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

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    Brie held her breath, waiting for Sir’s answer. Would he expose her mistake with Faelan in front of the other trainers?
    “I’m finding the experience challenging and quite stimulating.”
    Master Anderson laughed. “I bet you are, Thane. You picked a fine one to partner with. She won’t let you rest, I wager.” He hit Sir so hard on the shoulder that he momentarily lost his balance. “I have to admit though, I was a little put out when you stepped down. It was enjoyable working with you, reminded me of our college days.”
    Sir’s low chuckle was like music to Brie’s ears. “College was—”
    Master Coen interrupted their reverie. “Enough of the reminiscing, we have work to do. Where’s Clark?”
    The door opened as if on cue and Ms. Clark’s voice rang out loud and clear. “Back already, Davis? Wait… Miss Bennett, what are you doing here?” The woman stopped abruptly in her tracks and said sarcastically, “You do realize this is a faculty lounge.”
    Sir’s reply was controlled, but with a slight edge to it. “Address me, Rhonda. Not my submissive.”
    Oh, what fun having Sir correct Ms. Clark on her behalf! Brie wished she could peek just to see the look on the female trainer’s face.
    “Forgive me, Sir Davis. I am still wrapping my head around the fact you broke all protocol and collared a student. My apologies.”
    “It is precisely due to protocol that I resigned, Rhonda,” he said dryly.
    Brie heard the disdain in his voice when he used Ms. Clark’s given name. But why was he calling her by her first name? Did they have a history together?
    “It was foolish,” Ms. Clark snorted. “We’ve lost a perfectly good headmaster and the Center’s reputation has been compromised because of your impulsive actions.”
    Mr. Gallant’s warm voice filled the room, making Brie’s soul sigh in happiness. “That is not true. Although people are certainly talking about the Collaring Ceremony, I have not heard any ridicule towards the school, nor towards Sir Davis himself. Do not exaggerate, Ms. Clark.”
    There was one voice that was suspiciously silent. Marquis Gray.
    “Regardless of your opinion, Rhonda, I am asking that you treat Miss Bennett and I as you would any D/s couple. You are not allowed to speak to her directly without my permission.”
    “Fine,” she snapped. “But I demand your submissive leave the faculty lounge.”
    “Fair enough,” Sir responded. Before commanding Brie to leave, he addressed Master Coen. “I did have a question for you.”
    “Certainly,” Master Coen replied, moving across the room to join him.
    “Would you be able to fashion an iron brand for me?”
    “Not a problem. What is it you want?”
    “The letter ‘T’, exactly an inch in height and half an inch wide.’”
    Brie gasped. A brand?
    “That should be easy enough. How soon do you need it?”
    Sir’s voice was pleasant when he answered. “There’s no rush.”
    “Good, then I’ll start work on it after we get the new recruits settled in.”
    “That should be fine.” Sir turned to Brie and said, “Téa, Ms. Clark is correct. Submissives normally stay in another room at the end of the hall to your left. I will collect you after our work here is concluded.”
    She stole a glance at him when she answered, hoping to gain some insight into the exchange he’d just had with Master Coen. “Yes, Master.”
    The mischievous twinkle in his eyes let her know he had plans for that brand—and they most definitely included her. A chill coursed down her spine. Did he mean it as a warning or an honor?
    Brie bowed to Sir before quietly leaving the room. She let out a huge sigh once the door was closed. She was concerned about Marquis’ absence, but it was the brand that had all of her attention. She had not forgotten the day Master Coen had convinced her he was going to brand her with the school logo. She shuddered, feeling quite certain