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could not identify. He cleared his throat and said hoarsely, “You should know I will not be the one to do it. Master Coen is the only one I trust to brand you.”
    She looked down to hide her smile, pleased her request had been granted.
    Sir helped Brie to her feet. “This is as significant as a collaring, téa. I leave it up to you whether you want witnesses.”
    Brie wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest. “Sir, I would like it to be just us, under the stars.”
    He crushed her against him, but said nothing for several moments. Sir’s voice was gruff with emotion when he spoke again. “I will give you a week to reconsider, téa. The passion you feel now may lose its luster as the date approaches.”
    “With all due respect, Sir, I don’t think that will happen.”
    His fingers lightly caressed the small of her back—the area to be branded. His touch left her lightheaded and tingly all over. Brie sighed in contentment. “I love you, Master…”

    The night of the branding, Brie felt nothing but peace. There was no question in her mind that this was what she wanted. She’d been curious as to whether the fear of the hot iron would deter her from going through with it, but the reality was that the pain was what attracted her to the act. It wasn’t a case of needing the pain for pain’s sake; it was the challenge it presented. She wanted to make a great sacrifice to Sir. Even though she was not a masochist, if the act wasn’t painful, it would cheapen the gift.
    Brie felt akin to a Native American warrior as they drove out to meet Master Coen. She was out to prove her worth by way of a trial she had willingly accepted. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
    Sir took her to a secluded beach under the stars where the muscle-bound Headmaster Coen stood waiting for them beside a fire ring with red hot coals.
    Brie briefly glanced at the flames and saw the iron rod nestled in the coals. For the first time she felt a quiver of fear and found it strangely exhilarating.
    “Good evening, Davis.” He nodded to Brie. “Miss Bennett.”
    Sir held out his hand. “Thank you for coming tonight.”
    “I am honored to be part of such a sacred event.”
    “Yes, thank you, Headmaster Coen,” Brie echoed. “It eases my mind, as you and I have been through this once before.”
    He chuckled lightly. “Unlike last time, Miss Bennett, there will be no mind-fuck. If you get cold feet, you have only to say the word up until the moment the hot iron touches your skin. After that point, I will be committed to giving you a proper brand.”
    Brie took a nervous breath, the weight of what she was about to do hitting her full force. “I will do everything in my power not to move when that time comes, Master Coen.”
    “The branding itself is a quick process, but you’ll find the challenge comes in the healing afterwards. It will take months for the burns to settle down and up to a year for the brand to heal. You also run the risk of infection. Do you understand what you are committing to?”
    “I do, Master Coen. I understand and accept the risks.”
    “Fine.” Master Coen turned to Sir. “I’m satisfied.”
    “Good.” Sir then asked Brie, “Would you like to have a drink in honor of your courage before or after your branding?”
    Hearing the word ‘branding’ spoken so casually caused her loins to contract in fearful pleasure.
    I’m really going to do this…
    “Afterwards, Sir. I want to be fully aware. I need to embrace this experience, body and soul.”
    Sir pulled a gag from his pocket. Brie had requested it, feeling it would give her a sense of control to be able to bite down on the cloth and muffle any screams she might make.
    Brie turned and opened her mouth, allowing him to tie it securely in place. Afterwards, Sir turned her back to face him, cupping her cheeks in his warm palms. He stared deep into her eyes, caressing her soul with his intense gaze. When he seemed satisfied with