What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (152 page)

He handed the pen to her. She smiled shyly as she wrote on his hairy chest. He nodded his approval when he read the word:
Master.
Sir fisted her hair and drew her to him, kissing her possessively. “Never forget that.”

She shook her head. “I won’t, Sir… I can’t.”

He commanded her to re-dress as he put on his clothes. When she came to her corset, she held it up to him and pouted.

Sir grinned lustfully and took it from her, then threw the useless piece of clothing in his box. “You won’t be needing it, babygirl. You already have on what I want you to wear.” He nodded at her chest.

Brie looked down at his word with pride. Yes, it was enough.

He hoisted the box, grabbing the golden cuffs from the hook as he walked towards the door. Sir looked over his office one last time. “It’s been a good run.” He escorted her out and locked it behind him.

Sir held out his right arm and she gratefully wrapped hers around it.

“Head held high, but at a respectful angle.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Chest out,” he commanded. Then Sir added with a captivating smirk, “Exude elegance and poise, confident in the knowledge you are mine.”

Brie hid her smile as they walked back to the commons, which was still full of people. The chatter stopped and the whole room became eerily silent as the crowd turned towards the couple. Brie scanned the masses, but saw no sign of Tono. She did notice Mary standing beside Faelan. He wore a look of sheer disbelief.

Sir gave Mr. Gallant the keys. “Call if I have forgotten anything or you have questions.”

“I will.” Mr. Gallant looked at Brie. “Are you happy, Miss Bennett?”

“Yes, Mr. Gallant. Very much so.”

“Fine. Then I wish you the best.” He nodded at Sir. “Both of you.”

“Thank you, Gallant,” Sir replied affably, moving towards the elevator.

Marquis Gray pressed the button for them and then stood to the side. When Brie snuck a glance, he nodded at her with the slightest hint of a smile.
Did he know this would be my choice tonight?

When the elevator doors opened, the two walked into it and turned to face the assembly. Master Anderson held up his drink and toasted Sir. “Wishing you the best, Thane. You should know that your service to the Center has been greatly appreciated.”

“Hear, hear!” someone shouted.

Glasses were held up, to an enthusiastic chorus of, “To Headmaster Davis!”

The room filled with applause as the doors closed. Tears streamed down Brie’s face. She was overwhelmed by how much Sir had given up to be with her.

He looked down at Brie and winked. “No need to cry, babygirl. This is just the beginning.”

By
Red Phoenix

Khan: Lasting Impressions

Copyright © 2014 by Red Phoenix

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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 18 and older.

This extra chapter is taken from the novel, but from a different point of view. Fans of Brie begged for a scene from Sir’s point of view, but I resisted because this is Brie’s story. However, there is one scene in the novel I felt fans deserved to understand better, because they could not know all the work and attention Sir put into setting up Brie’s last fantasy before her graduation.

It is with a full heart that I give this gift to you:

A chapter from
Brie Learns the Art of Submission
written from Sir’s POV.

You know I love you, peeps! ~Red Phoenix

(Sir’s POV)

T
hane opened her journal. He knew Brie was a creative soul and was curious what she had written as her sexual fantasy. Her words instantly drew him in.

I am frightened. I know I have been sent to the King as a peace offering. This is my father’s desperate attempt to stave off the creditors. If the King accepts me, my family will continue to live at the manor. If not, we will be left homeless with no title and no means of support.

I pinch my cheeks one more time, hoping he will find the blush on my cream complexion appealing. I am escorted before the King, who is busy devouring a lavish meal. My stomach growls and a real blush creeps over my face.

My stately King looks up from his plate. “Is this the one?”

“She is, Sire.”

“Looks a little too young and untried. Not what I want tonight. Take her away.”

I blurt out, “I may be untried, my Lord, but I am willing.”

He gives me a second glance. “Willing? What does that really mean coming from a little girl? You know not what you propose.” He motions me away, but I am determined.

“I am yours, my Lord, to use as you please.” I bow before him in complete supplication.

“I will not be gentle or kind,” he warns.

“Let me please you, my King.”

He snorts in amusement. “So be it.” He points to the old servant holding the flask of wine beside him. “Pleasure him with your mouth while I watch.”

