Page 147 of Brie's Submission
“Yes,” Sir said as he removed the fur and untied Brie’s wrists. “Pleasure your victor with your mouth, girl.”
Ah, Thomas…But a much sexier version compared to her fantasy.
She knelt on the cement in her beautiful dress before the fearsome fighter. The man jerked down his shorts, exposing a throbbing, hard cock. She hesitantly grasped his shaft, in keeping with her virgin persona, and tentatively licked the head of his manhood in front of the now hushed crowd.
Brie inhaled his musky scent, getting off on the manly aroma. She lightly fluttered her tongue across his frenulum and felt his body stiffen. Then she took his meaty shaft into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her farther onto his cock. Luckily, Brie was experienced enough to take his enthusiastic handling. She whimpered softly on his manhood, lightly caressing his balls with her hand.
He wasn’t satisfied with a blow job, however, and pushed her onto all fours, hiking up her dress. She fully expected to feel his shaft ram into her, but Sir heaved him off her. “No!”
Sir helped Brie off the ground, straightening her dress and brushing off her knees before he turned to the stunned fighter. “Never take more than you are offered.”
Brie stood there quietly as he placed the fur back over her shoulders and walked her out. He murmured in her ear as they were leaving, “Although that proved entertaining, I am not sure you are worthy yet.” He nodded to a young male selling tickets at the entrance. The gossamer blond with an angelic face immediately handed over the tickets and cash to another employee and followed them out.
Brie’s heart was racing. The boy had to be her ‘priest’.
Sir escorted her back to the limousine and helped her inside. The boy was directed to the back to watch while Sir sat beside Brie. He looked her over critically, as if he were still deciding her merit. “If I do not find you pleasing, the evening will end.”
She swallowed hard, unsure if he was acting or if he actually meant it. “I long to please you, Khan.”
“Lie down, girl. Let me examine your feminine wares.”
Brie lay down on the leather seat that stretched the length of the limo. Sir moved closer and slowly ran his hand up her leg. She tried to look into his eyes, but he was focused on watching his hand move up her thigh. He lifted the hem, exposing her bare mound. She felt a rush of heat as he stared at her lustfully. “A fine flower, ripe for the picking.”
His hands went to the zipper between her breasts. With deliberate precision, he pulled it down one link at a time. His agonizing slowness made the reveal that much more exciting. When he finally pulled the material aside, Brie gasped. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he caressed her lace-covered breasts and trailed his fingers down her stomach.
“You are beautiful, girl, but are you appropriately responsive?” Sir’s hand moved between her legs and petted her sex. Brie bit her lip and resisted the urge to press against his hand, determined to continue her role as a virgin.
Sir reached into his jacket and pulled out a velvet box. “A test.” He opened it and held up a long strand of pearls. He placed the strand over either side of her clit and pulled the necklace taut so that the pearls caressed both sides of her sensitive nub, then he slowly pulled the strand down. Each individual pearl rubbed against her clit as it passed. She appreciated the length of the necklace as she squirmed under its sensual caress. When he reached the end, he repositioned it and dragged it down again. Brie moaned softly in pleasure, trying not to behave as wantonly as she felt.
He held up the strand of pearls and twisted them once, then placed them over her head and laid them on her chest. She felt the moistness of her excitement on the jewelry.
Sir slipped his hand in between her eager pussy lips, his fingers sliding over her clit leisurely. She tried to remain still in order to pass the ‘test’, although she coveted his touch.
“Girl, it’s time to expose the truth.” She whimpered when he slowly inserted his middle finger inside her. He swirled it over the smooth walls of her vagina and her body inadvertently moved with him, ravenous for his attention. “For an innocent, you are exceedingly wet.”
“You have that effect on me, Sir,” she whispered.
With his finger stroking her from the inside, he corrected, “Khan.”
Brie blushed, realizing she’d slipped out of character. She licked her lips, ready to apologize, when he hit her G-spot. She groaned, her body automatically arching in pleasure. A fire instantly ignited, one she did not have control over. She shook her head, trying to keep the orgasm at bay. It was too soon, since she was playing a virgin. “No, no…”
“Do not deny me.”
She opened her eyes and looked into Sir’s as the chill took over and her nipples hardened. A small cry escaped her lips as her muscles caressed his finger in their undulating rhythm. He growled under his breath, his eyes gleaming with lust.
He pulled his finger out and tasted her. “Sweet as an innocent should be.”
Brie lay there staring at him, totally enamored by the man. Again, she thought Sir might take her then, but he instructed her to dress. She sat up and slowly zipped her gown. “Pearls underneath,” Sir instructed.
She glanced at the boy, who had witnessed the whole scene. He stared at her intently, but remained where he was.
Sir tied her wrists behind her back again and covered her shoulders with the fur. The limousine pulled up to an opulent theater famous for its operatic performances. Sir helped Brie out of the vehicle and told the young man to follow.
It thrilled Brie to be bound in public and not have anyone aware of it. People nodded at the attractive couple, with no idea of the plans Sir had for Brie. She held her head up proudly, honored to be seen with Sir, excited to be his submissive for the evening.
He took her to a private box and ushered the boy in. He directed Brie to the seat nearest the stage. Sir sat next to her and the young man stood in the shadows. Brie wondered when Sir would reveal the boy’s purpose.
Sir leaned over and slid the fur off her shoulders before untying her wrists. “Have you been to an opera before?”
