetting dream about you and just needed to check in.

  Sending you thoughts of happiness and peace.

  Sincerely,

  ~Brie

  She folded the letter, slid it into an envelope and lovingly placed a stamp on it before handing it to Sir. “Would you like to read it before I lick the seal?”

  “No, that is unnecessary. Although I will be interested in his reply.”

  She placed her letter on the pile of bills that were going out that day and gave it one last caress before returning to her desk. She missed the Asian Dom more than she would ever have imagined. It was one thing to know he was on the other side of town and there was a chance of running into him on occasion at The Haven or the Training Center. Knowing he was on the other side of the world was hard, but even more difficult was not knowing how he was faring.

  In her heart, despite Sir’s assurances, Brie felt he was suffering and it deeply troubled her.

  Breathe with me, toriko…

  Unfortunately, Brie and Sir’s two-week trip to Italy had been drastically cut short when issues stemming from legal disputes with some of his older clients had sent them back home. Sir was still dealing with the negative fallout to his business caused by Brie’s controversial documentary. When Sir had left his grandmother’s side that second visit, she’d cried hysterically, convinced he’d never return. Brie felt miserable.

  It didn’t seem fair that Sir or his family should suffer for her career now that it had taken off. However, she was thrilled that her film had been nominated for several prestigious awards, and she’d already been on several talk shows discussing it, as well as her personal experiences at the Training Center. It seemed there was a real interest building in kink and the D/s lifestyle.

  While the spotlight was on her, Brie had tried to use her newfound fame to secure support for her upcoming documentary about Sir’s father, Alonzo Davis. Although there was public interest in Sir as a Dominant, producers in the film industry did not feel it would extend to his deceased father, even though the man had been a renowned musical talent. Brie strongly disagreed and remained steadfast in her vision for the project, despite the lack of interest.

  However, returning to the States and having Sir busy concluding the last of the litigation left Brie sitting at home alone, twiddling her thumbs. To pass the time, she researched Alonzo Davis through old newspaper clippings, TV interviews and musical recordings—not the stuff award-winning documentaries were made of.

  Sadly, all that extra time also gave her the chance to worry about Tono. After weeks of silence, she’d tried to hunt him down but had been shocked to find that all his Kinbaku engagements had been postponed indefinitely. His last known location was the hotel she’d sent the letter to, but after he’d completed his final performance there, he’d disappeared. No one knew where he’d gone after that.

  Brie was beside herself, but Sir reassured her, “When Nosaka wants to be found, he will contact you. Until then, you must respect his need for privacy.”

  It was nearly impossible not to obsess over Tono’s silence, but thankfully Mr. Holloway provided a welcome distraction when he asked for a meeting. “Miss Bennett, it appears your film has struck a chord with the American public. We’ve received numerous letters and emails from fans of the documentary who are dying to know what’s become of Mary since the collaring ceremony, and whether Tono and Faelan have secured permanent subs.”

  Brie chuckled.

  “Viewers are also demanding more footage of Marquis and a session with Ms. Clark. It seems they’re curious about her and want to see the Domme in action.”

  “She is a commanding presence,” Brie agreed.

  “Is that a yes, then? You’ll do a sequel?”

  Brie hesitated. Although her documentary had thrown her into the spotlight, it had also succeeded in labeling her as a director of kink. It seemed that Hollywood proper did not take her seriously, and the only interest in her had been for soft porn gigs, which was so not the direction she wanted to go in. Would doing a sequel only help cement that perception?

  “Let me get back to you on that.”

  Brie remained unsure about the sequel until she received a heartfelt email from a fan:


  Dear Brianna Bennett,

  I can’t tell you how much you’ve inspired me. I’ve been curious about the D/s lifestyle for years, but had no idea what it was really like or even how to find out. I felt as if I were with you as you discovered your strengths and limitations at the Submissive Training Center.

  To be honest, watching your film made me long to experience the lifestyle myself. The men I’ve been attracted to all my life were bossy but showed none of the respect like the men in your documentary. I realize now I want more than a dominant male; I want a man who prides himself on being a Dominant. I want to share that journey of discovery with someone worthy and “gift” my loyalty and submission to him.