My heart beats fiercely as I approach the servant. I have never given oral pleasures before and have no idea how to go about it. My King takes the wine flask from the stunned man and laughs as he sets it down on the table. “Been a long time, has it, Thomas?”

“Yes, Sire.”

“Good. Then this shouldn’t take long.” My King looks at me and says drolly, “Go on, girl. Please your King.”

I fumble at untying the man’s trousers and I hear my King chuckle unkindly. I pull down his pants, along with his undergarments, and am shocked at the largeness of his staff. I’ve never seen one before and find it intimidating.

“Go on, child,” my King commands, pushing me down on my knees before the old servant.

I open my mouth hesitantly and stick out my tongue, licking the end of his member. It twitches and I back away. I can hear the dissatisfied grunt of my King and quickly recover from my shock. I lick it again and a bitter taste fills my mouth. I do not retreat. Instead, I lick it more eagerly.

“Take him in your mouth.”

With my heart pounding, I open my lips and the old man’s shaft fills my mouth. My cry is muffled when he pushes himself in deeper.

“That’s it. Suck his staff with that virginal mouth until he comes.”

The old man grabs my head and starts thrusting his member harder and harder. I know my King is watching, so I moan, holding the thick member with one hand. Suddenly, the rigid member begins pulsing in my mouth. The old man groans loudly as copious amounts of bitter fluid burst forth from his manhood.

“Swallow it all,” my King commands.

I swallow without question, distressed when some of the liquid escapes my lips. The servant pulls his shaft from my mouth with a satisfied sigh. I wipe the extra from my mouth, but my King growls, “I said swallow it all.”

I lick my hands, making sure to clean off all of the bitter liquid.

My King sits back in his chair and smiles wickedly at me. “That was entertaining, but I am not convinced you are worthy.”

While Thomas pulls up his trousers, I bow to my King. “How may I prove myself, Lord?”

“I assume you are a virgin.”

“Yes, my King.” I am completely prepared to sacrifice my virginity to my sovereign.

But he surprises me when he says, “You shall give your maidenhood to my priest. That would entertain me on so many levels.”

I gasp at his audaciousness, but dutifully answer, “It would be my pleasure, my Lord.”

He snaps his fingers. “Get young Father Christopher. Tell him…tell him I have a special assignment only my priest can perform.”

I watch with frightened curiosity as the soldiers leave to retrieve the priest…

Sir shifted in his chair. Yes, her writing had quite an effect on him.

He picked apart her fantasy piece by piece. He did not desire to see her orally please an older man, so he picked up the phone and called Maccio, a graduate of the Dominant training. “I heard you have a fight tomorrow night. What do you give your chances of winning?”

The man laughed on the other end. “99.9 percent. The boy has no chance against me.”

“Good, because I have a sub I will be bringing to the fight. Her mouth will be part of the prize.”

He snorted. “That boy will be in the ground before the end of the first round.”

“I am counting on it. Otherwise you will miss out, and I will have to improvise.”

“No need, Headmaster Davis. I will be enjoying your sub in training tomorrow night.”

“Excellent.”

Thane knew he needed a priest as well. It had to be someone who could look the part, but not take over the scene. He called the manager at The Haven for the number of Adams, a young sub who would fit the bill.

With those two major players secured, he had only the finer details to iron out. He left the fur and clothing to his assistant, Rachael, but went to the jewelry store to pick out the strand of pearls personally. It would play an important part in the scene and would be given to her at the end. He knew it was unorthodox, but he wanted Brie to have something of lasting worth when the night was over.

The final order of business was to secure box seats at his favorite opera theater. Thane groaned when he learned what was playing. Of all the operas in the world, it had to be
Madame Butterfly
. The theme of unrequited love and suicide was a trigger for him. He determined to leave before the final act and avoid the tragic scene.

With everything in place, Thane sat back and contemplated the minute details of tomorrow’s event. He normally let a scene progress organically, allowing for changes as he went. However, with Brie it was imperative he stick with his plan. Any deviation would only result in compromising his resolve. Brie was simply a student—nothing more.

Thane knocked on her apartment door exactly at six. He waited, feeling confident about the night he had arranged. He would facilitate a deeper level of submission, one in which she would experience the delicious taste of humiliation without demeaning her strong spirit. It was obvious by her fantasy it was something she desired despite her many protests.