Brie’s Denver Desires (Submissive in Love, #2) Page 4

  He chuckled. “I enjoy being in the trainer role. It’s much less formal than the Submissive Training Center, but I appreciate Master Anderson’s vision.”

  “He’s no Master Coen.”

  “No, he’s not. However, they both have their place.”

  Brie smiled at him warmly. “Agreed.”

  “Whether it’s fair or not, I will always compare Headmasters I work under to Sir Davis.”

  “He was amazing in that role, wasn’t he?” Brie agreed, squelching the guilt that threatened to rise.

  “I was saddened to hear about his troubles.”

  Brie felt a chill run through her and she put down her glass after taking a drink. “What do you mean?”

  He stared at her for several moments before replying, “I’m talking about his mother, kitten.”

  She breathed an inward sigh of relief. “I’m telling you, that woman is nuts! However, I think Sir handled the situation exceptionally well, don’t you?”

  His hazel eyes penetrated her and she squirmed under his gaze. Had she said too much? Brie picked up her beer and sipped it nervously.

  Thankfully, Master Anderson walked through the doors and over to their table. “Are you ready? It appears I’m to be your entertainment for the evening, young Brie.”

  Blast from the Past

  Brie thanked him as she jumped into his massive truck. “Don’t feel you need to take me out, Master Anderson.”

  “Oh no, it’s the least I can do. After all, I was the one who wanted to keep your arrival under wraps, so I’m partially to blame that you have no friend tonight.” He started up the vehicle then turned to her. “I’ll show you some of my old haunts so you can get a native’s feel for Denver.”

  Brie forced a smile. Although she was appreciative of his offer to entertain her, she would much rather have hung with Lea. However, she realized it was a rare chance to get to know the Dom on a more personal level, and readjusted her attitude. Even though Sir was good friends with him, she knew practically nothing about Master Anderson other than the fact that he was a jokester, as well as a skilled expert with the bullwhip and an excellent cook.

  He drove her into Denver so she could admire, in passing, the tall buildings of downtown and the charm of the horse-drawn carriages on the 16th street mall, before taking her to an older neighborhood lined with tall trees.

  He parked in front of a magnificent Victorian home. Brie loved the inviting porch, the detailed trim, the lancet windows and the castle feel of its charming turret.

  Master stared at it with a small grin playing on his lips. “I miss that house.”

  “So that’s where you used to live, huh?”

  “Yes. I purchased it when it was in severe disrepair. I was young and had the energy and time to give it the care it deserved. After I’d finished restoring the extensive scrollwork and trim, I played with the inside. Still keeping to the Gothic style, I added a special room at the back for my…unique brand of entertainment.” His eyes twinkled when he pointed to the left side of the residence. “Inside there is a secret door. How I loved the surprised looked of subs when I opened the door to what my friends affectionately called ‘The Room’.”

  “Oh, I wish I could see it, Master Anderson. I can’t help but wonder what the new owners think of your play room.”

  “They were simply told it was a private room I used as an office.” He chuckled to himself. “I wonder if they can still hear the squeals of delight that regularly echoed in that room.” Master Anderson’s eyes drifted to the yard and he shared, “After the interior was complete, I started on the neglected garden.”

  Brie looked beyond the dark iron gate. He’d filled the front yard with bushes, each with its own unique pigment which made the garden colorful but definitely kept a masculine feel to it.

  “Wow, the garden is actually as impressive as the house.”

  “Thank you. I’m quite proud of my work.”

  “Do you regret giving this place up?”

  He looked at her thoughtfully. “My new home has the space this one lacked. Although they appear to be polar opposites, both homes have a style that speaks to me.”

  “You are a complicated man, Master Anderson. A cowboy as a child, a carpenter as a young man and now Headmaster of a BDSM training academy.”

  “You are missing an important part of the journey.” He started up the truck and drove her back to visit the downtown area. He helped her out of his vehicle, then walked Brie through a thriving college campus. “Once the house was complete, I had time on my hands and an ambition to be my own boss, so I took classes at night to get my business degree.”

