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

through him. There was chemistry. Only barrier—he is a Dominant and so am I. It makes for a difficult partnering.”
    Ms. Clark seemed to be waiting for Brie to respond, so she said quietly, “I can only imagine, Mistress.”
    The trainer snorted angrily. “I was confident in my role as a Dominatrix and I was young…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “I made a critical mistake one night.” The room filled with the woman’s rising anxiety.
    Was Ms. Clark going to cry?
    But Brie’s former trainer cleared her throat and finished with a simple statement. “Needless to say, it ended my chances with him.” She sighed as if she was relieved her short speech was over.
    Brie dared to look up and ask, “But what does that have to do with me?”
    Ms. Clark’s face contorted in revulsion. “When Sir Davis announced that he was inviting Rytsar to the first auction I couldn’t wait to see what he would do with someone so inexperienced and disobedient. But something happened that night.” She looked at Brie with a death glare. “What did he see in you ? You’re nothing special! You’re a failure as a submissive and yet you had him wrapped around your finger—the renowned Rytsar. You had them all eating out of your hand. It was unfathomable to me!”
    Ms. Clark got up and stood over Brie, raining down her animosity in palpable waves. Brie trembled under the weight of it. “If you ever tell anyone what I’ve shared here, I will permanently hurt you. I don’t care about the consequences. Do you understand?”
    Brie had to swallow down her fear to answer. “Yes, Mistress.”
    “So run along to your Master, you worthless cunt.”
    Brie got up and made a beeline towards the door.
    Ms. Clark laughed behind her. “Maybe this was cathartic for me after all. I will have to thank Sir Davis.”
    Brie’s heart was racing as she made her way back to Sir. She tried to act calm although her interaction with Ms. Clark had been both terrifying and enlightening.
    “Did she explain it to your satisfaction, Brie?”
    She nodded, wanting desperately to enclose herself in his protective embrace. “I understand now, Sir. Thank you.”
    Ms. Clark sauntered up behind Brie. “Miss Bennett proved to be an apt listener. It actually feels good to get that off my chest.” Her red lips curled up into a dangerous smile.
    “You will not mistreat my sub again, Samantha.” Sir lowered his voice so passersby would not overhear. “I tell you this as a friend. We all assumed once Miss Bennett finished training, you would return to your professional demeanor. That has not been the case. Should you continue to struggle in this area, I will be obligated to advise Headmaster Coen to rethink your tenure.”
    Ms. Clark raised her head proudly. “I assure you that is unnecessary.”
    “I’m aware that Miss Bennett challenges you. Frankly, she seems to have that effect on people. But that in no way excuses your appalling behavior. Now apologize to my sub. It is apparent you upset her during your talk .”
    Ms. Clark rolled her head from side to side, cracking her neck before replying. “As you wish, Sir Davis.”
    Again Brie felt a surge of excitement knowing that her Master held that kind of power over the Domme.
    Ms. Clark turned to Brie. “I apologize for being blunt.”
    Sir immediately corrected her. “Being blunt is acceptable, and something that would not have upset her.” Brie loved that Sir knew her so well.
    Ms. Clark insisted, “I needed to be clear that speaking about what I shared is not acceptable.”
    Sir’s eyes narrowed. “It was unnecessary to threaten my sub, Samantha. A simple, ‘You are not allowed to share this’ would have sufficed. Brie is obedient.”
    Ms. Clark opened her mouth to protest, but Sir stopped her. “The fact she looks you in the eye on occasion does not reflect on her character as a person. She would honor your request without question.”
    The Domme clamped her mouth shut and glared at Brie. She