by Red Phoenix
Brie smiled as she watched him go. Although he was clearly out of his element, she was grateful she no longer sensed that underlying current of hostility he’d had toward her film career.
Lea came bounding up to her. “Hey, girl! This is freaking amazing.”
“I can’t believe it, Lea,” she confessed, giving her a squeeze. “It doesn’t seem real.”
“I’ve got the most supreme joke for you…”
Mr. Cummings glanced at his watch and announced, “It’s almost time.”
Brie blew Lea a kiss before following Mr. Cummings down the corridor with Sir. He stopped before a large set of doors. “You will wait here. When the doors open, walk to the middle of the room and stop.”
Brie took Anthony back from Penny and thanked her. Glancing back, Brie saw everyone in the film lining up behind her. She happened to catch Marquis Gray’s gaze.
Her heart skipped a beat when he nodded to her with pride in his eyes.
Brie glanced at Sir holding Hope and let out a nervous breath. She was reminded of his words right after her collaring and whispered to herself, “Exude elegance and poise. Head held high but at a respectful angle.”
Then the doors slowly swung open…
Brie was shocked to see Greg Holloway standing behind a podium on the stage, addressing the huge assembly.
Sir prodded her to start walking with him. Holding Anthony in her arms, Brie walked into the large room and stared at Greg with an air of confidence.
Holloway stumbled over his words when he saw her, and the room broke out in murmurs of shock. Brie walked down the middle aisle and stopped in the center of the room while Tono, Lea, Master Coen, Raven, Baron, Ms. Clark, Master Anderson, Boa, and Marquis Gray fanned out behind her.
The room suddenly grew silent.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Holloway yelled. “Get this trash out of here.” He waved his arms at the staff and pointed at Brie.
No one moved.
Holloway looked around the room for help, his face turning redder with each passing second. “Get out!” he screamed at her.
Brie shook her head slowly.
People began quietly talking amongst themselves but still, no one moved.
Holloway pounded his fist on the podium. “Someone call the fucking police, God damn it!”
Brie looked at him with a smirk of superiority.
Her obstinance clearly infuriated Holloway, causing the man’s nostrils to flare. “You don’t belong here. Do you hear me? You’re finished in Hollywood!”
Suddenly, a recording of Brie’s voice rang out loud and clear from the speakers.
“I respectfully disagree with you on all counts.”
Brie held her breath when she heard Holloway’s voice next.
“I told you. This isn’t up for debate, young lady.”
Her jaw dropped. Brie knew exactly what this recording was. She turned to Sir and whispered, “It’s the last meeting I had with Holloway…”
“My name is Brianna Davis and you will address me as such.”
Holloway’s recorded snarl filled the large room.
“You come in here acting as if you have skin in the game. You are nothing. Not even a blip on the radar. So, you better learn damn quick to respect those in power and do what I say.”
“Give me good reasons to cut those scenes.”
“This is not up for debate! How many times do I have to repeat myself?”
“Mr. Holloway, I’m looking for a producer who believes in this film. If you’re going to rip it apart without giving me a good reason why then you’re not the man for the job. It’s better that we end this meeting now.”
“If I don’t produce this film, nobody will.”
Brie’s voice was cool and collected.
“Give me the disk.”
The sound of the CD hitting the wall and falling to the floor followed.
“Make the changes or that will be the fate of your precious film.”
Brie remembered picking up the shattered disk and slipping it into her purse before she left.
Holloway’s voice bellowed, “If you walk out that door you will never work in this town again, Brianna Bennett.”
“My last name is Davis.”
“Bennett…Davis…it doesn’t matter. You don’t matter!”
“You will remember my name, Mr. Holloway. One day you will see it in every theater in this nation—including here in Hollywood.”
“That’ll be the day,” he roared, before laughing sarcastically.
“When that day comes, you’ll know the truth—you have no power.”
“You underestimate the influence I have in this town, little girl.” His cruel laughter continued. “You just ended your career. Better start popping out more kids. That’s all you’re good for now…”
When the recording ended, the room was enveloped in a blanket of uneasy silence.
Brie smiled at Holloway, proudly holding her newborn in her arms. “I am not the one who is finished.”
The top people in the industry who were involved in her new release began standing up where they sat, one after another…
Holloway stared at them all, the veins in his forehead pulsing in rage. “You’re making a grave mistake, young lady.”
Raising an eyebrow, Brie told him, “My name is Brianna Davis.”
A large screen slowly descended on the stage as the lights dimmed. Brie saw the shadowy figure of someone walking up to the podium to help Holloway off the stage.
Gripping music erupted as a professional trailer played on the screen, showcasing different cuts from her second documentary.
Brie stood there transfixed as snippets of the scenes flashed on the screen—Marquis with his flogger, Tono and his rope, Master Anderson with Boa, Baron and the swing, Ms. Clark with her two subs, Master Coen’s playful spanking, Rytsar’s sexy sadism, and Mary’s scene with Faelan. The trailer ended with explosive music and the words “Coming next summer.”
