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He stroked her long hair and replied in a deceptively soothing voice, “Useless, yes, but not hopeless.”
His sense of humor was brutal and she loved it. Brie was about to object, when he gave her a direct command. “Take a quick shower and ready yourself for me.”
Those words were music to her ears. “My pleasure, Sir!” she replied, jumping off his lap and heading straight for the shower.
Lesson Three: A Matter of Ego
In less than a half hour Brie was washed, shaved, and primped. She opened the bathroom door and called out his name. “Sir?”
He answered with a low, sultry, “Come,” from the front of the apartment. Brie glided over the smooth marble, wanting to make a favorable impression. Since she wasn’t capable of cooking, she damn well would make up for it with her other skills.Man does not live on bread alone!
Sir was waiting for her beside the red chaise with a silver chain in his hand. She followed the trail of links down and saw that it was attached to a leg of the chair. “Kneel before me, téa.”
Kneel before me, goddess…
Sir certainly had a way with words. Brie bowed before him and willingly accepted the cuff he secured around her ankle. “You will not be released until the lesson has been learned.”
She looked up at him questioningly. “What lesson, Master?”
He smiled. “That is for you to figure out.”
Brie had to hide her frustration. Mr. Gallant’s upfront method of teaching was so much easier and involved a much smaller chance of failure.
Sir read her like a book. “You are no longer at the Training Center. Lessons will not be spoon-fed to you. Growth must be earned.”
She bowed low, her head touching the floor. “I understand, Master.” Then she added softly, “But I don’t want to fail you.”
Brie squealed when he picked her up. He held her so that she was eye to eye with him. “You cannot fail unless you are unwilling to try.”
“Yes, Master.”
His intense look communicated confidence in her abilities, and her fears receded. He set her back on the ground and slipped off his boxers.
Sir lay down on the lounger and motioned her to him. The clinking sound of the chain echoed through the room as she moved to straddle him. She couldn’t help thinking of her Auction Day when she’d played Captain’s pet. It brought a smile to her lips, but she let go of the memory. Brie looked down at her handsome Dom now, her heart bursting with pride that she was his—and his alone.
The red lounger was so narrow that both her feet touched the floor when she straddled him. It was a different position already, heightening the sense of adventure the chain already inspired.
“This first part of the lesson is easy. Make love to your Master.”
Her eyes widened as she realized he was giving her free rein over his body. “Anything I want, Master?”
“Unless I tell you to stop.”
Brie immediately leaned over to kiss him. All those weeks in class she had watched those lips, fantasized about them, and now they were hers for the taking. She lightly brushed her mouth against them, and was thrilled when he closed his eyes and groaned in response.
It seemed decadent to kiss him like that—like eating fine chocolate. She should show some restraint, some level of sophistication, but she could not. Brie kissed him over and over again. Sir met her enthusiasm by running his hands over her body, further igniting her hunger for him.
“I love you, Master,” she declared, finally burying her face in his neck and breathing his manly scent. Sir was a combination of masculine musk with a hint of sweet like a summer’s day; no artificial scents covered up his intoxicating smell. Brie took another long sniff, purring softy. However, she could not ignore the hard shaft cradled between her lower lips.
Brie rubbed herself against him, loving the feel of his stiff cock pressed against her sensitive clit. She used it, shifting her pelvis to enjoy different angles without letting the head of his cock slip inside. Sir did not object. He seemed to enjoy watching her pussy coat his manhood with her abundant excitement.
Alas, there was only so much self-teasing she could take. Brie lifted herself up and positioned his handsome cock so that it barely touched her opening. She teased herself for a little longer by not settling down onto his rigid manhood. She leaned over to kiss his lips again, savoring the agony of being so close to satisfaction, but delaying her own pleasure…and his.
Sir put his hands on her hips and squeezed her buttocks, but to her surprise he did not thrust. He continued to let her control the level of torturous penetration. His level of restraint did Brie in, and she ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter, lowered herself onto his shaft. The unique chair gave her a level of control she hadn’t experienced before.
Brie moaned loudly when her pussy hit the base of his cock. All of Sir. Inside her. While they kissed.Pure, unadulterated heaven.
“Damn, woman, you feel good,” Sir said hoarsely.
