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

his face. Brie was captivated by the vibrant vegetables and took a slice of bright yellow bell pepper, dipping it into the olive oil seasoned with black pepper. She brought it to her lips, trying to look alluring. A drip of oil fell before she could get it into her mouth. It landed on her chest, then rolled slowly under her corset and between her breasts. She looked up, hoping Sir hadn’t noticed. The twinkle in his eyes said otherwise.
    “Take off your top, téa.”
    Brie ignored the stranger standing beside her and undid the ties, letting her corset fall to the sandy beach. Sir stood up and with his finger, he caught the trail of oil. He lifted his index finger to his lips and licked it off. “I think you would taste good covered in olive oil.”
    He sat back down and took a mushroom, dipping it into the oil. Then, smiling at Brie, he devoured it. She blushed. Sir could eat her any way he wanted…
    The chef poured them each a glass of wine, before moving back to a grill she hadn’t noticed flaming in the distance until now. Sir was right—her favorite, hands down, was the garlic bread; hard, crunchy, infused with the taste of garlic and the tanginess of olive oil. She had to stop herself from eating the whole plateful. Submissives are not greedy , she reminded herself, even if they secretly want to be.
    After several minutes, the chef returned with a covered plate. He placed it before Sir and lifted the cover with a flourish. A thick, juicy steak sat alone on the platter. It was not the pasta Brie had expected.
    Sir took the knife the chef handed him and cut into it at an angle. Brie was shocked at how red it was, like rare— really rare.
    He speared the piece of meat and held it up to admire. “ Bistecca alla Fiorentina . A simple dish that impresses the most discerning palate.”
    Sir held it out for her to eat, but she did not open her lips to take it. With trepidation, she admitted, “I don’t eat rare meat, Master.”
    He shook his head. “You have not tried this. Trust me, téa.”
    She opened her mouth, but only to please him, even though she was certain she would choke on it.
    “It is seasoned simply and grilled only for a few minutes on each side, to let the true flavor of the beef shine through,” he said as he put it in her mouth.
    Brie let the bloody meat touch her lips and held back the urge to gag. Sir was watching her intently as she chewed, so she closed her eyes to concentrate on the flavors, divorcing herself from the fact it was basically raw animal tissue. The simple salt, pepper and garlic seasoning, along with the splash of olive oil, heightened the flavor of the steak. This meat definitely had flavor, but it was delicate and melted in her mouth.
    She opened her eyes after she’d swallowed the enticing morsel. “Delicious.”
    Sir sat back with a satisfied grin. “Of course.”
    The chef took the knife from Sir and cut the rest of the meat into thin slices, then added a small bowl of white beans to the table.
    “Is it to your liking, Sir Davis?” he asked.
    “It is an excellent piece of meat. Thank you for the entire meal, Chef Sabello.”
    “My pleasure. I would do anything for the son of Alonzo.”
    Sir nodded gratefully.
    Chef Sabello poured the last of the wine, made a small bow and walked into the darkness, leaving them alone on the secluded beach.
    Sir scooped up a forkful of beans and said, “ Fagioli bianchi are a bit like your mashed potatoes, a required accompaniment of the meal.”
    Brie took her own forkful of white beans to taste. Like everything else she had eaten that night, it was simple. A little bit of salt, oil and garlic, with a savory herb she couldn’t identify. The simplicity of it made the ingredients stand out all the more.
    “I love everything about this meal, Master. I’ve never had anything like it.”
    He chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure you were expecting pasta, possibly a meatball or two.”
    Brie giggled, instantly thinking of the animated movie Lady