Page 21 of Brie's Submission
She felt him move between her legs and then he lightly stroked her clit. The gel he had applied made her super sensitive. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. In just a few minutes with only the lightest of touches, Baron had her orgasming for him.
He chuckled softly. “I let you have the first one for free, but now you have to wait until I give you permission to come.”
“Yes, Baron,” she answered, unsure how she was going to control herself.
He grabbed her thighs and eased his cock into her moist tunnel. He pushed her away from him and then pulled her back. The swing added force to the movement and her pussy crashed against his cock, sending pleasant shockwaves through her. Brie squealed in excitement.
“You like, that don’t you, sex kitten?” She nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing pleasure between her legs.
He increased the force of his thrusts, making her clit ache with need. Whatever he had lathered on her was having a major effect. She whimpered, each thrust sending fire-bursts of pleasure through her.
“Feeling good? Well, I am about to send you over the edge. Don’t you dare come.”
She bit her lip as he started manually playing with her clit while penetrating her. Brie started whimpering and then screaming as she felt her pussy contract. There was no stopping it, and she came all over his cock.
Baron tsked and pulled out. “Now you must be punished.”
Instead of fear, her poor pussy contracted in pleasure. It wanted whatever attention he planned to give her. He walked off the stage and returned with a flogger. It looked like a whip, but with many angry tails. She shuddered and closed her eyes, waiting for her punishment.
“Open your eyes and tell me what you did wrong.”
Brie looked at him warily and answered, “I came without permission.”
“Yes. As a responsible Dom, it is my duty and privilege to punish you. Lean back and lift your legs higher.”
Brie did so, knowing that she was giving him free access to whip her bare bottom with the wicked-looking flogger. She soon felt the multiple tails of the whip slap across her buttocks. She jumped at the impact, yelping from the sting.
Then he left her. She couldn’t tell where he went, but she was suddenly alone on the stage, swinging gently in the air. It was a horrible feeling. Not only had she disappointed him and the whole room knew it, but it was that much worse knowing he was gone. She ached for him to return and had to fight off the tears as she slowly swung back and forth. The room was deathly silent.
Although it was probably only minutes, it felt like hours before she heard his footsteps on the stairs. “Are you ready to obey me?” he asked.
Brie looked at him in desperation. “Yes, Baron. I want to obey you.”
He began caressing her clit and instantly sent her back to the pleasurable fire she’d felt before. The only thing that kept her from giving in to it was knowing that she would lose his presence again if she did. She moaned and squirmed, but she did not come. He slipped his cock back into her pussy and started fucking her with passion. She denied herself, wanting to please him more than to experience her own release.
“Do you want to come, kitten?”
“If it pleases you, Baron.”
“Good answer…but not yet.”
Baron took full advantage of the swing, pulling all the way out and then letting her swing right back onto his hard rod. The explosive jolts from each impact threatened to overcome her resolve to obey him. Finally, he grabbed onto her hips and began quick, hard thrusts. She felt his cock grow thicker just before he came. “Now,” he gasped between ejaculations. She closed her eyes and allowed the intense throbbing to morph into pleasurable contractions. Brie cried out as the chills took hold and she lost touch with reality.
Baron’s warm chuckles brought her back. He had already pulled out and was standing beside her. “That was a good effort, my sweet little sex kitten.” He picked her up and helped her out of the swing. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the swing rose back up into the ceiling.
Brie had to hold onto him, needing time to get her legs back. “Thank you, Baron,” she whispered. He ripped off his mask and bent down to kiss her with those thick, warm lips.
She struggled to get her clothes back on, and then turned to Sir and the other trainers.
“What did you learn, Miss Bennett?” Sir asked.
“That I don’t want to disappoint my Dom.”
“Good.”
Ms. Clark stood up, obviously still unhappy. “The next time I see you staring into the eyes of your Dom when it is not appropriate, I will punish you myself.”
“Yes, Mistress Clark,” Brie answered.
