Page 40 of The Ties That Bind
He caressed her cheek while keeping one hand firmly on the wheel. “I cannot express what it means to me, babygirl.”
When they arrived home, Sir helped Brie out of his Lotus before giving her a command.
“Kneel by the Tantra chair while I select a tool.”
Brie nodded, eager to rekindle the flames he’d ignited during their lesson. “Would you like me to undress, Master?”
He surprised her when he answered, “No.”
Intrigued, she headed into their bedroom to the Tantra chair and eased herself down to the floor fully clothed.
“Keep your eyes lowered,” he directed when he entered the room. He then called out the code for the electronic lock.
She watched covertly as the door to their secret room swung open and Sir disappeared inside. Brie waited breathlessly while he took his time selecting a tool.
She kept her head bowed as he had commanded, even though she was dying to know what he had chosen.
When he returned, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Do not move.”
Sir caressed her breasts with the instrument. With her head lowered, she was able to see he held a leather crop in his hand. However, the tongue was ornately decorated on one side with lace and satin ties in the crisscross pattern of a corset. Although she was familiar with this type of instrument, the tool was a new one in his arsenal.
He teased both of her breasts, causing her nipples to instantly harden. It had been a long time since he’d used an instrument while she was fully dressed. There was something so erotic about the unexpected element and it made her whole body quiver.
Damn, Sir knew how to constantly surprise her!
He slid the crop upwards toward her throat, caressing her jawline with it. Her skin tingled wherever the leather tongue made contact, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine.
Placing the crop’s tongue under her chin, he lifted her head. “You are mine, téa.”
Her pussy contracted in pleasure hearing the possessive tone of his voice.
“Yes, Master.”
Moving her hair over one shoulder so he would have better access, he moved his attention to her back. Just as he had with the front, he trailed the crop lightly down her spine, sending pleasant chills through her body.
It seemed unreal that he could make her gushing wet with just the light touch of the crop. “Oh, Master…”
His low chuckle turned her on even more.
Sir spanked both of her butt cheeks with the crop before grabbing her throat with one hand and sliding the crop underneath the collar of her blouse with the other. Goosebumps rose on her skin when she felt the sensual caress of the leather.
Giving in to it, Brie closed her eyes when the crop slid under her bra and touched her hard nipple. Brie let out a moan of desperation and pleasure, her pussy aching in need for him. The intimacy of his touch through the use of an object helped enhance the experience for her.
Sir stopped for a moment to unbutton the front of her blouse. She held her breath as it fell away, exposing her breasts.
“You are a cinema, téa. I could stare at you for hours…” he murmured lustfully.
Brie smiled to herself, remembering the song he used to play when he placed her in sensual poses and admired her for long periods of time while they were abstaining from sex in preparation for the honeymoon. She was supremely grateful it was not the case tonight.
Sir continued to tease her with the crop, using it as an extension of his fingers. It was an otherworldly experience, and Brie completely surrendered to his seductive caress.
Eventually, he removed her blouse and bra altogether, wanting full access to her skin.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
Brie immediately obeyed and was treated to more teasing as he lightly slapped each breast with the crop. His intention was not to sting the skin but to warm it with the instrument.
When he was satisfied with her state of arousal, he ran the crop down her round belly and slipped it under her skirt, rubbing her pussy through her panties. “I can smell how wet you are, téa.”