  She looked at him in amazement. “How did you find the time?”

  He raised his eyebrow. “I was not tied down to a partner and only played with subs on an occasional basis. It left me with an abundance of time, and I am not a man to waste it.” He pointed towards a large glass-and-brick building with the Rockies as its backdrop.

  “I took classes at night here. While it took longer to get my business degree, it has all led me to where I am now. I was able to redesign the warehouse into the Academy, and I have the business background necessary to ensure it succeeds. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Thane let me see the inner workings of the Training Center.”

  Brie felt a pang of remorse. Why did the mention of Sir’s prior status as Headmaster always hurt her heart?

  Master Anderson walked her between the campus buildings, down a pleasant path of new trees and budding flowers. He shared memories of the professors he’d learned under and classes he’d taken. Although much of what he shared made no sense to her, Brie enjoyed hearing the tone of his voice change as he explained how he wanted his school to adapt to the market. “We’re going to react to the needs of the local community. I invite change, as long we never lose sight of our purpose.”

  He led her to a small Italian restaurant, opening the bright red door with a gentlemanly flourish. “A favorite place of mine back in the day…”

  She smiled up at him and was surprised to see his face lose all color as a cute little redhead with a large baby bump made her way out the door.

  “Pardon me,” the young woman said with a smile, then she stopped short and said in astonishment, “Brad?”

  Master Anderson stiffened upon hearing his name. He froze temporarily, taking time before he replied, “Amy, I never expected to run into you here.”

  The redhead blushed. “Well, I love the food here and seem to crave it more these days.” She rubbed her belly lovingly. “Thank you for introducing me to this place, Brad. I visit a least once a week now.”

  He looked at her warily, as if she were a poison to him. Brie’s heart went out to Master Anderson as the awkward silence stretched, so she stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Brie.”

  The girl glanced briefly at Brie’s collar before taking her hand. “Hi, Brie. I’m Amy. I was good friends with Brad when we were going to night class together.”

  Master Anderson seemed to snap out of his stupor and spoke. “Yes, Amy and I spent many stimulating nights at my house. How have you been?” He looked at her stomach. “I see you have a bun in the oven.”

  Amy laughed sweetly. “Yes, we do. A little girl, if the ultrasound proves to be right. I sure hope so, because the nursery is all pink and my mother already bought lacy outfits for her.”

  Brie saw the flash of pain flit across Master Anderson’s face before he hid it with a casual smile. “I take it you’re still with Troy.”

  Amy looked at him sadly, letting Brie know there was so much between them that wasn’t being said.

  “Yes.” There was another long, uncomfortable pause. Amy played nervously with the ring on her finger. “Troy and I got married last year.”

  “I see.”

  Brie slipped her hand into Master Anderson’s and squeezed, offering him moral support. “It looks as if you two didn’t waste any time.”

  Amy shrugged. “Who’d have guessed we’d be so compatible?�
�� She caressed her stomach affectionately.

  Master Anderson tightened his hold on Brie’s hand, almost hurting her with his grip. “Congratulations, Amy. Be sure to give your husband my best. I hope you’ll excuse us, as Brie and I have a schedule to keep.”

  Amy’s eyes went to Brie’s collar again. “I’m sure the two of you have a wonderful evening planned.” She gave Master Anderson a clumsy hug, her large stomach getting in the way. “It was wonderful to see you again, Brad. You look great, and it’s such a joy to meet your girlfriend.”

  Master Anderson didn’t correct the redhead’s mistake, so Brie made a bold move, saying as she kissed him on the cheek. “Mr. Anderson is in high demand these days. I’m a very lucky girl.”

  “Yes…I’m sure,” Amy said, turning a bright shade of red. She added as she hurried off, “Have a great evening, you two.” Brie saw her look back briefly before she disappeared around the corner.

  Master Anderson watched her go with a look of regret on his face. “I don’t feel hungry. Do you mind if we head back to my place?”

