Page 155 of Brie's Submission
It was true—her body was giving itself over to the wildness he provoked. “I can’t. Not here, not yet,” she complained, trying to push off the couch.
“You can and you will.”
“But I’m not done interviewing you. Are you thinking twenty-four-hour submission or just several times a week?”
“You with me, twenty-four seven,” he answered, nibbling her collarbone as he pumped deep into her.
“Living where?” she gasped as he bit down harder.
“My place, of course. I’ve set it up for us, my sweet.”
She almost let herself go, but reined the reaction in just in time to complain, “But you live fifty minutes from my work.”
“Stay at the tobacco shop or find a job closer. It matters little to me…” He began sucking on her skin, causing a delightful, concentrated burn.
“Stop, Faelan,” she protested weakly, as her body betrayed her and gave in to his desire.
“You want me, blossom. Youneedme,” he snarled into her neck, licking and biting her.
Control was almost his, but she forced out one more question. “Do you see this as temporary or long-term?”
He stopped thrusting and looked at her. “Is there any question?” He went to bite her ear, but she stopped him.
“Answering a question with a question isnotan answer.”
He smiled a wolfish grin. “I want to devour you for a lifetime.”
“But if it doesn’t work between us?” she cautioned.
“I will howl to the moon in frustration.” He belted a long howl before pulling out and descending between her legs. Brie giggled, cried out and then screamed for mercy as he devoured his prize.
She looked up at the ceiling as her body fought against wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, she had no more fight left and relaxed. Brie let out a low-pitched growl as her pent-up frustration released in a lightning bolt of orgasmic force.
“Good, blossom. I like to see your animal,” Faelan complimented as he patted her mound and then lay on top of her, crushing her with his weight. “You cannot resist the power of your potential mate, the commander of your soul.”
Breathless from the weight of his body on her chest, she gasped out, “I have not… decided…anything…Faelan.”
“But youwill. Tonight is the night. I feel it in my bones.” He lifted himself off her and sat down on the couch, gathering her onto his lap. “It is easy to see your desire to be collared tonight. The question is, which man will be found deserving of such a prize?” He tweaked her nose. “In case you were wondering, Iamthat man.”
The bell sounded, the one that let the girls know that there were only ten minutes left of the first session. Brie looked at Faelan and smiled. “How may I please you, Lord?”
“Lord Faelan…” He said the name again, letting it roll on his tongue. “I could get used to that, woman.”
Brie knelt before him. “Your pleasure, Lord Faelan?”
He stood up, his cock a sword before her. “I would like to fuck your red lips, blossom.”
“My red lips shall love you well, my Lord.” She grasped his shaft and opened her mouth wide to wrap him in her warmth.
He groaned appreciatively and placed his hand on her head, helping to guide her. It was her turn to moan as she gave in to the joy of being his. She pushed the head of his shaft to the back of her throat and relaxed her muscles. She took one more quick breath before sliding it farther in.
“Oh, my blossom…” he grunted huskily.
She moaned around his cock as she pushed her lips to the base of his manhood. With a gentle rocking motion, she caressed his shaft with her tight throat muscles and then drew him out to lick and suck the head again.
“Oh, fuck, woman.”
She looked up at him and purred. She took him fully again, this time rocking with more motion, causing her throat to tighten. She actually thought she heard the man squeak.
