She heard the sound of a condom being removed and was soon rewarded with the head of his naked shaft against her aching pussy. He pressed his thumb into her sore ass, asserting his authority over her body.
Changing tactics, he took her pussy slowly, making her feel every inch of him as he buried his rigid shaft in her. “I will ruin you for other men.”
With that pronouncement, he began stroking her pussy with long, slow thrusts as he pressed his thumb deeper. She moaned loudly, wanting him to hear the depth of her desire. The initial pulsing of an impending orgasm began deep within her core, growing in power as he coaxed it along with his skillful manipulation.
She whimpered again, afraid the intensity of it might prove too much, but she was helpless to prevent what was coming. Her Khan was in control…
“Feel the heat of my pleasure, girl,” he roared, his thrusts coming hard and fast as he released his seed deep within her. It started a chain reaction as her nipples contracted into hard buds while her pussy clenched his pulsing shaft, milking it with her own orgasmic release.
Brie screamed as she lost herself to the power of it, almost losing touch with reality as she came with violent force. She couldn’t stop shaking afterwards, her body still reverberating from the fierceness of the release. “Oh my God…oh my God…” she whispered repeatedly, overwhelmed by the experience.
Sir began untying her, rubbing his hands over the marks on her skin caused by the tight rope. She smiled lazily when she was finally freed from the last of the rope, her hair damp from tears and well-earned sweat.
“I love you, babygirl,” Sir whispered as he lay on the bed and positioned her rag-doll body on top of him. He untied her blindfold, then began stroking her hair, sending delightful shivers down her spine.
“I’m floating…” she murmured, nestling against him as she closed her eyes.
She heard Faelan beside them, taking his turn with Mary. It was an erotic exchange, animalistic and primal, but through it all she sensed the undercurrent of love between them.
As Brie lay in Sir’s arms, she felt as if she were floating on a cloud of contented ecstasy, listening to the sounds of all the dungeon-play around her. The lashing of whips, the clanking of chains, and the cries of passion and pain—it felt like home to her.
Before Faelan left the Toy Station, he addressed Sir. “Glad you could make it, Sir Davis.”
“This has been a remarkable experience, Wallace.”
“The commune life here never ceases to amaze me. You two can retire to our room, if you would like.”
Mary spoke up. “Wait, where am I—”
Faelan put his fingers to her lips. “I’ve already arranged our evening, toy. Another outburst from you and you’ll be reported.”
She looked up at him gratefully, then turned to Sir, nodding respectfully to him.
Sir acknowledged the gesture but did not speak to Mary. Instead he lifted Brie off him and commanded her to kneel. To her surprise, he left her there, not explaining his actions.
Brie knelt beside the bed, her hands behind her back, her chest out, and her head bowed, but she couldn’t keep from smiling. Sir was here…
He returned minutes later with a sponge, towel and bowl of soapy water. She smiled as the warm sponge glided across her skin, “Our rambunctious play has left you a bit untidy.”
The best kind of messy, Brie thought as she spread her legs wider and felt his essence trickle down her leg.
He smiled to himself as he meticulously washed every inch of her skin. Once he was done, he gently toweled her off. The act was intimate and tender, his own version of aftercare following his rough use of her.
Sir handed over the sponge, bowl and towel. “Return the items and meet me downstairs.”
Brie walked through the dungeon, naked and proud. Maybe the Doms only saw her as a ghost, but she knew who she was. She was Sir’s collared sub.
Her heart swelled with joy when she walked into Mary’s bedroom and found Sir waiting for her with open arms. “Come to me, Brie.” She glided to him, grateful to be in his embrace.
“Did you enjoy your fantasy?”
“It was a perfect interpretation of it, Sir. I am in awe.”
“You didn’t suspect I was coming today?” he said in a low, questioning tone as he settled on the bed with her. She curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest.
“No, not for a second.”
“I was actually concerned you might call your safeword before I had the chance to play with you.”
“I almost did, Sir,” she admitted with a giggle. Brie traced the muscles of his chest with her finger, loving the feel of his rough hair. “You are a very devious man.”
His smirk let her know he had something else up his sleeve.
She propped herself on his chest. “Okay, spit it out,” she demanded playfully. “What aren’t you telling me, Sir?”
“I have an unexpected trip to make.”
“Where, and can I go?”
“I’m unsure you’ll want to. Unless, of course, you fancy the taste of vodka.”
“Russia, Sir?” she squealed in delight.
Sir chuckled. “My Moscow client has encountered a problem I must address. Although I’ve heard a certain Ruski holds out hope of being part of your documentary, so a Russia trip may prove useful to you.”
“That would be incredible,” she said, bubbling over with excitement. “I was hoping to film the dynamic between a sadist and masochist.”
“Well, now you’ll have that opportunity.” He pulled her against him and inhaled. “I miss the smell of you when we’re apart. I find the fragrance of Brie intoxicating.” She giggled as he began sniffing her body, but those giggles quickly quieted when he moved between her legs and his tongue made contact with her sensitive clit. “I think this Brie needs to be eaten.”
“Oh, Sir…”
Broken
Faelan sought Brie out the next afternoon. “Have you seen Mary?”