  “Not at all, Master Anderson.”

  The drive back was unbearably silent. Brie had never seen the Dom unraveled before. Her heart ached for him but it was not her place to ask about the girl, so she stared out the window, admiring the snowy peaks in the distance.

  Sir texted her as they waited in traffic.

  How’s my sexy submissive?

  Brie smiled when she saw his message and told Master Anderson, “It’s Sir. Do you mind if I text him back?”

  “Please, I’m sure he misses you.”

  The sadness in his voice was not lost on her. “Thank you, Master Anderson.”

  She quickly typed,

  I’m good, Sir. How are you?

  Doing well. In a couple of days I will be better.

  Why?

  You’ll be in my arms.

  Brie squeaked, which caught Master Anderson’s attention, so she explained, “Sir’s coming here in a few days.”

  “That’s good to hear. Tell him hello from me.”

  Brie dutifully typed,

  Master Anderson says hi.

  I assumed you would be with Lea tonight, Brie.

  She’s busy, so Master Anderson took me on a tour of Denver.

  It sounds like he’s taking good care of my sub.

  Sir, do you know who Amy is?

  He took his time before texting back.

  Why?

  He met her today and seems extremely low now.

  I have an assignment for you.

  Yes, Sir.

  When you get off the phone, pull your skirt up and play with yourself.

  It was Brie’s turn to hesitate.

  He continued to type.

  Make yourself orgasm. Be vocal about it.

  Sir?

  Trust me. Hang up now and do as I say.

  Brie put the phone away and sighed, building up her courage. She hiked her skirt up, not daring to look in Master Anderson’s direction.

  With tentative fingers she started to caress her pussy through her panties. It didn’t take long for her body to react to the pleasurable sensation. She moaned a little, shifting to get a better angle. She could feel Master Anderson’s eyes on her.

  Brie slipped her hand under the wet material and swirled her finger over her clit. With a teasing motion she rubbed the sensitive area more rapidly and purred. Here they were in the middle of rush-hour traffic and she was playing with herself. Luckily she was safe from a majority of prying eyes because of the height of his truck.

  Master Anderson said nothing as he watched the road—and her.

  Brie closed her eyes, arching her back, forcing her fingers inside as she imagined the head of Sir’s cock penetrating her. He fucked her slowly, wanting her to feel and appreciate the full length of his shaft. Then she pulled her fingers out and rapidly rubbed her hungry clit.

  The combination of penetration and clit play always brought on a delicious orgasm. She adjusted herself, putting a leg up on the dash for freer access. She needed deeper penetration, so she thrust her fingers more aggressively. The lace panties made it difficult, but also added an element of naughtiness. Master Anderson couldn’t see what she was doing but he could certainly imagine it.

  There finally came a point when the increasing fire between her legs transformed into pulses, letting her know an orgasm was near. She pressed her fingers hard against her clit and began to rub at a furious pace.

  Her cries of passion filled the cabin of the truck as she gave in to the intensity of her self-made orgasm. “Oh, oh, ooohhh…” she moaned as it crashed over her. She felt her pussy contract in waves of pleasure. Afterwards she pressed her hand over her sex, enjoying those last little delicious pulses.

  Without looking in Master Anderson’s direction, she righted herself, pulling her skirt down and folding her hands in her lap.

  “Your Master told you to do that?”

  She looked at him shyly. “Yes, Master Anderson.”

  Brie was glad to see him smile for the first time since the unexpected meeting with the redhead. “Leave it to Thane to know just what I needed. Well done, young Brie.”

  She smiled back. “I’m glad you approve, Master Anderson.”

  He raised his eyebrow. “Naturally. You know I love watching a women pleasure herself.”

  Brie blushed, thrilled that her little performance had pleased him.

  He drove them to a secluded spot in the foothills that overlooked the metro area. He stopped and turned off the vehicle, staring at the sprawling city below. Without being asked, he shared, “I met Amy in a communications class. I knew the moment I laid eyes on her that I was meant to tame her.”

