Brie Surrenders her Heart (After Graduation, #8) by Red Phoenix Read Free Book Online

himself against the thickest part of the log.
    Brie gasped when she saw Master Coen clean off the area above Sir’s heart before picking up a second brand from the fire.
    Sir smiled down at Brie. “Why are you surprised? I would never ask you to do something that I was unwilling to do myself.”
    All the pain she’d been suffering melted away momentarily as she watched Headmaster Coen approach Sir with the new brand. Instead of a capital ‘T’, it was lowercase to represent Sir’s name for her.
    “Can I hold your hand, Master?” Brie whispered, suddenly overcome with emotion.
    “Yes, téa.”
    She took his right hand and cradled it in both of hers. He gazed down at Brie with an aura of calm. “I wear this brand as a reminder to you of your place.”
    “Brace yourself,” Master Coen ordered, just before he positioned the brand over Sir’s chest muscle and pressed the metal onto the skin above his heart. Sir squeezed Brie’s hand hard, but his gaze did not waver and no sound escaped his lips.
    The smell of burning hair and skin greeted Brie’s nostrils, making her feel woozy. When Master Coen pulled away, Sir let out an energetic grunt and roared, “Fuuuuck!”
    He grabbed the back of Brie’s neck with his right hand and sought out her lips. He kissed her deeply, stealing the breath from her lungs with his passion.
    “Davis, I need to dress the area,” Master Coen stated, interrupting their impassioned embrace.
    Sir reluctantly pulled away and grinned down at her, his eyes flashing with lustful excitement. “Always the caretaker, isn’t he?”
    As he cooled the area before placing on the bandage, Master Coen said dryly, “It’s what makes me the perfect headmaster. I don’t let my emotions get in the way of my duty.”
    Sir snorted. “Although you may be right in some instances, it does make you a stick-in-the-mud. You might want to loosen up a bit, Headmaster Coen.”
    Master Coen shook his head as he handed Sir the ibuprofen and water. “Says the man who was forced to quit the position because he let his emotions get the better of him.”
    Sir stated emphatically, “Smartest thing I ever did, Coen.”
    His lips met Brie’s again. She closed her eyes and let herself fly through the swirling emotions of love and agony, proud of the fact she now carried the mark of her Master.

Exchanging Places

    T he weeks following the branding had a sweetness to them. Even though her brand was excruciatingly painful, each day involved a ritual Brie cherished. She would clean and dress Sir’s burn and he, in turn, would care for hers.
    It involved lathering the branded area, carefully removing any discharge before rinsing off and patting the skin dry. Sir did it with such tenderness that it reminded Brie of an aftercare session, and she found that time they spent together pleasurable, which offset the pain.
    The day Headmaster Coen gave them both a clean bill of health and declared the first stage of healing complete, Sir surprised Brie with a unique challenge as soon as they returned home.
    He placed cuffs, rope, and a Wartenberg wheel on the table next to the Tantra chair and held out the blindfold. “Tonight, we switch roles.”
    Brie felt butterflies as she took the blindfold from him. “I get to be in control, Sir?”
    “Yes, téa.”
    She looked up at her Master and asked, “Why?”
    “As a Dominant, it is crucial to experience submission to understand the psychology behind the dynamic. I believe that for a submissive, it is equally important to understand the role of the Dominant.”
    She glanced at the blindfold in her hand, her loins stirring at the thought.
    Sir continued, “I am curious what you have learned and how you will use that knowledge tonight.”
    Brie said confidently, “I have had only the best teachers, Sir. I am positive you will enjoy the experience.”
    He leaned over and stroked her mound as he growled into her ear, “Dominate me.”
    She groaned, her pussy moistening his fingers