Whispered Promises
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Inner Power
After several weeks and numerous therapy sessions with Dr. Reinstrum, Brie found she was still struggling.
The only thing that brought her any joy was watching her kids play. She spent hours on the floor, observing but without the energy to join them. When she heard her phone ring, she glanced at it listlessly and saw it was Lea. She let it continue to ring, not interested in talking to anyone.
Not even Lea.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore—not her friends, her films, or even her future.
Brie felt disconnected from the world as if a switch had been turned off, and all that remained was the shell of the person she once was. She didn’t recognize herself anymore.
Sir walked into the room to find her lying on the floor with her head propped up on a pillow, staring at the ceiling.
“Come, sit here with me,” he told her, walking to the couch and patting the spot beside him.
Brie pushed herself off the floor and sat down next to him, asking, “What’s this about, Sir?”
“I’ve noticed something that concerns me, and I care too much to ignore it any longer.”
She swallowed nervously, waiting for him to continue.
Caressing her cheek lightly, he explained, “Holloway intended to steal a part of you and claim it for his own.”
Brie nodded.
“In self-defense, you’ve distanced yourself from your submissive side, believing it is somehow tied to the perversity Holloway forced you to endure.” Sir smiled at her gently. “But that is not your truth, babygirl.”
With her bottom lip trembling, she whispered in desperation, “How do I get it back?”
Sir stood up and faced her. “When you are ready, Miss Bennett, you and I will scene together.”
Brie smiled the moment she heard her maiden name. It hinted to the beginning of her journey into BDSM, when she started at the Training Center.
“Although I am responsible for the scene, you will approve each tool I plan to use beforehand. I will also ask your permission whenever I switch to a new instrument during the scene. You will be in complete control.”
Brie nodded, warming up to the idea.
But Sir cautioned her. “I don’t want you to agree to our session until you are confident you are ready. The last thing we want is to set you back in any way.”
“Agreed, Sir.” She paused for a moment before asking, “Do you think it will work?”
“It may take time to rebuild the level of trust we once had, but Baron assures me it will work.”
She knew then that Sir had spoken to Baron, a Dominant who specialized in working with submissives who were victims of abuse. It renewed Brie’s hope even more.
Without that essential part of herself, it made sense that she felt completely lost. “I’m grateful to you, Sir.”
He looked down at her tenderly. “Why?”
“For anticipating my need and finding a way to fulfill it.”
He chuckled. “That’s my duty as your Dominant.”
Brie stood up and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her head against his chest. “The depth of your understanding and love astounds me.”
“I am a condor, and you are my chosen mate.”
The power behind his words humbled Brie. He had chosen her over all the other women he’d met, and his loyalty to her was unquestioned.