“She left after lunch. Didn’t tell me where she was headed, though.” Brie could feel his anxiety, but was unsure of the cause. “What’s wrong?”
“I suspect she’s with Razor right now.”
Brie had noticed Mary’s unnatural attraction to the intense Dom. It wasn’t a sexual attraction, but something darker and more insidious. “I’ll help you look for her.”
After searching the main building and barn, they headed out towards the woods. When they heard Mary’s screams, they sprinted in the direction of her cries and found her bound to a tree. Razor was slapping her face with such force that it was already leaving bruises.
“Stop!” Faelan demanded.
Razor looked at him with surprise, then stepped away, growling, “I’m only giving the lady what she wants.”
“I know. It’s not you I have an issue with.” Faelan didn’t even look at Razor as he approached Mary. She was a bit slow to respond, the endorphins having kicked in, but she turned her head to face Faelan with a look of defiance.
“Why are you going down this path again?” he asked, sympathy coloring the anger in his voice.
Mary frowned, and said with disdain, “Fuck you, Faelan.”
“I won’t do this again. You were free of your father’s influence; why are you choosing to return by playing out your past with Razor?”
Her lip trembled for a moment, but she shook it off and lashed out at Faelan. “You don’t know what I want or need!”
He began untying her from the tree. “You are like an addict, incapable of staying away from the thing that will destroy you.”
“Don’t be so overdramatic, asshole. And stop treating me like a child.”
As soon as she was free, Faelan pushed her up against the tree. “I told you never to do this again and yet you defy me?”
Her answer dripped with insolence. “Yes.”
“I can’t—I won’t do this anymore with you.” He let go of her. “You have a choice, Mary. You can stop pursuing your past or drown in
it.”
She shot daggers of hate towards him as she raised her chin defiantly.
“Fine.” He backed away from her slowly, with a look of overwhelming sadness. “Goodbye, Mary.”
The words sounded so final that it frightened Brie. “Don’t do this. You’re both upset. Why don’t you discuss this when you’ve had time to calm down?”
Faelan looked at Brie, his blue eyes communicating his resolve. “She made her choice the moment she sought out Razor for this scene. There is nothing more to say.”
He walked away, not looking back when Mary called out to him. When he didn’t respond to her cries, she turned to Brie and rolled her eyes. “Such a fucking drama queen.”
“Go after him,” Brie implored.
“He’ll be back.”
“No, Mary. He won’t.”
Mary laughed. “Oh, he’ll be back. The poor boy can’t get enough of me.”
Razor chuckled as he grabbed her roughly. “Then let’s finish what we started, bitch.” He spat in her face before slapping her cheek hard.
“Slap me again.”
Brie turned away. It was heartbreaking that Mary was encouraging her own destruction. She watched with desperation as Faelan disappeared into the woods.
“Damn it, Mary. If you don’t go after him right now, you’ll lose him.”
When she acted as though she hadn’t heard, Brie started after Faelan, shouting behind her, “You’re a fucking fool, Mary!”
“And you’re just a stupid bitch!”
Brie could not catch up, and lost Faelan long before she made it back to the lodge. She saw Sir talking to a group of Dominants and ran to him, panting for breath.
Sir excused himself and led Brie to a private spot, obviously concerned for her. “What’s wrong?”
“Faelan’s run off. Mary defied him and he says he’s done with her.” Tears started to fall when she told him, “Sir, she needs him.”
Instead of becoming upset, Sir pulled Brie into his arms. “I was afraid it would end this way.”
She looked up at him in disbelief. “Why would you say that?”
“Wallace mentioned Mary’s attraction to the newest Dom to me. Unfortunately, the man bears a striking resemblance to her father.”
Brie suddenly felt nauseated. “Oh no…”
“Wallace is doing the right thing. Her defiance of his direct command cemented her fate.”
“But they love each other,” she insisted.
“Wallace has done what he can to ensure her well-being. Now he must concentrate on himself.”
Brie felt a prickling on the back of her neck. “Sir, is there something wrong with him?”
The seriousness of Sir’s expression confirmed her fears. “It’s not for me to say. If Wallace wanted you to know, he would have shared it with you.”
Brie’s heart beat wildly, a feeling of panic setting in. “He can’t leave Mary now. She has no idea, Sir. I’m sure of it.”
“He didn’t want to burden her, and ultimately it is his choice.”
“But she would never let him go if she knew. It’s not fair to her. I have to tell him!”
“I don’t believe it will do any good.”
The desperation she felt was overwhelming, and she begged, “Please, Sir.”
Her Master took pity on her. “Wallace went downstairs to pack. You may speak to him if he is still there.”
She raced into the lodge and burst through the door to see Faelan closing his suitcase. “There’s nothing to be said,” he barked.
“Whatever is wrong with you, Mary deserves to know.”
His eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
“I suspected something was wrong, and Sir just confirmed it but wouldn’t tell me what.”
He chuckled angrily. “Leave it to you to notice, when Mary didn’t.”
“She would never let you go if she knew, Todd.”
“It makes no difference and wouldn’t have changed what happened today.”
