Page 173 of Brie's Submission
The tang of her own juices still covered his cock, mixing with his pre-come. Brie moaned, savoring the taste of their blend. He pulled his pants down farther before he lightly fisted her hair and guided her. She purred, sucking harder as she moved her lips up and down his handsome shaft.
Making love to Sir with her mouth was intimate and powerfully bonding. She flicked her tongue against his frenulum and around the sensitive ridge of the head. He groaned and lay back farther on the couch, spreading his legs more. She relaxed her throat, preparing to take him more deeply, just as his cell phone rang.
Sir opened his eyes and sighed. “I have to take this, but do not stop.” He fished the cellphone from the pocket of his open pants.
Brie did not want to distract him from the call by deep-throating him, so she concentrated on his balls and the sensitive spot just below them. She could hear Mr. Gallant’s voice in her head: “The perineum is the area between the testicles and the anus. Do not forget this area.”
As she pleasured him, she couldn’t help listening to Sir’s side of the conversation. “No, I won’t be able to make it tonight.”
There was a deep rumble on the other end.
“I assure you that is not the case.”
The phone erupted in a low roll of laughter.
Rytsar.
The deep rumbling continued on the other end, to which Sir replied, “Yes, I see no reason not to schedule a trip now.” She could hear laughter on the other end. Brie attempted to hide her smile unsuccessfully.
“It appears my submissive is agreeable to the idea, as well.”
Brie’s heart melted at being calledhissubmissive. A trip to Russia to visit the infamous Rytsar in his homeland would be an adventure, but truly, nothing could compare to now. She lavished even more attention on Sir’s cock, wanting him to feel how profoundly she loved him.
“Fine. I’ll work out the details later. I’m sure you’ll understand why I am hanging up on you.” Sir shut his phone with a snap and stuffed it back in his pocket. Brie took it to mean she could begin deep-throating him, and slid the head of his shaft to the back of her throat, relaxing her muscles so she could take him deeper.
“No, not yet,” he stated. She released her hold on his cock and looked up at him from between his muscular thighs.
“Do you know what that is?” he asked, pointing to the stylish red lounger.
“An artful chair, Sir.”
He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making her loins quiver. There was no doubt it was more than a simple lounge.
“It’s called a Tantra chair, téa. Especially designed for the Kama Sutra. Are you familiar with the Kama Sutra?”
“I’ve heard of it, Sir. But no, I don’t know anything about the Kama Sutra.”
He lifted her chin up and leaned over to kiss her. “My naïve submissive, there is still so much you have yet to learn.”
She smiled at him with love. “I’m honored to have you as teacher.”
He nodded and then replied huskily, “And Master. Sit in the chair for me.”
Her whole body trembled as she got up from the floor and lay down in the arc of the red chaise. Brie took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as Sir shed his clothes in front of her, his belt hitting the marble floor with a satisfying clink. She marveled at Sir’s masculine body. Dark hair covered his toned chest and powerful thighs, and framed Sir’s handsome shaft, thick and physically pleasing. Truly the most beautiful cock she had ever seen—or felt.
Brie was surprised when he left her there, and instead walked down the hall of his apartment. She turned her head towards the window to look at the city lights. She loved the beauty of LA at night. It spoke of hope, magic and dreams coming true…
When she heard Sir, she started to turn her head but he ordered, “No, stay as you were.”
Brie settled back onto the chair, biting her lip to stop the questions spurred by his command. She pretended to stare out at the city lights, but she was intently watching his reflection.
Sir looked as magnificent naked as he did dressed, and he carried himself with a confidence that made his being nude seem completely natural—preferred, actually.
She could tell he had something in his hand, but was unable to identify it. Brie watched as he approached her. She held her breath when he stood over Brie and gazed at her body. She saw Sir hold up his hand just before all the lights went out.
“Master?”
“Hush…”
