Page 20 of Her Sweet Surrender
Sir held his finger up for silence and then left to turn on the music. Soon, the sweet, haunting melody of his father’s violin filled the air.
He returned to her and held out his hand. “Shall we dance, wife?”
“Please, husband.”
Sir grasped her hand firmly, resting his other in the small of her back. Brie glided across the floor in his strong arms, reliving that dance on the piazza.
Unlike the first time, however, Sir let his hands wander as they moved together, lightly brushing against her nipples and cupping her ass as they danced.
“I can’t resist you,” he growled in a husky voice, sweeping her off her feet before the song was even finished. Carrying her into the bedroom, he stopped to kiss her before setting her down.
Brie parted her lips as she responded to his desire, moaning softly when he claimed her with his tongue. The kiss left her so lightheaded afterward, she stumbled weakly when her feet touched the floor.
“Are you okay?” he asked with amusement.
“Your kisses slay me, Sir.”
He grazed her lips with his finger. “Tonight, we use our given names.”
Brie nodded, the butterflies starting up again. She wondered the reason for his change in protocol.
He pointed to the vase. “I brought these down because I want you to choose one.”
Brie felt a surge of excitement as she approached the massive bouquet. Now she knew the true purpose for the flowers.
“Pick the most exquisite rose from the arrangement,” he instructed.
Brie nodded and walked around the bouquet as she looked over each flower carefully. When she had narrowed it down, she pulled the winning rose from the vase. The bloom was huge, every petal perfectly formed. As a final test, Brie breathed in its intoxicating scent and purred in pleasure.
Sir moved up behind her and lightly grazed her cheek with the back of his hand as he whispered in a low, husky voice, “Brianna…”
Erotic chills coursed through her and she wondered if he knew the power his voice had over her body.
“Are you confident in your choice?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
She breathed in its heavenly scent again. “I am. This rose is truly exquisite in every way.”
He gazed down at the flower. “Good. I want only the best for my goddess.”
Brie closed her eyes as Sir slowly ran his hand down her arm, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.
“Do you remember the first time we scened with a rose?”
“I do,” Brie answered breathlessly. “It was at the Training Center…” She paused for a moment, purring softly. “You used the petals to cover my eyes.”
“I did,” he replied in a gruff voice, lightly tracing the line of her collar-bone.
Brie had never forgotten that night. He’d begun the lesson by informing her that the human brain was capable of taking a simple stimulus and magnifying it many times greater than it was, then he had used that power to magnify his simple caress into an orgasmic experience.
She suspected it was the reason he preferred using his touch over traditional BDSM tools. Truthfully,anylesson from him was guaranteed to be incredibly erotic and satisfying.
“Tonight, I have a new lesson for you.”
Brie gripped the stem of the rose tighter, completely enchanted at the idea of another lesson with a rose under the skillful hands of her Master.
“You will focus all of your senses on me while I make slow, passionate love to you, Brie.”
She glanced down at the rose, trembling in anticipation.