The excitement in the room was palpable when the lights came back up and everyone began clapping. Brie was escorted to a large table where she, Sir, and their entire entourage sat down to enjoy a world-class meal.
She looked around for Mary and found her standing with Holloway. He had a death grip on her wrist as he dragged her from table to table, talking to his old “buddies” in the film industry. It was amusing to watch them snub him in the same manner she had been snubbed at the awards ceremony.
Brie stared down at her plate, suddenly gripped with fear for Mary. She could only imagine what Holloway would do to Mary after tonight, and she seriously contemplated breaking her promise to her friend—even if it destroyed their friendship.
“Eat, my dear. You don’t want to offend the host of such an extravagant party.”
Brie immediately obeyed Sir, smiling as she picked up her fork. She realized her benefactor might be watching her this very moment.
As she scanned all the faces smiling back at her, Brie was startled to see Darius. He picked up his glass and held it up to her.
Brie’s initial reaction was gut-level distrust because of their difficult past. However, Darius had been the only one brave enough to acknowledge her at the awards ceremony months ago. So, in recognition of that, she nodded to him.
Halfway through the extravagant meal, Mary waltzed by and turned to smile at Brie. Unfortunately, Holloway saw it and publicly berated Mary, commanding her to remember her place before pushing her back to her seat.
Marquis and Sir glanced at each other before standing in unison. The two of them walked to where Mary sat.
Holloway roared, “Stay the fuck away from her. You have no business with this one. She’s mine!”
“You’re wrong,” Sir stated coldly. “Miss Wilson is a graduate of the Submissive Training Center. Therefore, she is under our protection.”
“It’s fine,” Mary insisted. “I don’t need any help.” She shot a hostile glare at Brie, thinking she had broken her word.
Mary glanced at Greg for a second before meeting Marquis’s gaze. “I’m safe.”
“You are lying to me.”
Holloway jerked Mary out of her seat. “She answered your damn question. Now leave us the fuck alone!”
With lightning-fast speed, Sir broke Holloway’s grip on Mary while Marquis subdued him with a pressure point.
Marquis leaned in and whispered in Holloway’s ear. Brie couldn’t hear his words, but whatever he said made Greg’s face drain of all color.
When Marquis stepped away, Holloway stood there looking at him in stunned silence. He didn’t protest, staying rooted where he stood while Sir quietly escorted Mary to the table to sit beside Lea.
“Go,” Marquis commanded loudly.
The entire assembly watched in silence as Holloway slowly turned and walked out. The moment the doors closed behind him, the conversations started up again as if nothing had happened.
This night of reckoning had been beautifully orchestrated. Whoever her benefactor was, they had been artful in the execution of his demise.
After his long reign in Hollywood, Greg Holloway had been effectively erased.
Sir patted Marquis’s back before sitting back down beside Brie. “I’d say this is turning out to be an eventful night on many fronts.”
He picked up his champagne glass and held it up to Brie.
She looked at her friends and family gathered at the table. Mary wouldn’t even look at her, but Brie didn’t mind because Mary was safe, and that was all that mattered.
Clinking glasses with Sir, Brie replied, “I couldn’t agree more, Sir.”
The rest of the evening was a whirlwind as the greatest talents in Hollywood, who would soon be working with her, waited patiently for their chance to speak with Brie.
She felt like the belle of the ball.
Remind Me
By the time they returned home, Brie was flying on such an emotional high that she was uncertain if she would ever be able to fall asleep.
When Penny mentioned that she had been hired to care for the children for the entire evening and would be happy to put the children to bed while they celebrated privately, Brie smiled. “That was incredibly thoughtful of Mr. Cummings.”
“I agree,” Sir replied, “and we shall take advantage of your offer.”
Once inside, Sir handed Anthony to Brie, motioning her to the couch, “Wait here, Mrs. Davis.”
While Brie nursed Anthony, Sir asked Penny to join him while he put a tuckered out little Hope to bed. Once the baby was fed, Penny took him and retired upstairs to look over the children—leaving them alone together.
Sir held out his hand to Brie. “Now that Hollywood knows who you are, let me remind you who you are to me…”
Brie took his hand and he led her into the bedroom. Sir called out the code and the door to their playroom slowly opened.
“Although this dress is stunning, it does not compare with what lies underneath,” he murmured as he unzipped the designer gown. It pooled around her feet, and he helped her step out of it.
Sir caressed her shoulders lightly before undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. He then knelt to help her out of her shoes. Sir caressed the arch of her foot, stating, “I appreciate the sensual lines of heels, but I much prefer your feet bare, babygirl.”
He stood and picked Brie up in one swift motion, carrying her to the binding table. Laying her down on it, Sir abruptly left.
Brie bit her lip, wondering what he had planned. He returned a short time later with a bowl of warm, soapy water and a cloth. He began by removing the heavy makeup she had applied for the special event.
After leaving to refresh the water, Sir tenderly bathed the rest of her body in silence. By the time he was finished, Brie felt completely refreshed and new.
Sir left again. On his return, he’d stripped off his jacket and shirt, allowing Brie to admire his masculine chest.
“Kneel before your Master,” he commanded.
