Whispered Promises

Tingles coursed through her body. “I stand corrected.”

He winked at her before glancing at his watch. “Anderson should be here in a few minutes. Take this time to ready yourself mentally for the scene ahead.”

“I will, Sir.”

After she watched his office door close, Brie went to kneel in the foyer to await his arrival. She closed her eyes, remembering the first time she’d met Master Anderson at the Training Center. He had been invited to serve on the panel in a temporary position because he planned on starting up a new training center in Colorado.

At the time nobody could have guessed that Master Anderson would soon take Sir’s place on the panel after Thane stepped down as Headmaster to collar Brie at the end of her training.

Brie stilled those thoughts, concentrating instead on the scene about to take place. Although Master Anderson was incredibly funny and known for his practical jokes, when it came to playing out a BDSM scene together, he was a demanding Master.

It made submitting to him exhilarating and a little scary. She didn’t want to disappoint him—or herself. To prepare, Brie not only knelt by the front door but also chose a pose that signified her willingness to submit.

When the doorbell rang, she stood up gracefully, her whole focus centered on serving Master Anderson well. Opening the door, she bowed her head. “Welcome, Master Anderson.”

“Hello, young Brie,” he replied warmly. “Do you mind taking this bag from me?”

Brie glanced up to see he was holding a grocery bag out to her while juggling a ton of others with his other hand.

“Of course! I’d be happy to take more.”

“One should do,” he assured her, as he followed her inside. “I swear I’ve been to every corner of LA this morning getting the supplies I need.”

She set his bag down on the counter. “You didn’t need to go to all of that trouble.”

“This is an important occasion,” he stated, setting all his bags down. “I understand the significance of our scene today.” Putting his hand over his heart, he told her, “I am honored that you chose me.”

She bowed low at his feet. “I must thank you again for your help rescuing me, Master Anderson.”

When he didn’t say anything, Brie looked up and noticed he had tears in his eyes.

He quickly turned and swiped them away, saying in a gruff voice, “You may stand and serve your Master now.”

Brie watched as he set a huge variety of fresh ingredients on the counter. He had also brought a small pillow and a bouquet of flowers.

She caught Shadow gliding down the stairs as if he were on the prowl. He snuck up to the kitchen, crouching low, his tail swishing back and forth.

“Don’t think I don’t see you there, blacky,” Master Anderson told the cat. “You can stare me down all you want.” He waved around the chef’s knife in his hand. “But, I’m the Master in this kitchen today.”

Shadow seemed unimpressed by his declaration and glanced at Brie, blinking his yellow eyes slowly.

“I’m good,” Brie told the cat with a grin.

Without looking back at Master Anderson, Shadow turned and walked down the hallway to the stairs.

“He’s kind of become my watch-cat,” she explained.

“Well, I can’t hold that against the cuss,” he replied with a wink.

“May I help, Master?” Brie asked.

“For now, you have only one duty.”

“What’s that?” she asked, eager to fulfill it.

Master Anderson turned to face her as he took off his cowboy hat and ripped off his shirt. Placing the hat back on his head, he flexed his chest muscles. “Admire your Master while he works his magic in the kitchen.”

Brie immediately sat on a nearby barstool and rested her chin on her folded hands, happy to admire his fine body. “I remember being mesmerized by your cooking skills when I stayed with you in Denver.”