Brie Pleases her New Master (After Graduation, #1) by Red Phoenix

 
     
    Her First Lesson with Master
     
    The large commons broke out in applause as the elevator doors closed. Brie couldn’t stop the tears from falling, knowing that Sir had given up his position at the Submissive Training Center to claim her.
    Her heart melted when he looked down and winked. “No need to cry, babygirl. This is just the beginning.”
    She smiled through the tears and slipped her hand into his. “Yes, Sir.”
    “No more tears,” he commanded gently.
    Brie dutifully wiped them away and took a deep breath. When the doors opened at the first floor, Sir put down his box of office mementoes and took off his jacket. “I can’t have you walking out into the cool night like this.” He wrapped his jacket, still warm from his body heat, around her naked shoulders. He buttoned it up, picked up his box again and guided her out of the elevator, saying, “Come with me, Brie.”
    She held her breath, loving those four simple words. Her Master was taking her home … She had to pinch herself to believe it.
    Sir led her to the farthest corner of the parking lot, to a glossy red car that looked like it belonged in a car show, not at a community college. It was Batman hot.
    He held out his hand and helped her into the low-lying car. She tried to enter it gracefully but fell into the bucket seat with a plop.
    Sir chuckled lightly. “Such style.” He slid the door closed and proceeded to the other side, then buckled himself in before starting the roaring engine.
    “What kind of car is this?” she asked.
    “It’s not a car , Brie. This is a modified Lotus Evora S.”
    She hid her smile. Obviously, she knew nothing about his ‘baby’ and would need to google it later.
    He drove like he played with a sub—skillfully, but pushing the limits of the vehicle. Brie flushed in excitement, knowing that Sir was taking her home to play with her , alone.
    Brie’s jaw dropped when he pulled up to the front of a towering high-rise and a debonair valet immediately ran up to greet him. Sir opened her car door, and supported Brie as she made a second attempt at being graceful exiting from the low vehicle. She smiled and glanced up, mesmerized by the possessive look in Sir’s eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when he bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips before handing over his key to the attendant.
    Brie took the arm he offered her and they walked through the doors, which were held open by a doorman.
    “Good evening, Mr. Davis.”
    Sir nodded courteously, but said nothing as he guided Brie to the elevator. The foyer of the apartment building was opulent. She couldn’t imagine what his apartment must be like. She licked her lips apprehensively, feeling out of place.
    “Nothing to be nervous about, babygirl,” Sir said.
    She whispered, “I’ve never been here. I feel…”
    “At home,” he answered for her. Her body tingled at his words.
    The bell chimed and the elevator doors opened for them. Sir placed his hand on the small of her back, the electricity of his touch making her whole body quiver. The interior of the elevator was mirrored, so Brie was able to sneak glances at Sir as they traveled up to his apartment. He stared straight ahead with a slight smirk on his face, as if he was already considering what he would do with her.
    Will my heart survive tonight? she wondered.
    At the fifteenth floor, the door opened to a marbled hallway. Sir escorted her out and led Brie to the last door on the right. The door was made of dark wood, engraved with a symbol that looked suspiciously like a BDSM triskele, the emblem for the lifestyle. Was Sir that forthright about it? Did the whole high-rise know what he did for a living…what he used to do? A momentary jolt of guilt clouded her joy.
    Sir opened the heavy door to a long, narrow hallway with walls covered in various forms of modern art, from sculptures mounted on the walls to alluring paintings. Brie’s heels made an attractive clicking sound on the dark marble floor