Page 182 of Brie's Submission
“Most desperately, Master,” she agreed.
Brie soon heard the distinct sound of Sir liberally applying lubricant to his cock. Sir was silent as he coated the outside of her anus with gel and then eased more inside her tight hole. He made sure her ass was thoroughly prepared for the pounding she was about to receive. He separated her buttocks with his slippery hands and she felt the warm head of his shaft slip into the valley of her ass.
Sir’s cock rested against the entrance of her taut hole. He grabbed her hips and began pressing his thickness into her. Despite being willing, Brie’s body resisted his manly conquest—making the encounter that much more exhilarating.
In the past, Sir’s entering had been gentle but demanding. This time was different. He pressed into her with more force, slapping her ass lightly to weaken her resistance. “Give yourself to me,” he demanded. She consciously relaxed her inner muscles and cried out as his generous shaft opened her up, body and soul.
Sir used her hips to give him leverage, thrusting deeper into her ass while the music swirled around them. It was surreal, profound. When he was buried deep inside her, Sir grabbed her bound wrists and remained motionless, pressing even harder, forcing her to take all of him.
Brie’s body struggled to embrace the fullness of Sir. She gasped and then moaned as he began moving, slowly stroking her tight recesses with his impressive cock. “I remember when you struggled to take me halfway.”
Brie remembered their first encounter well. She’d had no idea then how forbidden their coupling had been. It hadn’t been until the next day, when she had almost been kicked out of the program and Sir had been asked to resign, that she’d understood the ramifications. It still amazed Brie that Sir had been willing to risk his career to be the one to take her anal virginity.
Had he suspected what the final outcome would be? Had that been his method of marking his potential mate? The possibility of it excited her.
“I love your cock, Master.”
“My cock loves your ass, téa.”
She purred, but soon cried out as Sir held her down more securely and fucked her hard. In an instant there was nothing but Sir’s cock powering into her ass. Master held nothing back as he dominated her with his formidable shaft.
Brie gasped, her face buried in the bedcovers as she desperately tried to hold on to reality. Her whole body began to tingle as it slowly moved to another level of awareness. When he slowed down and snaked his fingers below, rubbing her clit furiously, she could only gasp for air like a fish out of water.
“You are my instrument. Sing for me,” he stated. The violins sounded in the background as Sir pushed deep into her and brought her over the edge with his skillful manipulation. Brie suddenly found her voice and screamed out in ecstasy.
Before the last contraction had ended, he was pounding into her again. Her body was no longer hers, transformed into his instrument of pleasure. She began crying in pure joy, loving his hands clasped around her bound wrists, the restriction of the spreader bar, the opera music swimming in her head and his masterful cock that demanded everything of her.
He suddenly changed angles and she tensed. The head of his shaft began hammering her in a spot that made angels sing. She lost all connection with her surroundings as she felt her spirit floating upwards; exploding in pure rapture the moment Sir released his hot seed.
Brie slowly came back down to a light caress on her cheek. She opened her eyes and gazed straight into Sir’s, blinking several times. All her bindings had been removed and the music was now playing softly in the background, more like a whisper than a song. Sir was lying naked beside her.
“My pleasing little sub, how you do fly.”
She smiled and closed her eyes again, needing to concentrate on his touch. His soothing voice gently brought her back down to earth.
“I love you, babygirl.”
The Wolf Returns
Brie arrived at the tobacco shop early on Monday, but it seemed weird to her now and she actually blushed when she saw Mr. Reynolds. At her graduation ceremony, she’d found out he was Sir’s uncle, and he’d seen her bare-chested.
Thankfully, Mr. Reynolds did not behave differently. He nodded as he priced the tins of tobacco. “Good to see you, Brie.”
She walked up to him and smiled sadly, handing over her letter of resignation. “I’m sorry, Mr. Reynolds, but I am going to be moving on.”
He took her letter reluctantly. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”
Jeff came up from the back. “What? Are you quitting, Brie?”
Brie ignored him—she had no respect for the boy. However, Mr. Reynolds responded to his inquiry. “Yes, we are losing Miss Bennett in two weeks.”
“Fuck that. I quit.” Jeff walked out of the front door without another word.
Mr. Reynolds shrugged. “Well, he just made my job easier.”
Brie chuckled. It was true. Jeff had been a lazy employee who’d caused more problems than he was worth. “Will you get in trouble with the owner?” Brie asked, worried for her kind boss.
“I’ve wanted to fire the punk for a year. I can’t be blamed if he quits.”
