Page 172 of Brie's Submission
“Tsk, tsk,” he joked as he helped her up. But then he ordered, “Resume the position, téa.”
She had to look down at her feet to make sure they were spread properly, because her entire body had become weak and uncooperative. Brie put her hands on the cold glass and pressed her nipples against it.Can a woman faint from coming?she wondered. She knew she was in for a hard fall the instant she heard him unzip his pants.
Slow breaths, Brie…She watched Sir’s reflection clandestinely as he positioned himself behind her. His hard cock pressed against her wet, overly excited pussy just before he thrust his full length into her, causing her nipples to rub against the cold glass.
Oh, dear God!
He grabbed her buttocks and thrust, each stroke pronounced and effective. Brie had to brace her hands against the glass to meet his fervent strokes. He made sure her nipples took the onslaught, and they rubbed up and down the chilly glass with each motion. Electrical jolts from the friction coursed straight to her groin.
She looked at Sir in the reflection, watching the concentration on his face as he delivered exactly what he wanted her to receive. Then he leaned into her, putting his hands on top of hers. She stared at their intertwined fingers, overcome by the sensuality of it.
Sir pressed her body against the glass, growling in her ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the first day I saw you.”
Brie closed her eyes and whimpered when his lips came down on her neck and he bit her as if he were a lion subduing its mate. She gave in entirely when her body embraced the chilly wave of her fourth orgasm, no longer needing to concern herself with standing. Sir held her in place with the pressure of his body against hers, his teeth still positioned on her neck. She shuddered afterwards, slowly becoming aware that her cheeks were wet with tears.
“Mine,” he stated as he pulled away from her, denying himself his own release.
Brie gasped breathlessly as she realigned herself to Sir’s specifications. Legs apart, hands on the glass, nipples touching it… She quivered all over, a bundle of spent energy. He knew how to dominate her mind, body and spirit. Even her orgasms, which she’d considered hers alone to control. It was a profound lesson indeed.
Lesson Two: The Heart
Sir directed Brie to the bathroom down the hall. “Come back to me when you are refreshed, téa.”
She smiled at him, loving the name he had given her. Brie made her way to the bathroom on noodle legs, shutting the door and leaning against the counter for support. The beautiful collar around her neck caught her eye when she looked into the mirror. Brie brushed it lightly with her fingers. She then looked down at the word he had written across her chest: ‘Mine’.
I’m Sir’s.
The thought of that sent a warm shiver through her. Brie quickly cleaned herself off, then ran her fingers through her hair and pinched her cheeks to pinken them before returning to Master.
Sir was sitting on the couch, waiting for her. He made a sweeping gesture and asked, “Where would you feel comfortable sitting?”
He was giving her a choice, but Brie knew exactly where she wanted to be. She knelt beside him on the floor, the same way she had the first night they’d spent time alone together at the Training Center. Thankfully, there was a throw beside the couch, which made the kneeling comfortable. She suspected Sir had placed it there intentionally.
Sir smiled down at her and petted her long, brown curls. “I approve of your choice,” he murmured.
“I have longed to sit beside you like this again, Master.”
She closed her eyes and reveled in the delightful sensations evoked by Sir’s hand. Each time he brushed through her hair, a burst of electrical tingles traveled down her spine. The two sat in silence, absorbing the shock of this new dynamic together—and this new life.
Brie eventually braved the question that had been burning in the back of her mind since he’d mentioned it. “Sir, may I ask you a personal question?”
“Yes, téa.”
“When you mentioned your father, you used the word ‘was’.”
“I did. However, it is not something I care to discuss tonight.”
She looked down at the floor, regretting that she’d mentioned it.
Sir commanded, “Look at me.”
Brie peeked up at Sir hesitantly.
“You are allowed to ask questions. I encourage it. But tonight I have other plans.”
Her gaze traveled to his crotch and she noticed the hardness of his shaft outlined beneath the black material. When she looked into her Master’s eyes, she saw lust reflected back.
Sir slowly unzipped his pants, releasing his rigid cock. He opened his legs wider and Brie obediently moved in between, taking his princely manhood in both hands. With slow, luscious licks and light nibbles, she loved his shaft before taking its fullness into her mouth.
