Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4) Read Online Free PDF

exquisite—and yet…
    Brie walked out of the bedroom with a confident stride that spoke of her assurance as a cherished submissive. When Sir saw her, there was a slight moment of obvious surprise, and then his lips curled upwards in pleasure.
    “My student.”
    Brie glided up to him dressed in her Submissive Training uniform: the leather corset, short skirt and her thigh-highs with six-inch heels. Tonight, per his request, she had forgone the red thong underneath.
    “Are you pleased, Master?”
    He kissed her in answer, reaching under her leather skirt. Brie ground against his hand. Sir licked his finger afterwards, smiling sensually before picking up a velvet box from the counter.
    Inside were the pearls that he’d given Brie the night he’d scened with her as ‘Khan’. Sir placed the strand around her neck, letting it hang between her breasts. “Perfection, téa.”
    Sir went to get dressed himself and left her with the instructions, “While you wait, I want you to come up with a use for those pearls tonight.”
    Brie played with the pearls around her neck, a sly smile forming on her lips. She knew exactly how she would use them.
    It was her turn to look surprised when he came back out. He was dressed in the same tux he’d worn the night he’d collared her. Seeing him walk towards her in the black Italian suit made her knees weak. “You look beautiful, Sir.”
    He cocked his head. “Beautiful? That’s not a word I hear often.” He chuckled as he took her evening coat from the hook in the hallway and slipped it over her shoulders. Sir whispered in her ear, “Still my elegant property.”
    Brie purred. When she had played out the scene with Sir as her Khan, it had been exciting but full of emotional angst. This time the barriers were gone; she was simply a devoted sub in the hands of her Master.
    “I love you, Master.”
    He cupped her chin. “I don’t think you know the depth of my feelings for you.”
    Chills ran down her spine as she looked into his eyes. Unlike Marquis’ gaze that bore into her soul, Sir’s called to her like a perilous song, inviting her to lose herself completely.
    He walked her out of the building to a waiting limousine. She smiled and pressed herself against him as they waited for the chauffeur to open the door. Brie remembered the last limousine ride, one that had been full of passion but had ended in utter frustration.
    Not tonight…
    Brie slid onto the long leather bench seat, feeling lightheaded with expectation. Sir joined her, putting his hand on her thigh, but he remained silent. For the entire ride he did not speak. He simply stared at her with a look of longing and some unknown emotion—an almost raw vulnerability. It reminded her of their first time alone together.
    Her heart started to race. What could it mean? She met his gaze, asking silently, What are you trying to tell me, Sir?
    The limo stopped on the coast at a quiet area of beach. Sir helped her out of the car and escorted her towards the water on path of red tiles that had been laid out artfully for them. The footpath led to a lone table in the sand, surrounded by fiery tiki torches. A man dressed like a chef stood with a chair pulled out for her.
    Brie smiled. “What’s this, Master?”
    “A quiet Italian meal by the ocean,” he replied.
    Brie sat down to the elegantly set table and stared across it as her Master sat down. This was too much—something extraordinary was happening tonight. She could feel it in her bones.
    The chef removed covers from two plates, one with small grilled pieces of bread, and the other with colorful vegetables and a small bowl of oil. Sir pointed to the bread, “ Fettunta , spread with olive oil, grilled with garlic rubbed on top. Best garlic bread you’ll ever taste.” He pointed to the other. “ Pinizimonio , fresh vegetables to dip in the seasoned olive oil.”
    “It looks delicious, Master.”
    Sir picked up a slice of bread and consumed it with a look of rapture on