Page 24 of Brie's Submission
“Yes, my Sir.”
“MySir—now that’s a little presumptuous of you, isn’t it?” he chuckled, before giving a quick and hearty thrust into her ass. Brie squealed at the intensity of it. “Would you like another?” he asked.
She nodded her head enthusiastically, but said nothing.
“No, Brie, you must voice your desire.”
“Please, Sir, may I have another?”
The instant the words left her mouth, his cock thrust deep and true. She cried out, surprised at the depth of his penetration. “Now, Brie. Would you like me to fuck your sexy little ass?”
“If it pleases you, Sir.”
She felt his hand tighten around her waist while she waited for his pounding. Sir’s thrusts became hard and commanding. She started to moan and then cried out, holding nothing back as his hard shaft stroked the inside of her tight hole.
Sir’s groans of pleasure were music to her ears. To please her Sir was Brie’s deepest desire, so when his fingers entered her wet pussy and he ordered her to orgasm, she released all her pent-up passion and came violently around his fingers.
His surprised groan sent a second wave of pleasure crashing over her. As if he couldn’t take it, he immediately grabbed her hips and began stroking into her ass for all he was worth. She reveled in it, loving every second of his passionate pounding. She screamed out his name when he stiffened inside her and began bathing her ass with his hot seed.There is no greater joy than this!
When Sir finally pulled out of her, he seemed more vulnerable, more approachable. She longed to be released from her bonds so that she could wrap her arms around him and kiss him all over. Instead, he turned away and got dressed.
When Sir came back to her side, he was once again the authoritative headmaster. He undid her straps and ordered her to get dressed. Brie had to move slowly, still shaking from the heated exchange.
“Don’t put your shoes on yet,” he told her.
After she was fully dressed, he called her to kneel beside him. He stroked her long hair in such a loving manner. It made her wish she could remain beside him like this forever. Eventually, he ordered her to stand up. She did so gracefully, desiring to please him. She desperately wanted to gaze into his eyes, and silently begged him to speak to her.
She was pleasantly surprised when he pulled her against him and lifted her chin up. Sir’s lips pressed against her mouth and she moaned in pure ecstasy.
“Something tells me that this ex-virgin would like more.”
“Yes, Sir,” she purred.
“Too bad, my dear. You must wait.”
She wanted to seduce him, but remembered her place. “As you please, Sir.”
She stepped into the torturous six-inch heels and hid her pain with a look of contentment. She followed close behind Sir as he walked down the hall, curious to know what he planned to give her.
As soon as they entered his office, he commanded her to kneel again. He sat down at his desk and began searching through the bottom drawer. He held up a thin black collar. Brie’s heart wanted to burst with joy. It was obvious he wasn’t pleased with the other Doms showing an interest in her, and she’d read online that a collar was a sign of ownership.
“As one of my students, you are under my charge. I cannot have Doms endeavoring to claim you before the course is finished. There is still much for you to learn.” He walked back over to her. “Brie, it would be foolish to choose a Dominant until you have more experience. Although I can safely say that all of the Dominants used in training would make good partners, I do not want any of them attempting to sway your decision. Therefore, I am placing this collar of protection around your neck.”
She felt his manly touch as he fastened the collar on her. Brie closed her eyes, her stomach fluttering at the intimate contact.
Sir continued, “This will be a visual reminder for others to keep their distance until your training is complete.” He said in a lower voice, “This does not indicate my ownership of you.”
Brie’s heart dropped, but she said, “Thank you, Sir.”
He chuckled lightly. “Everything you feel is written on your face, Brie.”
She felt shame and then wanted to die because he could tell. Sir lifted her chin. “I am your trainer. I cannot claim you as my submissive.” He kissed her one last time, and the collar around her neck rubbed pleasantly against her delicate skin.
It didn’t matter that Sir had said to wait until her training was over. In this one area, Brie could not obey—her heart was already his.
An Exchange of Gifts
The sun streamed into her bedroom, announcing the start of a new day. Brie curled up under her blankets with a grin on her face as she relived her encounter with Sir. His erotic touch had surpassed her wildest dreams and she could not forget the look of vulnerability on his face afterwards. She knew he felt the strong connection, but Brie had to be patient. As her trainer, Sir was not allowed to claim her.
