Page 42 of The Ties That Bind
Sir positioned his cock, letting out a deep-throated groan as he slowly thrust his shaft into her pussy all the way to the hilt.
Brie let out a strangled cry as she took the full length of his cock. He fisted her hair, pressing himself even deeper into her. The challenge of it heightened her arousal.
“Your body is desperate for me.”
She moaned in agreement, her body shuddering with satisfaction after receiving what she had been craving all evening.
“Do you want it gentle or rough?”
“Rough,” she cried, imagining the hard pounding she was about to enjoy.
Sir’s low chuckle filled the room. “What happened to your desire for my pleasure, téa?”
She immediately amended her answer. “Only if it pleases you, Master.”
Instead of rough sex, Sir was gentle with her. Each stroke was deep and challenging, but he thrust into her slowly, making it a sensual exchange that drew her even closer to him. Each measured stroke of his shaft stimulated her G-spot, making her thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“You’re close,” he murmured in her ear.
“So close…”
“Would you like to come?”
She purred, “Only if it pleases you.”
Sir leaned down, biting her neck. “It does…”
Brie whimpered in pleasure, submitting to the flames he had stoked so meticulously over the entire evening.
The orgasm Brie experienced was uniquely strong but tender, her pussy clenching his shaft with each pulse as she came. It wasn’t until the last powerful surge passed that she felt his cock stiffen inside her just before he filled her with his essence.
Brie moaned when he came, entranced by his control and dedication to their mutual pleasure. Afterward, he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the bruised area left by his teeth.
“I love you, Master,” she sighed, feeling completely satisfied, physically and emotionally.
“And I love you, my fuckable goddess.”
Brie received a box from Russia a couple of days later. She opened it up and found a card and two stuffed animals.
The card read:
The horse is formoye solntseand the bear is for the babe. They are to be played at bedtime.
There was also a box wrapped in red paper addressed to Sir. Curious, Brie opened the card attached:
You are not to open the red box,radost moya. It is for your Master’s eyes only.
Brie laughed, now even more curious about the red box. “Wicked sadist…”
She had no idea why Rytsar wanted Hope to play with her new toy only at bedtime, but didn’t question it. However, her daughter would not be denied once she saw the white horse.
Hope held up her hands for it as if she knew the gift was from herdyadya.
Grabbing it by one of the hooves, Hope ran off, dragging the horse across the floor with Shadow following behind her.
Out of the blue, Brie heard Rytsar’s voice fill the room, “Moye solntse…”
She turned to see Hope staring at the horse with wide eyes as the stuffed animal spoke to her. “I wish you sweet dreams tonight. May you ride the clouds of sleep on your brilliant steed and return to Earth safe and sound knowing yourdyadyaloves you.”
