Page 64 of Beneath the Flames
This experience had been truly magical, and it had left Brie completely breathless.
As soon as Brie got home, she ran inside, wanting to share the experience with Sir. Her words falling all over themselves, she gushed about how incredible the scene had been to watch.
“It was amazing, Sir! I wasn’t prepared for how incredible Fire Flogging really is. Watching those blazing ropes flying through the air and hearing the fire burn so fiercely as he caressed her skin with their heat…I’ve never seen anything more beautiful!”
She looked at him almost feverishly, unable to hide her excitement. “I can’t begin to imagine what it must feel like! Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to ask Nenove about it because Master Nosh carried her off to perform a long session of aftercare before he started his workday.” She shook her head. “That poor man…”
Laughing at herself, she told him, “Here I am just babbling on and on, Sir. But I can’t help it. It was just so amazing!”
“So I’ve heard,” he chuckled.
Brie squealed and flailed her arms in excitement as she tried to describe the entire scene from start to finish. Then she suddenly remembered the children must be asleep and covered her mouth. “Hopefully, I didn’t wake them…”
“No chance of that,” Sir told her.
She cocked her head, a smile of understanding spreading across her lips when she saw the glint in his eyes. “They’re not here, are they?”
“Correct,” he answered with a sexy grin, taking her arm and guiding her toward the bedroom. “I know how excited you get after filming a scene, so I thought it might be prudent to plan a session…”
Brie let out a gasp when she walked into the room and saw a wide swath of red rose petals that had been scattered on the floor. They led to the open door of their secret room. As they walked on the path made of roses, he asked her, “Do you remember our trip to Russia, téa?”
Brie entered the room and saw that the bondagetable was encircled by unlit candles set on the floor. On a small table beside it, Brie spotted all the instruments neatly set up for a session of fire play, including the fire extinguisher.
Looking up at him amorously, she answered, “I do, Master.”
Sweeping his hand to the right side of the table, he said, “As you recall, the line of sadists sat in a row, waiting to enjoy our scene together.”
Brie let out a little sigh, remembering how nervous she’d been that night in Russia.
Picking up a hairbrush from the table, Sir began brushing out her long hair. Chills of pleasure cascaded from her scalp down her back as he slowly stroked her hair with the bristles before binding her hair up.
Brie trembled when Sir set the brush down and guided her to the bondage table, supporting her as she stepped over the barrier of candles.
Turning her to face to the right, he murmured in her ear, “The men are watching you, téa…”
Sir began to undress her, kissing her neck as her clothes fell to the floor. Once she was completely naked, his hands roved over her breasts, teasing her as his fingers lightly pinched and tugged at her nipples.
Sir lowered his head, grazing her bare shoulder with his sensual lips. Giving in to the magic of his caress, she tapped into the memory of that night, feeding off its energy as she pretended the men in that audience were watching them.
Grinding her body against her Master, she moaned softly.
Just as he had that night, Sir lifted her right arm above her head. Running his fingers down the side of her breast, he followed the concave of her waist and the swell of her hips, tickling her skin with his light caress. Sir then picked up a long red cord. Doubling up the rope, he tied it around her right forearm, starting at the wrist, and then proceeded to create an intricate, braided pattern. When he was finished, he leaned in and murmured, “A warrior’s cuff for my goddess.”
Brie smiled, remembering how much it had encouraged her that night. It meant even more to her now.
He glided the fingers of one hand down her stomach and then between her thighs while he captured her breast with the other. She gasped in pleasure when she felt his fingers slide into her wet pussy.
“I knew you would be dripping wet after watching Master Nosh’s skill with fire,” he told her.
“I am wet, Master. So, so wet for you…”
Biting her neck lightly, he commanded, “Lie face down on the table, arms and legs outstretched.”
Brie eagerly slid onto the table, moving with catlike grace, and laid herself out for him. She imagined the hungry stares of the sadists watching her.
Sir dipped a large swab into a container of alcohol, and Brie felt the welcomed coolness of it as he trailed the liquid across her skin. Sir lit a second swab and then leaned down, kissing her cheek while being careful to keep the flame away from her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