  I would never have had that life-changing revelation if it hadn’t been for your film. Thank you, Miss Bennett, a hundred times over.

  Bless you for your courage in sharing your personal journey, as well as facing those who would attack you and your Master for it. I hope someday D/s couples will be as socially acceptable as vanilla couples. Trust me, your film has helped to move public opinion in the right direction.

  I will try to be as brave as you as I embark on my own journey.

  Thank you again,

  Lucy

  Lucy’s email was not the first Brie had received—she’d gotten numerous messages and letters from people who’d enjoyed the film—but Lucy’s open and honest email struck a chord in Brie. Despite the public discussions on the subject, there was still so much misinformation and prejudice concerning the BDSM community. Lucy’s hope for the future set a fire under Brie, kindling her interest in the new project.

  Now that she’d graduated from the Submissive Training Center, however, the challenge would be to structure the storyline. The second film would prove far more difficult than the first, especially with many of the major players having moved out of the LA area. After careful consideration and much soul-searching, she submitted a proposal to Mr. Holloway with Sir’s blessing. She anxiously awaited his approval; if Holloway liked the direction Brie wanted to take, she would have an exciting year ahead involving lots of travel.

  Brie scoured the mail daily, hoping to see a contract from the producer. When that day finally arrived, she squealed with delight. “I have a good feeling about this, Sir!” she said, ripping open the manila envelope. She started jumping in place as she read the contents.

  “I take it he accepted your proposal,” Sir replied with amusement, getting up from his desk and walking over to her.

  Brie grinned proudly as she presented the acceptance letter. “He did, Sir! In fact, he loves the idea.”

  “Well done, Brie. You’re well on your way.” He kissed her on the forehead. The skin where his lips had touched tingled in gratitude.

  She looked up at Sir, basking in his praise. “Thank you.”

  He smiled, but his expression changed as he picked up another letter from the pile. “What’s this?”

  As important as the contract was to her, Sir was holding something of far more significance—her first contact from Tono. She knew it was from him because of the simple orchid sketched on the back of the envelope. It seemed that everything Tono touched was artistic and beautiful.

  Instead of tearing it open, she carefully released the seal so she wouldn’t ruin the painted flower. Brie pulled out the special rice paper and quickly unfolded it.

  Dear Brie,

  I was heartened to receive your letter. Your dream did not mislead you. I canceled my tour because my father is dying. I’ve kept quiet about it as I do not want the public to know until he has passed. We are a private family and this is a private battle.

  It has not been easy, as Otosama is in great pain.

  Jute is my peace—my escape—but even that has been taken from me. Your letter, however, brought a smile. Thank you for it.

  Give your Master my best.

  Respectfully yours,

  Ren Nosaka

  Tears pricked Brie’s eyes after reading his brief letter; the pain radiating from the printed words seemed to permeate the air around her.

  “From Nosaka?”

  She nodded, handing the letter to Sir. He looked it over, then slowly folded it before giving it back. “Your thoughts?”

  “My heart breaks for him, Sir.”

  “Do you feel a visit is in order?”

  Brie’s heart leapt at the suggestion. “Really, Sir? Can we?”

  “I’m almost finished here. Although I’d prefer to see it to the end, I’ll talk with my lawyer, Mr. Thompson, to see if he can handle the final details.”

  Sir beckoned her to sit with him as he moved to the couch. Brie glided over to him in only her collar, the skin of her naked young body tingling in anticipation of his masculine touch. She gladly curled up at his feet. With hands that soothed her soul, he began stroking her hair. “Nosaka has been there for us when we needed him. It’s time we returned the favor.”

  She looked up at him, proud beyond words to be his submissive. “You are an honorable man, Sir. The best!”

  He chuckled softly. “Maybe not quite as honorable as you presume. I plan to make a few calls and see if I can turn this into a business opportunity while we’re there.”

  “You are as wise as you are honorable, Sir.”

  He raised his eyebrow before swiftly picking her up and placing her over his knee. He took hold of her wrists with one hand, holding them tight, and rubbed her naked ass.

