Page 148 of Brie's Submission
“Khan, may I be brutally honest?”
“Yes,” he answered with a smirk.
“I have avoided them. I’m not into foreign singing.”
“You have done yourself a grave disservice, girl. Have you heard the story of Madame Butterfly?”
“I only know it ends sadly.”
“Indeed. Unrequited love that ends in tragedy.”
As if on cue, the lights went down and the opera began. Brie enjoyed the costumes and the elaborate set, but it was the soulful voice of the girl that moved her. The tender and consuming love the girl expressed for her indifferent husband touched Brie’s heart, and she felt tears prick her eyes.
“Girl!”
She turned to Sir, realizing she hadn’t heard him calling her name. “Yes, Khan?”
“Over my knee, now.”
Brie lay down over his muscular thighs and felt Sir pull her dress up over her waist. The darkness gave them the illusion of privacy, although anyone in the adjacent boxes would be able to see what he was doing if he or she simply stood up.
His warm hand caressed her ass, soothingly, teasingly… She closed her eyes, enjoying his sensual touch. When he lifted his hand, she held her breath. It came down forcefully but without pain. Instead, the contact reverberated through her loins. His swats were slow, solid and controlled, meant solely to arouse—his was a powerful, masculine caress that possessed her body and soul.
He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her with more than just passion. Brie responded, communicating her love for him through her lips. He pulled away abruptly and commanded, “Stand.”
Sir moved the chairs to the side and ordered her to lie on her back. She eagerly complied, thrilled when he lay beside her. He unzipped her dress, playing with the pearls hidden underneath. There in the dark, with the music echoing through the theater, Sir readied himself to take his devoted sub. Only, he didn’t…
Once he had unclasped her bra, Sir motioned the boy over—her priest. She was naked except for her garter belt, hose and heels, her legs wide open to him. The angel-faced boy knelt before her, undoing his buckle before unzipping his pants. He freed his long, hard member and began stroking it. Brie’s loins tingled. She knew he was about to take her, but she wanted it to be Sir.Screw my fantasy!
Sir began caressing her body as he licked and nibbled her breasts. She responded to his attention, but stiffened when she felt the boy’s hand on her. Sir looked up and commanded, “Let him touch you.”
Brie forced herself to relax as the young man explored her soft folds with his fingers, lightly flicking her clit. She jumped when she felt the warmth of his tongue.
“Prove yourself worthy of your Khan’s attention,” Sir ordered.
His words changed her perception. This was her fantasy that Sir had thoughtfully set up. Instead of fighting off the boy’s attention, she allowed herself to yearn for it. Brie opened to the boy and felt the fire begin to build. The whole time, Sir ravished her with his hands and mouth. It was the best of all worlds. Two men focused on her pleasure, demanding her orgasm.
The music was building up to a crescendo, just like her body. Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Let him take your innocence.” His lips came down on hers, his tongue entering her mouth at the same moment the blond penetrated her with his lengthy cock.
Brie forgot she was in public and cried out. Then she kissed Sir fiercely, releasing all the love and passion she had built up over the weeks. He groaned into her mouth, returning the intensity as the boy rammed his cock deep and hard—the three of them a ball of human lust. Sir bit her neck, sending ribbons of electricity to her groin.
She threw her head back and moaned. The music matched the fervor churning inside her, and then the chills began. Sir leaned over her possessively. Even in the dark, she swore she could see love expressed in his gaze.
“I want you to come for him.” He locked lips with her as Brie’s body stiffened and then shuddered in a forceful release—all the passion, all the love mixing into the physical embodiment of pleasure. It was a feeling like no other, and she embraced the climax to the very last spasm.
Sir pulled away from her and his expression changed as he reconstructed the wall between them. She could sense the distance he was creating, but was powerless to stop it.
The boy distracted her by kissing her thighs tenderly in gratitude. She appreciated the sweet gesture, but could only stare at the intricately carved ceiling, wondering if her heart could take any more games.
Sir helped Brie dress before the intermission. She’d barely had her dress zipped before soft lights illuminated their box. She was shaken by the intensity of their encounter and sat in her chair, pretending to watch the crowd of people milling below.
Sir turned to the boy and whispered something. Brie glanced over and saw the young man nod to him and then give her a meaningful glance before exiting the balcony. Sir turned to her and held out his hand. “We are done here, unless you want to watch Butterfly commitjisatsu.”
Brie popped out of her seat and took his hand hastily. He pulled her to him, bringing their lips within centimeters of each other, but then he slowly turned her to face away from him. His hands ran down her arms and then grasped her wrists forcefully. He bound them and covered her with the fur, biting her neck lightly in the process. They left the theater just as the last act began.
The limousine was waiting for them outside. She noticed the blond was nowhere to be seen. It was just Brie and Sir… Her heart began to race as she thought of the possibilities.
Sir buckled her in and sat opposite her, just as he had at the beginning of the evening. She watched him covertly, hoping he would finally make his move.
