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

have trouble replacing you.”
    She wanted to giggle when he called Mr. Reynolds ‘Unc’ . It was a casual side of Sir she’d never suspected existed, which made her more impatient to discover Sir’s many secrets.
    He continued on without interruption. “However, it is not my concern—or yours,” he added for emphasis.
    Pleasing Sir and making the documentary is my new reality? Pinch me now! “I understand, Sir… Master…” She blushed. “What should I call you?” Brie felt foolish for not knowing the protocol with him now that he was no longer her trainer.
    He laughed. “It’s simple, Miss Bennett. When we have a conversation or are out in public, I expect to be called Sir. However, when we are in a scene I am your Master.”
    She looked up at him shyly, the word ‘Master’ having a distinct effect on her. “Thank you for the clarification, Sir.” She took another sip of the martini to hide her nervousness.
    “I shall also call you by a different name.”
    That was unexpected news. Brie rested the drink on her lap as she gave Sir her undivided attention. “What name is that, Sir?”
    “Téa.”
    Brie tilted her head, uncertain of its meaning. She dutifully answered, “Thank you, Sir.”
    He graced her with a heart-melting smile before taking a drink.
    Tay-ah … She’d never heard a sub called that at the Center. Names were significant—they helped define the role of the submissive—so she waited patiently for Sir to explain.
    He set his glass on an end table and approached her with a tender look in his eye. He grazed her cheek with the back of his hand. “My father was half Italian. ‘Téa’ means ‘goddess’.”
    His answer left her speechless. In one fell swoop, he had graced her with a huge compliment and revealed the fact that his father was of Italian descent, but no longer living. Brie was unsure how to respond and whispered, “I am honored, Sir.”
    “Know that I will think of you as a goddess even as I fuck you like a slut.”
    His words were powerful and unsettling. Brie quivered in the red lounger and closed her eyes, trying to calm her pounding heartbeat. Was she woman enough for such a man?
    “Téa, the only item you are allowed to wear is the collar around your neck.”
    The tingling fire began in her loins as Brie opened her eyes and nodded. She carefully set down her drink and complied with his instructions. Once she was naked, she bowed low at his feet.
    “Walk to the window.”
    Brie rocked off her heels and stood up, floating on clouds as she made her way to the expansive window. She felt the weight of Sir’s stare on her and trembled at the intensity of it. There was an acute sense of vulnerability in being naked in front of the huge window, especially with a similar high-rise just right of the building.
    In a deep voice he commanded, “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, put your hands on the window and lean forward so that your nipples touch the glass.”
    She opened her legs and put her palms on the cold window, leaning slowly forward until her nipples made contact with the chilly glass. Brie gasped softly and waited for his next instruction, but he gave none. She watched Sir through the reflection of the window as he stood and admired her while sipping his martini.
    The wait, the anticipation, combined with his lustful scrutiny, made Brie exceedingly wet. She closed her eyes, chagrined when she felt a trickle of her excitement run down her leg. Brie was desperate for him, her nipples aching with need, stimulated by the pressure and temperature of the glass.
    Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Sir walk out of the room and the distinct sound of the martini glasses being placed on a granite counter. It begins…
    “Don’t move or speak, but you are allowed to come,” he murmured as he drew close. Brie bit her lip when Sir lightly traced her shoulder with his fingertips, her whole body concentrating solely on his touch. She continued to sneak peeks at him in