Page 58 of Brie's Submission
“That is correct.” He looked at her knowingly. “I suggest you employ those techniques tonight.”
Was he aware of her upcoming practice session with Sir?
“I will, Mr. Gallant. Thank you.”
“Ladies, tonight you will proceed to the auditorium first so that refreshments can be served afterwards.”
Her heart rate shot up. She was going to encounter Sir sooner than she’d thought! It was hard not to run to the auditorium. Instead, she walked alongside Lea, who seemed in no hurry whatsoever. Brie almost squealed when she saw that not only were the trainers already there, but Sir was on stage.
“Proceed to the stage, Miss Bennett,” Sir commanded with his velvet voice.
She floated to him. It was just Sir and her—there was no other reality.
“Are you ready, Miss Bennett?”
Keeping her eyes on the floor, she responded, “I am, Sir.” She paused and added, “Mr. Gallant suggested I use the techniques I learned today.”
“Of course. I assumed you would.”
She didn’t know if it was overly bold, but she asked, “May I strip for you, Sir?”
He snapped his fingers and one of the assistants produced a chair. Sir sat down and graced her with one of his delicious smirks. “By all means.”
Brie swayed her hips from side to side, trying to lure Sir into her seductive web. She slowly untied her corset, letting it open, but not allowing it to expose her breasts. Before she undid the last tie, she turned around and looked over her shoulder at him as her corset fell to the floor. She covered her breasts with her arms, her milky white skin blushing with excitement as she turned back towards him. She gave him a sexy pout and then let her hands drop to her sides.
She playfully fingered her long, brown curls and twirled once for him. Then she shimmied out of her panties, held them up and, with a naughty little smile, let them drop to the floor. She briefly lifted her skirt to show off her bare pussy. Next, she removed her shoes and then her hose, one luscious leg at a time. She let the it drift to the floor, on top of her small pile of clothing. She kept her microskirt on, in accordance with the first technique.
Brie approached Sir and slowly knelt down at his feet, ready to take his cock in the position recommended in the second technique. Sir’s smile had grown wider as he’d observed her.
“Entertaining to watch,” he complimented. He stood up and removed all of his clothes. She marveled at his fit frame, the dark patch of hair on his chest and his princely cock. Then he stood before her, his handsome manhood just inches from her face.
“I want you to suck me the same way you did Baron.”
Tears of gratitude pricked her eyes. She was being given permission to express her feelings for him before the practice session. Brie took his rigid and perfectly formed cock in her hand, guiding it to her lips. She swirled her tongue over the ridge of his smooth head and moaned softly, remembering the third technique.
Brie took her time as she took more and more of him into her mouth, building up the anticipation of when her lips would encase his entire shaft. She continually snuck glances at Sir and made lusty noises. He met those glances with his intense stare. He remained silent, but seemed completely entranced by her mouth.
When she felt ready, she looked up at him, hoping her honey-colored eyes clearly expressed her total and complete devotion. The head of his cock breached the entrance of her throat and she slowly forced it down until her lips touched the base of his shaft. Then she grabbed his hips and began the gentle, shallow thrusting motions. Sir threw back his head and let out a deep sigh.
When she needed oxygen, she slowly pulled away, but did not release his cock from her lips. She remembered the fourth technique and guided one of his hands to the back of her head. She purred at the feeling of submissiveness the simple contact inspired. Then she let his hard cock slide back down her tight throat. She began the thrusting motion with a little more enthusiasm. This time Sir groaned in pleasure and a wave of wetness coated her aching pussy. Pleasing Sir was such a turn-on!
She continued loving his cock with her throat. The saliva built up until it was freely flowing from her mouth, but she did not wipe it away—technique number five. She knew it would increase his pleasure, providing his cock with the right amount of friction.
Brie wanted to continue forever, but he finally pulled away and stated, “I want to fuck your face now.”
Her loins contracted in pleasure and fear. An assistant entered the stage and handed Sir a strip of red satin. He looked down at Brie tenderly. “I don’t want your hands to be a distraction for you this time.”
Sir tied her wrists together behind her back. She was grateful. Not having control of her hands would allow her to focus better. He stood before Brie again, his cock stiff and hungry for her.
“Open yourself to me.”
She trembled. The way he said it was sexy and romantic. He wasn’t treating her like a hole to be fucked; he was asking her to give a part of herself.
“If it pleases you, Sir,” she whispered hoarsely. She opened her lips to his manhood.
He gathered her hair with one hand and used it to guide her onto his cock. He gradually forced her mouth farther down his shaft. “First I’ll start off gentle, and then I’ll give it to you rough.”
Brie moaned. Sir was going to take her in the same manner he’d taken her anal virginity. He knew what her body could handle and would help her to succeed in pleasing him. She relaxed as he pushed the head of his shaft against her throat. Brie unconsciously gagged, but did not fight when he forced it past the resistance. She felt the length of him travel down her throat until her lips touched the base of his cock. He slowly pulled back out and let her catch her breath.
