Page 174 of Brie's Submission
She waited, listening to the sound of his breathing behind her. Sir eventually broke the silence with his low, compelling voice. “The dark allows for a more intense connection, both of us dependent on senses other than sight.”
The experience reminded her of the hood that Master Anderson had used on her once. However, this was far more alluring because Sir would be equally challenged. The thought thoroughly aroused her.
Brie felt his hand begin caressing her thigh. He said nothing as he ran his fingers over her skin slowly, sensually. He explored her body, taking in every part as he found his way into every untouched crevice—between toes, behind knees, the sensitive area behind her ears, and even her unbearably ticklish armpits. Nothing escaped his scrutiny.
His warm hands glided over her ass, grasping and releasing, kneading her buttocks lustfully. “I love the flesh of a woman’s ass. Pliable…sensuous…irresistible.”
Brie purred softly in response.
He traced the letters he had written on her chest after the collaring as if he could see them. The individual letters tingled even after he removed his finger. Sir then placed her hand on his own chest, where she had written her word.
“Master, yes, but for this session you will call me Sir,” he commanded.
She was curious what he had in mind, but answered quietly, “My pleasure, Sir.”
As if he knew her thoughts, he added, “Everything I do has a purpose, a simple lesson for you to learn. What was the lesson of the window?”
She swallowed hard before replying, “Even my orgasms answer to you.”
“Good.” Sir found her lips with his fingers, leaned over her and kissed Brie on the lips. “Now I will teach you another.”
Brie felt him cup her buttocks in his strong hands. Sir gently pushed her up the angled back of the chair as he climbed between her legs. “Tuck in your legs, téa.”
As soon as she did, the smooth head of his shaft rested against her sex.
Still cradling her ass, he pressed his cock into her. Gravity helped the depth of his penetration as he lowered her down onto his shaft. “The beauty of the Tantra chair is that it allows for the perfect angle,” he murmured, his cock nestling deep inside her.
“Sir…” she gasped as he began rolling his pelvis, using his hands to support her. Brie slid up and down the back of the chair effortlessly as he thrust his shaft into her, hitting the perfect spot with each stroke.
He sought out her lips again, the kisses tender. When he broke away his warm breath caressed her ear. “I shall make love to you now.” His lips returned to her mouth. Both his tongue and his cock expressed his deep passion for her.
Sir’s lovemaking was an ethereal experience. Brie soaked in the emotional wave of it even as her body responded to his skill and expertise. She prayed it would never end. “I love you, Sir, with all my heart.”
Instead of giving a verbal response, he surprised her by leaning over the side of the chair to pick up something from the floor. “Give me your left wrist.”
Brie lifted it to him and felt Sir’s hand trail up her arm to her wrist. He joined them together with a soft cord without the aid of light and announced, “We are bound together as one.” His warm lips pressed against the binding before he lifted their hands over her head, holding her firm. He kissed her deeply then, thrusting with slow, fluid movements.
Brie was overcome by the profound gesture and opened herself completely to her Master, holding nothing back as he claimed her heart. He made love to her tenderly while he held her captive. It was the best of all worlds and for the first time she felt utterly…complete.
Sir growled in her ear just before his cock swelled and the powerful surges began, filling her body and soul with his masculine essence. She responded with a gentle orgasm of her own. It was like sweet ambrosia.
Sir slipped his free hand under the small of her back and pressed her to him possessively afterwards. They lay there in the dark; the only sound was their labored breathing. She matched hers to his and reveled in the added connection. Alone, bound together, skin against skin… Held in his tight embrace, Brie knew with confidence she would never love another as deeply as Sir—his claiming was complete.
Misguided Service
Brie woke up before daybreak to the sound of Sir’s relaxed breathing beside her. She was tempted to pinch herself. Here she was, sleeping next to Sir, inhisbed. Brie lay in the dark, drinking in the moment.
When he rolled over, she quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. She was determined to make him the best damn omelet known to man. She shivered as she tiptoed through his dark apartment, the chill of the marble freezing her toes.
When Brie reached the kitchen, she flicked on the light in the hallway and glanced over at the red lounger, a smile playing across her lips. Last night, Sir had taught her that he commanded not only her body, but also her heart. She sighed happily and scanned the panoramic view of the city. Considerably fewer lights than before twinkled below as LA prepared for the beginning of a new day. She caught a glimpse of Sir’s white shirt on the floor beside the couch. Brie walked over and picked it up, crushing it to her chest to drink in his smell.
Brie purred, loving the sexy feel of his shirt wrapped around her naked frame as she buttoned it up. The shirt hung down, barely covering her ass. Its thin material provided little protection from the cold, but the knowledge it was Sir’s warmed her immensely.
She returned to the stylish kitchen to assemble the ingredients. His kitchen was clean and artfully decorated, like the rest of his house. Black granite countertops, stainless steel appliances and recessed lighting made it look like it belonged in a magazine. It was a bit intimidating, but Brie refused to be deterred.
She was delighted to see there was a whole carton of eggs. Plenty to make a mistake or two… She then searched through the fridge to gather the rest of the ingredients. Brie set them out before her and replayed the recipe in her mind, going over each step. She found an appropriate pan, bowl, and whisk, making only the tiniest of noises, being extra careful not to wake Sir. She sat down at his small, round kitchen table and waited for Master to wake up. Unfortunately, she was feeling too anxious to sit for long.
Brie decided it would be wise to do a quick run-through first. She cracked the eggs and separated them like a pro. She got the pan heating while she whipped up the egg whites. In no time, she had a fluffy, expertly cooked omelet sitting on a plate.Wouldn’t Marquis be proud?