  “When will you learn, wayward sub?”

  Brie yelped in pain when his hand made contact, but loved the warm feeling that dissipated from the area and radiated throughout her loins. She struggled in his arms as he took several more hard swats, the sounds of which echoed through the apartment.

  He rubbed her ass tenderly, before slipping his fingers between her legs. “Wet with only a couple of swats?” His fingers leisurely stroked her pussy, building her arousal. She stopped struggling, becoming still as she concentrated on the delicious feel of his sensual touch.

  “I love my Master’s hand,” she purred.

  “Do you, now?” He swatted her four more times, making her squeak in pleasurable pain.

  “Very much, Sir.”

  His fingers returned to her womanhood, slipping into her wet recesses. He knew the exact location of her G-spot and caressed it skillfully, causing her body to tense with an impending orgasm. “I wonder if I should reward your insolence with an orgasm.”

  She bit her lip, then replied playfully, “If it pleases you, Sir.”

  He chuckled softly. “It pleases me…”

  Brie closed her eyes and let the orgasm roll over her. The rhythmic tightening of her pussy announced her climax, and he grunted with satisfaction. “I do love making you come, babygirl.” He slapped her on the ass one more time, then commanded, “Present yourself to me.” She immediately got down on all fours and opened herself to him, longing to be filled by her Master’s shaft.

  She trembled as he undressed and slowly knelt down behind her. He slid his manhood against her wet sex and caressed the folds of her pussy with the head of his cock, teasing her opening.

  Brie pushed against his rigidity, wanting to be filled.

  “No topping from the bottom, téa.”

  She whimpered in disappointment when he pulled away. It was hard not to be greedy for his shaft.

  “Be still,” he scolded lightly.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Brie remained unmoving when his cock returned. Although she held her body in check, her lips expressed her pleasure in a purring moan. It still surprised her how much connecting with Sir in this way expanded her, making her joyously complete.

  When he finally slipped his cock inside, Brie cried out in deep satisfaction. He slapped her ass. “You’re a naughty girl, téa.” He wrapped his hand in Brie’s hair and pulled her head back. “So I will fuck you like a slut.”

  “Thank you, Master…” she moaned.

  He grabbed her waist with his other hand, using it as leverage as he b
egan to pound her hard, challenging her with his depth. Her body started humming with sexual electricity in response to his unrelenting assault. When Sir used her like this, she felt totally…completely…female. Her body became an instrument of gratification, his guttural growls of satisfaction her ultimate reward.

  His fucking was selfish, rough and hard—everything she wanted at that moment. “More, Master, more!”

  Sir increased the tempo, making her cry out as her body began to ready itself for an orgasm.

  “Do not come, téa,” he commanded, when her pussy began to quiver with needed release.

  Sir wanted Brie to concentrate solely on his climax. To add to his sensual pleasure, she began to squeeze her inner muscles, caressing his shaft as he pounded her.

  “Fuck…” he groaned. Sir let go of her hair and grabbed her ass with both hands, having been taken to the edge. “Feel your Master’s satisfaction.”

  Brie closed her eyes and focused on his shaft pulsing with each release of his come. She threw her head back and joined his vocalizations, the two of them united in their passion.

  His Reality

  Sir wasted no time arranging the trip to Japan after the arrival of Tono’s letter. He’d admitted his concern to Brie. “His father’s death will impact Ren in ways he does not foresee yet.”

  Brie loved that Sir genuinely cared about Tono’s wellbeing. The two Doms had always respected each other, but it seemed that because of their close connection with Brie, they were becoming real friends.

  The plane ride to Japan was uneventful. Sir spent the time calling potential clients to set up his agenda for the week-long trip, while she silently worried about Tono.

  Sir explained between phone calls, “These meetings will give you an opportunity to spend time alone with Nosaka. I do not think he’ll be open with you if I’m present.”

  Brie wasn’t entirely convinced Tono would be open with her anyway. He’d disclosed so little in his letter, and it distressed her. She had to trust that the spiritual connection they shared was powerful enough that her presence alone would prove comforting if he chose to keep distant.