“Trust me, if Mary knew—”
“This is something I have to face alone. She doesn’t need to know and neither do you.” He looked at Brie fiercely, stating, “I don’t want Mary to know anything about it.”
“But—”
“Do not defy me in this.”
His tone took her certainty down a notch or two. Faelan was right. This was his life, his decision. It wasn’t her place to intervene. “Fine. I won’t.”
“At this moment, Mary is basking in the belief that she has one-upped me, but once she realizes what she’s done, she’s going to fall hard.” He looked at Brie with compassion. “If she reaches out to you, promise you’ll support her.”
“But I’m so pissed with her now!”
“Feel free to hit her between the eyes with it, the same way she would you, but be there for her nonetheless. I’m afraid she has chosen a path she won’t recover from.” The look of pain and loss on Faelan’s face undid Brie. She walked over to him and placed her hand over his heart. “I’m sorry.”
He looked at her with those ocean-blue eyes haunted by loss and deep sorrow. “I don’t understand why I was spared on the day of the crash, because nothing I’ve done since has amounted to anything.”
“No, Todd, that’s not true. I’m grateful to know you, and Mary is a better person because of you. Don’t doubt that—never doubt that.”
He shrugged. “Just be there for her, Brie. You’re the only friend she has.”
“Of course. Can I at least ask where you’re headed?”
He smiled sadly, shaking his head. “No, that’s just between me and the powers above.” He slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and grabbed the suitcase. “See you, blossom.”
Brie stood there with tears blurring her vision, the lump in her throat making it impossible to speak—but in her head she was crying, Don’t leave!
Skeletons
Mary avoided Brie like the plague for the last few days of her stay, choosing to bunk with another couple in a room at the other end of the lodge. Whenever an accidental meeting occurred, she treated Brie as if she didn’t exist, although she acknowledged Sir.
“You are being very patient with her,” Sir complimented Brie.
“I understand Mary, Sir. Despite her bravado, she knows she messed up—and bad. She just isn’t ready to admit it yet, especially to me.”
On the last day, however, Mary sought her out while Brie was taking in the mountain scenery from the bridge; the same bridge where Faelan had met with Brie on the first day.
“So you’re headed back into the vanilla world, huh?”
“Yes, but I’m going to miss this place.”
“Yeah, you’re going to wish you could come back here, I bet.”
Brie smiled kindly, grateful they were talking. “I’m sure I will.”
Mary shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It took her several minutes before she told Brie, “If you see Faelan, tell him I’m sorry.”
“I will.” She didn’t have the heart to tell Mary that she couldn’t pass on the message.
Mary looked broken when she confessed, “I don’t think he’s coming back.”
Brie felt tears prick her eyes. “No, I don’t think he will.”
Mary glanced around and stated, “Here I am, living the dream, and it doesn’t mean a thing without him.”
“Brie,” Sir said, walking up to them, “Master Gannon wants to speak to us before we leave.”
“Certainly, Sir.” She reached out to hug Mary and clasped her hand instead when the girl tried to pull away. “Look, I’m here for you. You can call if you need to talk, even though you’ll have to head into Whitefish to do it.”
Mary rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
Brie took the arm Sir offered and they headed towards Gannon’s office. Mary called out, “You’d better accept the charges when I call, Stinky Cheese.”
Brie turned around and smiled. “Don’t worry, bitch. I will.”
Master Gannon surprised
Brie when they reached his office. She’d expected he would go over any last-minute thoughts concerning the footage she’d shot. Instead, he handed Sir a large envelope.
“It just arrived.”
Sir took it from him and looked at the address of the sender. He glanced at Brie. “It’s from Thompson.”
Brie held her breath, afraid she already knew what it said. Sir tore open the envelope and read through the first letter with a questioning look. He shook his head and handed it to her while he read the second.
She looked it over with a growing sense of dread.
Dear Mr. Davis,
I didn’t want to bring this issue to your attention until I was certain it was a legitimate concern. I received this letter a week ago and requested she submit to a genetic test to verify her claim. Normally, that is enough to deter scam artists, but she has agreed to the test.
I await further instructions at your earliest convenience.
Harold Thompson, Attorney at Law
Brie looked up and saw Sir with an expression of disbelief on his face. He read the letter again before handing it to her. Brie didn’t want to take it, based on the look he gave her. She was sure it could only mean one thing—he was a father.
Brie was surprised that the woman’s penmanship was as exquisite as Sir’s.
Dear Thane Davis,
It is with a racing heart that I pen this letter to you. I have lived my life believing I was an only child. My mother, Ruth Elizabeth Meyers, never spoke of you, never once mentioned her life before my father, Jake Roberts Meyers.
I can hardly think straight, and apologize if this letter makes no sense. I only just learned that my mother lies dying in a hospital in China. Even worse, I have been told that you may be seeking to end her life.
I beg you to spare her. Whatever your relationship was with my mother, you should know that she has always been good to me. I love her with all my heart, and cannot bear to lose her.
I hope you will agree to meet with me. Hopefully, we can come to a mutual decision concerning her future care and unravel the secrets she’s kept hidden from us both.
I have no idea why she kept her past from me, but now that I know you exist, I feel desperate to meet you.