She purred in pleasure as he helped her off the table. She felt tingles of excitement as she lowered herself to the floor.
“There is nothing more intoxicating than a powerful woman giving her submission to me.”
“It is my deepest honor,” she said breathlessly as she bowed her head low at his feet.
“Tonight, we will revisit a significant moment between us.”
“If it pleases you,” she responded excitedly.
“You should know that I am breaking protocol here,” Sir began. “I have wanted to take your sweet little ass ever since I saw you bend over the box of cigarettes at the tobacco shop.”
His words sent shivers through Brie. He was role-playing that second night of training when he’d met her after class…
“I understand, Sir.”
“You can refuse me.”
She quivered in anticipation. “I do not wish to, Sir.”
“Very well.”
He commanded her to mount the table on all fours. Helping her onto it, he buckled the leather cuffs, strapping down her wrists so she was resting her weight on her forearms. He then buckled her ankles in place, leaving her with her legs spread and her ass in the air.
Being bound to the table the same way she had been that first time aroused Brie in ways she could not explain, and she gushed with wetness.
Standing back, Sir leaned against the wall and stared at her. Brie basked in his intense gaze. All those feelings from their first night together bubbled up inside of her.
“Some men think they need toys to excite a woman, but I do not believe that. I firmly believe in the power of touch.”
Brie had never forgotten those powerful words and stared at him longingly.
Sir didn’t move as he continued to gaze at her.
Brie knew it was another tool in his arsenal and smiled to herself. Sir was keenly aware that making her wait only made her want him that much more.
She held her breath when Sir finally pushed away from the wall and walked toward her. She felt butterflies the moment his hand lightly brushed the curve of her back.
Every fiber of her being was focused on her Master’s touch.
Sir smiled leisurely as his fingers explored her. The electrical current caused by his touch ignited her desire, making her nipples hard and her pussy wet. He reached one hand between her legs and felt her wet panties.
“It appears your body is aching for me to fuck that sweet little ass.”
Brie nodded, whimpering as he pushed the material of her panties aside to penetrate her pussy with his middle finger.
“Desperate for me, are you?” he asked, pulling his finger out and teasing her swollen clit.
Moving behind her, Sir pulled her panties down to her knees. “Ah, yes,” he murmured appreciatively, his hand grazing her buttocks. “Such a fine ass.”
Sir pressed his thumb against her throbbing clit and rubbed it slowly, fanning the fire. When his hand was drenched with her excitement, he slipped his finger into her ass.
Brie moaned softly, loving his invasion.
“My little sub wants my cock stroking her in the ass,” he stated confidently.
She nodded eagerly without any shame.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Sir. Fuck my ass with your cock,” she purred.
“Do you want it gentle or rough?”
Brie moaned, remembering his first claiming, and dutifully answered, “Whatever is your pleasure, Sir.”
“So agreeable…” he growled hungrily.
Sir slowly finished undressing in front of her. She watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, along with his briefs. His cock was well proportioned and perfect—she’d thought that the first time she saw him naked.
Sir smirked when he noticed the direction of her gaze. “Oh, yes, this entire cock is going deep inside you. But, first…”
He shut the door to the sound
proof room and turned back toward her. “I want to hear you scream.”
Brie bit her lip as he moved onto the table and positioned himself behind her. He squeezed her round buttocks in his strong hands before lightly slapping them.
“There is nothing sweeter than your ass begging to be fucked. Tell me again what you want.”
“I want you deep inside me, Master.”
She felt cold gel drip into the crease of her buttocks and then heard the slippery sound of Sir coating his cock with lubricant. Brie moaned excitedly when she felt the head of his cock press against her pink rosette.
Sir pushed his shaft into her, forcing it deeper inside. It aroused Brie remembering how strange it felt that first time, and how much she’d struggled to relax.
“Let my cock dominate you, téa.” Sir fisted her hair with one hand and reached around to caress her breasts with the other, groaning passionately in her ear.
She whimpered in pleasure when he released her hair to grab her waist and began thrusting. He started slowly, just as he had that very first night. But, unlike the first time, her body did not resist, enjoying the sensual fullness of his thick cock.
She moaned in pure ecstasy as he pushed his entire cock into her ass. Responding to her need for him, Sir switched it up. “I want to hear your unrestrained cries as I fuck my goddess like a slut. Don’t hold back.”
“Yes, Master,” she purred, anticipating the rough claiming she was about to receive.
Sir thrust his rigid cock into her, making her cry out at the depth of his penetration. Tightening his hands around her waist, he prepared to pound her harder. Brie closed her eyes, moaning loudly as his strokes became deep and commanding.
The world disappeared as her entire body focused on her Master’s shaft. Sir was relentless, demanding her complete surrender—their primal connection binding her soul to his.
But it was his passionate groans that caused her to teeter on the edge.
The moment he ordered her to come, Brie cried out in release. Her climax was so powerful and intense it was almost painful, but she loved it and begged him for more.
Turned on by her screams of passion, Sir wrapped his hand around her throat. He continued to pound her as he gave in to his own need and pumped her ass full of his seed.
