Page 38 of Tied to Hope
The orgasm was so intense, it left Brie weak afterward and she struggled to stay steady on her feet.
When Sir suddenly pulled out, her pussy literally dripped with come onto the floor.
He leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “You’ve got my cock so wet, téa, I’m going to have to fuck your ass now.”
Her knees almost buckled when she felt the head of his hard cock pressing against her anus. The fact that she was so wet that he didn’t need extra lubricant spoke to how incredibly turned on she was.
Brie was desperate for Sir to claim her.
Closing her eyes, wanting to feel every delicious sensation, she forced her body to relax as she felt his rigid cock opening her up and pushing inside her.
Brie wanted to cry out in ecstasy as he began stroking her tight ass, giving her exactly what she needed.
“You feel too good,” he murmured huskily.
Brie nodded vigorously, agreeing one hundred percent with him that it felt too good.
Sir stopped several times to regain control. Those short interruptions made it more exciting because each time he reentered her, her inner muscles squeezed his cock hard, causing exquisite feelings for them both.
“I’m going to come,” he growled.
Brie’s pussy contracted in pleasure. Her heightened sensitivity was one of her favorite aspects of anal sex. She could feel everything when he came and sheneededto feel his come deep inside her.
The goosebumps started again when he began pumping his cock hard into her ass. It took everything in her not to cry out and tell him how good it felt when his cock pulsed as he released his seed inside her.
All of it was too much and her muscles tensed again, needing to climax.
“Yes…” he murmured huskily as she came a fifth time with his cock deep inside her ass.
Her muscles milked his cock as she whimpered in pleasure.
When he pulled out, she slowly slid down the glass, no longer able to support herself. Sir knelt down behind her and pulled her against him. The room was silent except for their rapid panting.
The two of them stayed in that position, oblivious to the rest of the world, while they recovered from their intense coupling.
Brie kept her eyes closed, feeling both wonderfully vulnerable and equally protected in his arms.
As a final act of dominance, Sir interlaced his fingers with hers and squeezed her tight against him.
“Mine.”
Sir stood up, helping Brie to her feet. She noticed their voyeur had turned off the living room light, but there was another light on farther inside the apartment. Brie imagined she was making good use of the scene she had just witnessed.
After getting dressed, Brie asked Sir if she could say goodbye to the apartment.
He chuckled softly, “Certainly.”
Brie went to their kitchen first. This room had been a source of humiliation, triumph, and love. It was here that she learned Sir didn’t eat eggs—or breakfast, for that matter—after her failed attempts at trying to make him an omelet that first morning. But this was also the kitchen where she had finally succeeded in making Sir’s favorite dish, Ribollita. In this very kitchen, Sir, the man who hated Christmas, had surprised her with a Christmas scavenger hunt that she would never forget.
Running her hands over all the counters and appliances, she looked to where the table used to be and said in a wistful voice, “I remember all the conversations we had here.”
Sir touched her temple and said, “They’re all still in here, babygirl.”
She nodded, knowing he was right.
Brie headed to their bedroom at the end of the hall. Gone were the gothic ironwork and crimson walls. In its place were completely vanilla walls painted a plain eggshell white with an empty closet devoid of fun toys.
She let out a small sigh. It was in this room that Brie truly came to understand Sir—not only his preferences and many talents but the man behind the Master. It was also in this room that Sir had learned to walk again and reclaim his life after the accident.
