Page 167 of Brie's Submission
His hands traveled farther down, removing her tight-fitting skirt and thong. “You’ve always looked good in just hose and heels, babygirl.” She felt his warm breath on her neck and her nipples became hard as she anticipated his teeth on her skin.
“You smell of other men. I must remedy that.” Sir exited the room and quickly returned with a washcloth and a bowl of warm, soapy water. He washed every inch of her exposed skin with citrus bubbles, including the area between her legs. He left her again, then returned with fresh water. Once he’d made Brie pure for him, Sir began nibbling on her neck.
Brie’s knees would have buckled if she hadn’t been held up by her restraints. His teeth grazed her skin down the center of her chest. He stopped to gently nip her breasts before heading down her stomach, making his way to her bare pussy. Sir grabbed her ass in both hands and dragged his tongue over her swollen lips. “Fuck, you taste good.” He separated her outer lips and took another long lick. She groaned as she twisted on the hook.
Sir smiled and stood up, then moved over to his desk to sit down. “I imagined you just like this, bound to be used at my disposal. To taste at my leisure.” He picked up a box of books from the floor and dumped them out. Then he began the task of clearing out his office, starting with his desk.
It was distressing to see Sir emptying the office of his belongings, but whenever he looked at her she experienced an electric jolt, feeling only gratitude that he had given up his position for her. After several minutes, he put down the box and approached her again with a strip of cloth in his hand.
He tied it over her eyes, murmuring, “Ah, the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?”
She inhaled as his fingertips lightly traced the contours of her arm. She giggled and flinched when he reached her armpit. When his hand fell away, she instantly regretted her reaction and hoped he would return.
His fingertips resumed their teasing, trailing down the other arm. She moaned, enjoying the tickling fire of his touch as the sensations traveled to her groin. “I love you, Sir,” she whispered.
She felt his hot breath next to her ear. “What did you say?”
“I love you.”
His mouth landed on hers as he crushed her in a tight embrace, but then he moved away and she heard him throwing more items into his box. The exchange left her disconcerted. He hadn’t returned her words of affection. Goose bumps rose on her skin at the thought he might not love her, and a soft whimper escaped her lips.
She felt him return to her side. His fingers traced her jawline and lightly grazed her trembling lower lip. “The day I took your anal virginity, I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so powerful in my life. I fell in love with you then, and have only suffered for it ever since.”
She whispered, “Suffer no more.” The only thing she wanted at that moment was to feel his love inside her.
“Are you suggesting I take you, Brie?” He moved away and went back to packing. She heard him haphazardly throwing items into the box. It seemed so unlike his neat and orderly persona. She realized she was the reason—it was an intoxicating power to have over Sir.
He spoke as she listened to him rummage through his bookcase. “I always told myself that the second I stopped caring about the Training Center, I would resign. When I saw you walking away from me, I knew that moment had come. The bravery it took to defy protocol and risk everything was inspiring, babygirl.”
His words touched the core of her, the same way his touch invaded her skin.
“I have avoided you for so long, it seems like a sin to partake of you now.” He paused and added in a sultry voice, “Fortunately, your Master enjoys sinful pleasures.”
He unhooked Brie from the cuffs, removed the blindfold, and laid her on the carpeted floor. He joined her after relieving himself of his clothes. She worshipped his masculine chest and princely cock framed in dark hair.
Sir’s hand trailed over her skin as he spoke. “All this time wanting to slip into your womanhood, but having to watch others enjoy it.”
She looked at him questioningly. “Why couldn’t you have taken me, Master?”
He traced her lips with his index finger. “I knew if I ever allowed myself the luxury, I would be utterly lost.”
“You were, regardless.”
His eyes narrowed. “At least I had the illusion of control.” Sir kissed her then, without restraint. All the love, passion, and lust communicated itself through his lips. Brie met the kiss, equally desperate to express the pent-up feelings she’d been forced to hold back for so long.
They bruised each other in their violent embrace, releasing a torrent of emotion. “Babygirl…” His hands grabbed, clawed, and pressed her against him. He was a man ravenous for what was now his, and she gave herself over to his need, reveling in her Master’s fierce desire.
Her Master’s body nearly crushed her as he lay on top of her small frame, his tongue plundering her willing mouth. She fully expected his taking of her to be equally wild, but he stopped himself.
“No.”
She was sure he’d said it to himself. Sir’s lustful gaze softened and she saw the hint of love behind it. The love she had longed to see, fully reflected in his eyes.
He looked down at her as if she were his princess, his treasure. “So breathtaking.” He spread her legs apart and settled in between them. “This will not be fast, babygirl. I will take you excruciatingly, tortuously slow. I’ve waited too long to rush.”
He pressed the head of his cock against her opening. She tried to grab his buttocks, but he commanded, “Lie perfectly still. I want you to fully experience and remember the first time you were taken by your Master.”
Brie lay back, her heart racing at the thought. He kissed her breasts as his cock slowly pushed against her and then breached the entrance. She gasped in pleasure.
