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“Did you enjoy it?” he growled lustfully in her ear.
She blushed to admit it. “Yes, Master.”
“You needed to overcome the hesitancy to obey such role play.”
“Although it is not something you normally partake in?”
“Even trainers need to stretch themselves, pearl. No one should remain stagnant.”
She turned towards him and looked into his perilous eyes. “I’d never imagined you had a frisky side, Master.”
“We will not speak of it,” he answered with a funny smile, crushing her to his chest.
What other surprises did Marquis Gray have hidden away?
Rituals and Tasks
Brie was on cloud nine, walking down the hallway with her heels making that lovely clicking sound against the tile as she made her way to Mr. Gallant’s class. Out of nowhere, an unknown assailant drew her inside a dark room, placing a strong hand over her mouth. She struggled, screaming into the unyielding palm.
“Shh…” He lifted his hand away. “It’s me.”
She stopped struggling. His lips brushed against hers, lightly, teasingly. She leaned forward for more, but he pulled back, causing her to protest. “Wha…?”
Sir pushed her against the wall and returned his hand to her mouth. “No more words.” She felt his other hand reach under her skirt and pull her thong down to her knees. Already her body was burning for him. Just his proximity made her crazy, but to be taken this way in the dark by her Sir…
His rigid cock pressed against her stomach as he leaned in, replacing his hand on her lips with his tongue. He plundered her mouth as his hand moved between her legs. She opened herself to his assault, needing to feel him.
“I can’t deny myself any longer,” he growled. He kissed her roughly as he pushed his finger deep inside her wet and willing body. She whimpered, her body a firestorm of lust. His thumb played with her clit as his finger simultaneously caressed her G-spot. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and he hit the wall with his fist. “Damn you, Brie!”
She felt him move away and cried out, “Don’t stop!”
Silence…
Her shallow gasps filled the room. Brie stayed pressed against the wall, willing him back to her.
She heard his ragged breath and knew he was just out of reach. Brie said nothing, waiting obediently, praying he would return to her.
“Fuck! You’re like a drug to me.”
She whispered into the dark, “Consume me.”
He rushed upon her then. Sir found her wrists in the dark and pulled them above her head. He held onto them with one hand while the other fumbled with his zipper, then guided his shaft into her.
She cried out at the force of his entry. He covered her mouth to keep her quiet as he began thrusting hard, but it wasn’t enough for either of them. He let go of her wrists and lifted her up by the thighs. He gained deeper access with the new angle and smashed her against the wall as he took her roughly.
Brie gasped as his cock claimed its prize. Then she heard Ms. Clark say, “Where the hell is Thane? He’s not in his office.”
Sir’s hand was back on her mouth. His thrusts slowed but did not stop as the two listened to the conversation just outside the door.
Marquis Gray answered, “I have no idea. I’ll head upstairs to ask at the front desk.”
“I’ll check the commons again,” Ms. Clark snapped. “This is such a waste of time! He’s going to get an earful when I see him.”
Brie heard Sir chuckle softly, just before he thrust deep. He kissed her again, his lips expressing a tenderness she hadn’t experienced before. When he pulled away, she breathed out in the barest of whispers, “I love you, Sir.”
He responded by grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her deeply as his body crushed her against the wall. His tongue thrust into her mouth with the same passion as his cock drove into her burning depths. She lost herself in his desire as he consumed her—mind, body and soul.
“I need more…” he grunted.