  “Tame her?” Brie asked, not familiar with the term.

  He answered with a smirk. “Back then I loved the challenge of taking a strong woman unused to kink and showing her the excitement of submission. I affectionately refer to them as ‘wild ones’, those women who don’t realize their true nature—yet.”

  “So you liked taming totally vanilla girls?”

  “Yes. However, Amy was different. That redheaded vixen intrigued me more than my previous conquests, and she proved far more resistant. Took me longer to tame her than any I’d had before, but when she finally submitted—truly submitted—I was lost.”

  “Lost how?” Brie asked, deeply honored that he was being so open with her.

  “Amy broke my heart,” he stated with a sad half-smile. “Although I’d always enjoyed conquering wild ones, she was the first and only one to conquer me. I didn’t realize how deeply I’d fallen until that ass came into the picture.”

  “Who?”

  “Troy Dawson.” Master Anderson spat the name disdainfully.

  “Is that her husband?”

  Master Anderson growled. “That selfish bastard doesn’t deserve her. He was always making her cry, leaving her to chase his dreams then coming back expecting her to be waiting there for him with open arms. He didn’t love her like I did. Damn it, I would have done anything for Amy. In fact…” His voice trailed off and he just stared at the horizon, lost in painful memories.

  Brie said nothing, instinctively putting her hand on his shoulder in empathy.

  “I lost a part of myself the day she walked away from me. No explanation—she just walked into his arms and we were no more. But as hurt as I was, I never stopped loving her, and willingly played the fool again when I saw an opportunity to win her back.”

  Brie couldn’t imagine Master Anderson ever playing the fool. “I don’t believe it.”

  He shook his head sadly. “I hate to admit it, but I ran to Amy’s side when I heard she was seriously hurt. It was no surprise to me that Troy was nowhere to be seen.”

  Master Anderson paused, adding with regret, “I did things I wasn’t proud of. Have you ever loved someone so desperately that you compromised yourself to keep them?” He looked critically at her then answered his own question. “No, you have not. That isn’t y
our nature.”

  “What did you do, Master Anderson?” Brie asked, intrigued that the Dom had found himself in such a position. “I can’t imagine you ever compromising yourself.”

  “No one is immune to life lessons, young Brie. Looking back on it now, I understand what a fool I was, but back then I justified my actions. She was mine—she’d freely given her submission to me. I also knew she needed to stay far away from that miserable excuse of a man. When fate saw fit to erase her memories, I took it as a sign. It was my second chance and I wasn’t going to allow anything or anyone to fuck it up.”

  “What happened?” Brie prodded, even more curious than before.

  “I chose not to mention that she’d ever known Troy Dawson. Why would I? I wanted to protect her from that ass.”

  “So you did it out of love for her?”

  “Yes. If Amy hadn’t returned my feelings, I never would have been so persistent, nor would I have asked her to marry me. I tell you, young Brie—the day she accepted my proposal, I’d never felt so happy, didn’t know it was possible to feel that level of joy.”

  He snarled. “Naturally, that’s when he showed up. He always returned just when she was getting her life back together. I tried to warn her that he was no good, but her heart was set.”

  Master Anderson stared out at the city, sighing. “When she turned me down that second time, I was done.” He said in a low, angry growl, “But to see her now. To see her heavy with child, with his child… It should have been mine.”

  Tears came to Brie’s eyes as she realized how deeply hurt he was. Although Master Anderson was a strong, confident Dom, he was still very human. They sat in the truck, quietly watching two black starlings swooping and twisting in the orange sky as the sun set.

  His next words were heartbreaking, and something she would never forget. “What I had failed to appreciate was that I had won her submission and love, but I never had her heart.”

  Brie wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders. “I’m sorry your heart was broken by your first love.”

  He stated with conviction, “I will never be that weak again.”

  Brie replied with equal conviction, “Master Anderson, I believe true love makes you strong, not weak.”