Brie Pleases her New Master (After Graduation, #1) Read Online Free Page A

burner and proceeded to whip and fold the egg mixture, sneaking glances at Sir while she worked. He remained stoic, but Brie swore she saw a slight smirk.
    No matter. This morning she would prove to him that she could cook—omelets, at least. She poured the eggs onto the bubbling butter in the pan and turned to Sir. “What would you like in your omelet, Sir?”
    “Put in whatever you assume I’d like.”
    She nodded. His odd answer made her feel a bit anxious over her choice, but she went ahead and sprinkled in a little chive, ham and sharp cheddar cheese. She swirled it around, noticing that the cheese was burning on the sides of the pan. Crap, I’m supposed to wait to add cheese!
    Her nerves hit and she froze. It was ruined. She hesitated before tossing it in the trash so she could start again. Sir said nothing.
    Brie began the process again. She almost burnt the butter, but saved it in the nick of time. She added the proper ingredients and mixed it up before putting it down to wait for it to set. Everything looked good; this would be a perfect omelet. She could just see the proud gleam in Sir’s eyes when he tasted it.
    She went to pick up the pan to swirl it, not noticing that Sir was behind her until he grabbed her wrist and turned her around. He lifted her onto the cold granite counter and began unbuttoning the shirt.
    Brie glanced over at the eggs nervously. They would be ruined if she didn’t get them off the stove now, but Sir was slow and deliberate as he unfastened the last button and slowly slid his shirt off her shoulders.
    He kissed her on the collarbone and then slowly made a trail down between her breasts. The whole time, Brie stared anxiously at the eggs, but she quickly returned her attention to him when he looked up. Sir gave her a mischievous smile and kissed her on the lips.
    When he pulled away, she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Sir, the eggs…”
    He lifted her chin up and kissed her again, as if he hadn’t heard. The unpleasant smell of burnt egg began to swirl around her nostrils. Her perfect omelet was ruined.
    Without breaking the kiss, Sir pushed the pan off the burner and turned it off. Then he pulled away from her, wearing a serious expression. He lifted Brie off the counter, removing the shirt completely before asking her to sit.
    Brie didn’t know what was happening, but it was obvious she had failed somehow.
    Sir sat across the table from her and stared at Brie for several moments before speaking. “Do you know what you did wrong, téa?”
    She blushed and whispered, “I burnt your eggs, Sir.”
    “No.”
    Brie looked up at him, now suddenly far more alarmed. “Sir, did I pick the wrong ingredients?”
    He shook his head once. “No. Apparently, you are unaware that you have made three grievous errors this morning.”
    Her lips trembled. How? What could she have done wrong when all she’d wanted to do was impress him?
    “Shall I explain?” he asked.
    Brie looked down at the glass tabletop to avoid his disappointed stare. “Please, Sir.”
    “Look at me.”
    She forced herself to look up and meet his solemn gaze.
    “First, you left my bed without permission. A grave error on your part that shall not happen again. Second, you disobeyed a direct order.”
    She shook her head in disagreement. “No, Sir, I would never—”
    He looked at her sternly. “Last night I told you that you were only to wear the collar.”
    She opened her mouth to protest but then nodded, realizing that he had. “Yes, you did, Sir.” She looked down at her feet, completely mortified. “I am sorry, Sir. I deserve to be punished.”
    “Why did you disobey me?”
    “I assumed it was a command only meant for the moment.” She bit her lip to stop it from trembling. Once Brie had regained her composure, she added, “I never meant to disobey you, Sir. Please know that.”
    “I accept your apology. See that it does not happen again.”
    “Never, Sir.”
    “Never is a long time, my little sub.