Brie Submits to her Master (After Graduation, #2) by Red Phoenix Page A

He walked in and graced her with a pleased smile. “Ah, my little student. Are you ready for class to begin?” He placed a hand on her head and commanded, “Stand and serve your Master.”
    She stood before him as he held out his arm. She was mortified when her stomach growled as she was wrapping her arm around his. He looked down at her and smiled knowingly.
    Brie felt the heat rise to her face. How unsexy to greet Sir with a growling stomach.
    He made no mention of it, but when Sir got to the car he reached behind his seat and pulled an apple out of his briefcase. “I believe in the adage , ‘An apple a day…’”
    Brie took the apple and murmured, “Thank you, Sir.” She smiled to herself as she bit into the tart apple, grateful she had such a thoughtful Master.
    He remained silent on the drive, leaving Brie free to conjure up all kinds of different scenarios Sir might try on her. He had specifically mentioned the night before that things were going to get rough. What did that mean? Was he going to test her pain tolerance? The thought of that was definitely not sexy, but she trusted him to bring her through it if that was his intent.
    Perhaps he was going to punish her further for her deceit involving Faelan? Brie quickly dismissed that idea. She knew in her heart that Sir was a fair man. She had endured the punishment for her indiscretion and had received his complete forgiveness.
    Brie licked the sweetness from her lips as they pulled into the Training Center parking lot. It was strange to be back, knowing she was no longer a student.
    Although classes for the Submissive Training Center were on hiatus, the business college was still in full swing and the parking lot was full. Unlike before, Sir did not park in the spot reserved for the headmaster of the Center. It remained empty, announcing the fact that a new one had not been appointed yet. It gave her a pang of guilt knowing Sir had stepped down from his position to become her Master. She wondered if he was feeling similar pains of regret.
    “I will open the door for you, téa,” he stated. The use of her sub name let her know the protocol. She was to treat him as Master at the Center. No eye contact with other dominants and no speaking unless spoken to by her Master.
    As he helped her out of the car, he ran his hand down the length of her curves. Goosebumps followed. Such simple contact, but it instantly set her focus on him and reminded her of the power of his caress.
    They walked into the school, arm in arm. The receptionist greeted him. “Good evening, Headm—I mean, Sir Davis. It is good to see you again.”
    “Likewise, Miss Lewis.”
    He continued to the elevator, putting his arm around Brie when a group of students walked past. Brie kept her eyes lowered, basking in his manly protection.
    Sir took her down a wing of the school she had never been before. As she passed through the doorway, she read the word Faculty Lounge on the gold plate. The scent of rich tobacco filled the air along with the sound of many familiar voices.
    “Couldn’t stay away , I see,” Master Anderson said. He came over to Sir and slapped him on the back with the same casual familiarity the two had shared the first time she’d been introduced to him.
    “I have no problem staying away, but damn if you people didn’t insist I come back.”
    Master Coen’s voice rang out from the other side of the room. “I apologize, but we didn’t anticipate assigning a new headmaster just before a new session. There are many loose ends to be addressed.”
    “So you say,” Sir answered jokingly. “I accept it as the price I must pay to have free rein of the place after we are done here today.”
    Brie’s insides quivered at the thought of Sir unleashed.
    A woman’s soft voice floated through the air. “How are you, Sir Davis? Are you happy with your new submissive?” Brie kept her eyes glued to the floor. Her mind raced to place the feminine voice, quickly identifying her as the