Page 79 of Brie's Submission
He caressed her pink ass and proclaimed, “Now you will take five strokes. Don’t move or I will not hit where I intend.”
She bit her lip, wondering if she could survive five in a row.
Raising the cane a bit higher, he gave quick, moderate strokes. The small room was filled with the slapping sounds of impact. Each stroke was slightly higher than the last so that he never hit the same area twice. The release was much more intense after five rapid strokes, and Brie whimpered, shuddering at the lusty fire bursting inside her.
“You took that well, pearl. Now we will do it from the other side.”
When he moved to the left side and raised the cane, she cried out, “Not yet!”
“Five more.” With rapid movements, he struck her five times, covering the areas in between her first marks. She begged him to stop just before the last stroke. He didn’t hesitate, giving the last one with the same force. This time, he left the cane pressed against her skin. It made the sting linger, but the engulfing tidal wave of heat that burst from inside caused her knees to buckle and her pussy to pulse.
“You are close, aren’t you?” Marquis Gray growled.
Brie nodded, afraid he would cane her again but desperately wanting the burst of fire to send her over the edge.
“I will not deny you the pleasure this time. I want your body to remember and drip in anticipation whenever you see the cane.” Brie moaned in response, expecting a final stroke. Instead, he placed the cane against her lips. “Hold this, pearl.” She opened her mouth and held her cane, while he unbuckled her wrists.
He moved her over to the wooden Saint Andrew’s cross. The large X-shaped frame sported metal cuffs. He quickly bound her facing towards him. Her buttocks rested against the wood, aching from the contact. Brie’s arms and legs were bound far apart, fully exposing her body to his desire.
“This time I want you to close your eyes. You won’t know where the strike is coming from because I want you to focus on the sensation it evokes.” He took the cane from her mouth and asked, “Color?”
“Green, Master.”
“Close your eyes then, my courageous pearl.” As soon as she did, he began lightly caressing her breasts with the cane. He moved lower and caressed her hips before turning his attention to her inner thighs. He slid the tip of the cane between her moist lips and gently stroked her clit. Brie gasped, her inner muscles contracting from the contact. She was so close she was on the verge of exploding.
She felt him step back, and she tensed again. “No, pearl, relax. Breathe out.”
As soon as she let the breath out, she felt a quick tap on the top of her right nipple. The vibration shot down to her groin. Her body began pulsating again. When he tapped the left one, it started a whole chain reaction. Her body shook as the massive orgasm took over. She did not hold back her voice, and let out a cry of passion.
When the last contraction ebbed, she felt a rap just above her clit. She whimpered in pleasure as a smaller orgasm washed over her. Before it had ended, Marquis’ lips were on hers. He pressed his body against her and she felt his rigid cock straining in his pants. She opened her eyes and looked into his dark, lust-filled gaze.
“Now it is your turn to please me.”
“Yes, Master,” she panted, longing to share her pleasure with him.
He pressed his shaft against her as he undid the metal cuffs. Once she was free, he lifted her up and carried her back to the bench, then told her to lean against it, facing away from him. He spread her legs apart. She’d expected he would plow right in, but he bent down and lightly kissed her smarting ass. “So beautiful when it’s red like this. A testament to your level of trust, pearl.”
He removed his clothes and stood behind her. In the mirror, she could see his ghostly white skin. Marquis Gray had a thin frame, although his shoulder and chest muscles were defined. What stood out was the dark pubic hair that framed his unusual cock. His shaft was long and curved upwards.
She felt butterflies when he moved between her legs. Brie trembled as he slowly penetrated her moist depths with his unusual shaft. His deep sigh sent a wave of electrical current through her. They were both still riding the high of the scene, and it added to their level of connection now. His curved shaft repeatedly stroked the roof of her vagina, making it impossible for her to think.
He pulled away and brought back a leather strap, placing it under her belly and then gathering it in his hands. He parted her moist pussy lips and entered her again, and both of them groaned in satisfaction. Marquis Gray lifted her waist using the strap, causing a delightful pressure in her groin as he thrust. It added a completely new level of pleasure. “Too good…” she whimpered.
He leaned towards her, pushing himself in deep. “I’m going to come now. Feel the strength of my climax, pearl. It is for you.” He pulled on the leather strap as he gave her long, deep strokes. They were unhurried, giving her the chance to appreciate all of the sensuous feelings his cock was generating.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat and she felt his manhood pulse powerfully inside her. It triggered a third wave of heat and her body came around his shaft, bathing him with her juices.
When he pulled out, he commanded that she turn around to face him. She looked up with glazed eyes, still enjoying the incredible high. “Hold onto me,” he ordered. Marquis Gray held out his arm, and she grabbed onto it. He led her to a small door in a corner of the room. An assistant was already there, holding it open.
Marquis Gray guided her through it. The tiny room reminded her of the one in the auditorium. It had a small bed and a table with several candles already lit. When the assistant shut the door and left, they were suddenly shrouded in darkness except for the warm light of the flames.
They lay on the bed together, the same as they had the last time. He spooned against her, pulling Brie against his naked body. He didn’t speak. It left her free to be hypnotized by the candle flames as they danced on the wicks. Soon, however, she began shivering.
“You did well today,” he said, nuzzling her ear.
She snuggled deeper into him, her ass burning from the contact. “You are a master of the cane, Marquis Gray.”
“I knew you would enjoy it, pearl. I have been waiting patiently to show you.”
