Page 102 of Brie's Submission
Her Dom stated, “We will leave.”
He guided her off the stool and walked her out of the bar. Brie turned to see the bartender silencing Raven before he could cause a scene.
“I’m sorry. I thought he…” Brie began.
“I found it amusing, or I wouldn’t have let it continue.” Her Dom stopped and turned Brie to face him. “Look at me,” he commanded.
Brie let her gaze trail up his torso, noting the expensive business suit and his striped tie before her eyes beheld his face. His sandy hair was cut military-style, but what demanded her attention was the fact that her Master’s right cheek was caved in and a patch covered his eye. Before she could respond, he said, “Injury. You will not speak of it.”
She nodded, focusing on his soft lips. Despite his facial deformity, he had kind lips. “What shall I call you?”
“What my men did. Captain.”
“Yes, Captain.”
He put his hand on her back and guided her towards the elevator. “The cretin was correct. The flowerisa nice touch. You look lovely, pet.”
“Thank you, Captain. The clothes are exquisite, as is the bracelet.” She held up her wrist to admire it again.
“I like my pets to wear a reminder of their position.”
“It is beautifully effective, Captain.”
He walked her to the door of his room. “When you enter I want you to take off your shoes and stand by the bed.” He swung the door open and ushered her inside.
Brie followed his command, wondering with trepidation what he had in mind when she saw the chain attached to the bedpost.
He came up behind her and unzipped the dress, then let it slip slowly to the floor. Then he unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. He caressed her breasts, playing with and tugging on her nipples until he’d made her drip with need for him.
Captain kissed her shoulder lightly before kneeling and attaching the metal cuff to her ankle. He stood up and informed Brie, “You will remain chained to the bed for the duration of our time together.”
She gazed at his face, wanting to say something but knowing it was not her right. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on a chair. She noticed numerous scars over his chest, probably caused by shrapnel. She felt an overwhelming sense of compassion and blurted without thinking, “May I kiss them, Captain?”
The indignant look on his face made her cringe. He said nothing, but moved to an overstuffed lounge chair and sat down. He looked at her dismissively. “You should know that I wanted the blonde, but my friend insisted you would be a better fit.”
Brie knew she had offended him and accepted his insult. “With all due respect, Captain, I have found that the outer shell doesn’t matter much.”
He shook his head with a bemused look. “Touché.” He patted his knee and commanded, “Kneel at my feet, pet.”
The chain rattled as she moved towards him. It was long enough for her to accommodate his wishes. She knelt beside him and he began stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of his fingers running through her long curls. He spent a considerable amount of time petting her hair in silence. Eventually, however, he stopped and she heard him unzip his pants.
“Suck my cock, pet.”
Brie moved between his legs and grasped his hard shaft. She wrapped her lips around him and slowly took the length of his manhood into her mouth.
“I like it slow and gentle.”
She moaned in response and moved her hair out of the way so he could watch her pink lips go down on his maleness. He shifted into a more relaxed position and let her work his cock for what seemed like an hour. She’d never taken that long to love a man’s shaft. Heck, she’d never had a man last that long before. By the time he ordered her to sit on his lap, her mouth and tongue were sore from her concentrated effort to please him.
Brie crawled onto his lap to the clinking sound of the chain. He slid her pussy down over his hard shaft, pushing himself deep into her, then instructed her not to move. “Look at me, pet.”
She stared into his good eye and smiled warmly. It didn’t matter that he was disfigured; the man had a gentle soul. But she could tell he needed something more from her, so she moved her hands behind his head to undo the ties of his patch. “May I, Captain?”
He stiffened and she wondered if she’d overstepped her bounds again, but to her relief he answered quietly, “Yes.”
Brie slowly undid the ties and removed the patch from his face. Underneath was a sunken eyelid, healed shut. She leaned over and kissed it lightly.
She heard his intake of breath as he grabbed her hips and his shaft started pulsating inside her. He threw his head back and groaned softly. When his orgasm had subsided, he looked at her questioningly, cradling her cheek in his hand. “Why did you do that, pet?”
