Brie Visits Master's Italy (After Graduation, #7) by Red Phoenix Page A

snapped.
    This time Brie looked her straight in the eye. “I am not being flippant, Ms. Clark.” She tried to twist out of her grasp, but the Domme’s hold was too tight.
    Ms. Clark’s eyes narrowed. “I have half a mind to take you in the back and teach you respect, Miss Bennett.”
    “Get your hand off my sub.”
    Ms. Clark instantly obeyed and addressed Sir. “I didn’t realize you were here, Sir Davis. I was simply trying to protect your property.”
    “Touching my sub is never an option, Samantha. I believe you are the one who needs the lesson in respect.”
    “I’m certain you missed the exchange between Wallace and your sub just a minute ago.”
    “No, I did not.”
    “Then you understand my concern.”
    “No.” Sir glanced at Brie. “Join Master Anderson.”
    “Yes, Master.” Brie hurried to Master Anderson’s side, wishing she had eyes in the back of her head. What was Ms. Clark thinking? Nobody touched another Dom’s sub without permission, not even trainers.
    When Brie reached him, she turned around to see Sir had one hand wrapped around Ms. Clark’s wrist to prevent her from leaving as he spoke to her. The look on the Domme’s face announced her discomfort. Obviously, whatever he was saying was upsetting to the woman.
    The Domme tried to speak several times, but Sir interrupted and continued his lecture. It pleased Brie to see it. Someone needed to put that arrogant woman in her place.
    The trainer shook her head violently, but it wasn’t until she nodded that Sir let her go.
    Sir came to Brie and announced, “Ms. Clark has something to share with you. Follow me.”
    Brie looked up at Master Anderson, who looked visibly troubled. His discomfort was alarming to her.
    She followed Sir and Ms. Clark. The Domme marched ahead of her angrily, clicking the studded heels of her thigh-high boots. Brie couldn’t help focusing on the pointed heels, noting that they looked potentially lethal.
    Ms. Clark headed to a private room with comfortable seating. She refused to sit, but gestured Brie towards a chair. Brie looked to Sir who nodded his approval. She sat down hesitantly, curious about what was about to transpire.
    “Go ahead, Samantha. Explain your past with Rytsar and how that has caused your odd fascination with my sub.”
    “I am not fascinated by your sub,” Ms. Clark protested indignantly.
    “In all the years I have known you, I have never seen you behave this erratically with a submissive before.”
    “I’ll be damned if I am going to open up about my past in front of a student, Sir Davis.”
    “Ah, but she is no longer a student. Miss Bennett is now a respected and collared sub. You seem to forget that whenever she’s around.”
    The Domme looked at Sir and pleaded, “Don’t make me do this.”
    “You brought it upon yourself.” He addressed Brie before leaving the room. “See me afterwards. I’ll be practicing with Master Anderson in the whipping area.”
    Brie let out a barely audible gasp as her pussy contracted in fear. She found her voice and replied dutifully, “My pleasure, Master.”
    When he shut the door, Brie had to control the urge to run to it and fling it back open. The resentment radiating from Ms. Clark could kill a girl.
    The Mistress sat down and crossed her legs, showing off the pointy, metal-studded tips of her lethal heels. It felt like an unspoken threat to Brie. She took heed and looked to the floor, not wanting to piss the Domme off.
    “If this must happen, then we will make it short. Despite what your Master said, I am not fascinated by you in the least. But you already know that.” She paused and added menacingly, “Don’t you?”
    Brie nodded with her head down. There was no way she would be foolish enough to disagree with the woman.
    Ms. Clark shouted to the ceiling, “God, I can’t believe he’s making me do this!”
    It was arousing to know that Sir had that kind of power over the Domme.
    “I knew Sir Davis in college. I met Rytsar Durov