Page 171 of Brie's Submission
His answer left her speechless. In one fell swoop, he had graced her with a huge compliment and revealed the fact that his father was of Italian descent, but no longer living. Brie was unsure how to respond and whispered, “I am honored, Sir.”
“Know that I will think of you as a goddess even as I fuck you like a slut.”
His words were powerful and unsettling. Brie quivered in the red lounger and closed her eyes, trying to calm her pounding heartbeat. Was she woman enough for such a man?
“Téa, the only item you are allowed to wear is the collar around your neck.”
The tingling fire began in her loins as Brie opened her eyes and nodded. She carefully set down her drink and complied with his instructions. Once she was naked, she bowed low at his feet.
“Walk to the window.”
Brie rocked off her heels and stood up, floating on clouds as she made her way to the expansive window. She felt the weight of Sir’s stare on her and trembled at the intensity of it. There was an acute sense of vulnerability in being naked in front of the huge window, especially with a similar high-rise just to the right of the building.
In a deep voice he commanded, “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, put your hands on the window and lean forward so that your nipples touch the glass.”
She opened her legs and put her palms on the cold window, leaning slowly forward until her nipples made contact with the chilly glass. Brie gasped softly and waited for his next instruction, but he gave none. She watched Sir’s reflection in the window as he stood and admired her while sipping his martini.
The wait, the anticipation, combined with his lustful scrutiny, made Brie exceedingly wet. She closed her eyes, chagrined when she felt a trickle of her excitement run down her leg. Brie was desperate for him, her nipples aching with need, stimulated by the pressure and temperature of the glass.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Sir walk out of the room and the distinct sound of the martini glasses being placed on a granite counter.It begins…
“Don’t move or speak, but you are allowed to come,” he murmured as he drew close.
Brie bit her lip when Sir lightly traced her shoulder with his fingertips, her whole body concentrating solely on his touch. She continued to sneak peeks at his reflection, enjoying the erotic contrast of her being completely nude while he remained in his tux, minus the jacket.
Sir’s hand trailed down her back and over the swell of her ass. Brie had to consciously stifle her cry when his demanding fingers pressed into her sex and he felt the extent of her need.
His grunt was low and passionate. “Your body betrays you. You stand quiet and demure, but inside you are a raging firestorm of desire.”
She struggled to keep quiet when he began playing with her pussy, already oversensitive from need of him. With his expert fingers, he quickly brought her to a swift orgasm.
“So soon?” Sir chuckled lightly in her ear. Then he knelt down on the floor.
Brie about died when she felt his tongue on her still throbbing clit. She made a muffled squeak and closed her eyes tightly, trying to remain upright as he spread her outer lips with his fingers and took a long, drawn-out lick.
“I love the taste of Brie.”
He’s making a joke?She almost burst out in giggles but bit down on her lip hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Brie’s legs trembled as Sir swirled his tongue over her clit, between her dripping inner lips, until he reached that sensitive area between her opening and her sphincter. Her inner muscles contracted powerfully. To have Sir concentrate his oral attention so close to her ass felt enticingly forbidden. Unfortunately, the area was so sensitive that her knees buckled.
Sir seemed to have anticipated it, because his hands cradled her buttocks as he gave Brie the support she needed to regain her stance. “No moving,” he admonished as she returned to the same spot. Brie gasped when he pressed his fingers onto her clit and rubbed in circles slowly, causing a delicious burn.
She was completely held under his spell, his willing and wanton plaything.
“Come,” he whispered hoarsely from between her legs.
Her body tensed, initially resisting the command. Soon, however, a cold chill settled on Brie, traveling through her body just before she exploded in a second release, far more powerful than the first. He licked her clit as it pulsed against his tongue.
With a will of iron, she stayed in place and only made small, whimpering gasps. As the last contraction reverberated through her small frame, Sir growled lustfully, “Your ass calls to me.”
A cry caught in her throat as he coated his thumb with her juices and slipped it into her tight hole. He played with her ass while he continued to sensually torture her with his tongue. Sir began sucking on her clit in a rhythmic manner, causing her pussy to burn with unbearable heat. When he started thrusting his thumb to match that rhythm, her pussy exploded in violent pleasure.
Brie’s legs shook uncontrollably as the third orgasm rolled over her. She was going to fall—there was no way to prevent it. “Sir…” she whimpered just before her legs gave out.
He chuckled as he caught her. “Can’t handle your new Master?”
She looked up at him in amazement.The power of the man…
