Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (32 page)

Another, equally forceful swat followed. The sting of it radiated from the area of contact and the electricity of it traveled straight to her pussy.

How did he do that?

Spankings never felt as good as when Sir delivered them—even Headmaster Coen’s skill did not compare. She gasped as he continued to spank her naughty little ass, bringing tears to her eyes while making her equally wet with desire.

When he finally stopped, she squeaked, trembling on his lap.

“Do you have anything to say?”

“I’m sorry for my disrespect, Sir. I did not mean to call you wise.”

He swatted her with extra force.

She squeaked. “What was that for?”

“Willful misrepresentation. You led me to believe this item would get me in the mood.”

Brie smiled up at him, her ass still stinging from his hand. “I meant in the mood for Christmas, Sir.”

He gave her a crooked smile, chuckling in disbelief at her brashness. “You are a naughty girl, Brie Bennett.”

“Speaking of naughty, I’ve always fantasized about eating Santa.”

He looked properly shocked. “You
are
wicked.”

Sir took off the hat and placed it on the coffee table before lifting her off his lap and ordering her to strip. Brie smiled as she slipped off her panties and flirtatiously flipped her little red kilt, letting him catch a glimpse of her bare mound.

“Very nice.”

Giving him a curtsy, she turned away and slowly unzipped the kilt, letting it fall to the floor. She pulled off her blouse next, wiggling her hips as she did, so that he could admire her red little ass. Brie undid her lacy bra and flung it behind her, impressed when he deftly caught it in his hand.

She turned to face him again and presented herself, hands behind her back, her legs slightly spread where she stood to show her willingness for play.

Sir unbuttoned his slacks and smiled lewdly. “Come and put those naughty lips around this cock.”

Brie sauntered up to him and gratefully sank to the floor, opening her mouth to take his manhood, but Sir stopped her. “Wait.”

He retrieved the hat from the coffee table and placed it on her head. “Begin.”

She smiled up at him, the soft furry ball of the hat tickling her cheek. Brie opened her lips and took his shaft into her mouth, purring as she flicked and licked the head of it. The tanginess of his pre-come played on her tongue. Tasting his excitement always had an erotic effect on her, making her pussy ache to satisfy his manly desire.

When he took her head in his hands and guided her deeper onto his shaft, she moaned in pure bliss.

“Remember the first time you took my cock in your mouth?”

She pulled away to answer him, smiling sweetly. “Of course I do, Sir.”

“As I recall, you had to have your hands tied behind your back, but look at you now…” He guided her back onto his cock and she relaxed her throat to take him deep. She swallowed the length of his shaft, then slowly pulled back before returning to the base in short, slow movements. It was the same move she’d used when she’d deep-throated him for the first time.

The motion helped to constrict her throat, giving him the tightness he enjoyed. It also left her in control, allowing her to lavish love on his cock at her own pace.

Sir surprised her by holding her head against him for several moments before releasing her. It forced her to quiet herself as she felt her heart start pounding from the temporary lack of oxygen.

Brie took in several deep breaths before eagerly taking him again, excited by the power play. She rode up and down his shaft until he held her still, her lips buried in his dark pubic hair.

He took longer to release her this time, forcing her to concentrate on him. “Next time, I will come,” he informed her as she pulled away.

She shivered with anticipation, taking long, deep breaths to ready herself for the challenge. She wiped her mouth with a playful smile. Oral sex had a way of making both partners powerful at the same time. She knew he struggled not to come as she deep-throated him, and he knew he had complete control of her mouth. It was an exciting exchange between Dominant and submissive.

She nibbled and teased the head of his shaft with her teeth and tongue, drawing out his final release. The fact that Sir allowed it meant that he was enjoying the anticipation as much as she.

Taking one last deep breath, she opened her lips wide and took his rock-hard shaft into her mouth. Sir groaned as his cock traveled down her tight throat. He held her head in place against him, then began thrusting slowly.

His build-up was slow, forcing her to be patient and to trust him as her heart pounded and her lungs burned. But then the moment came, the swelling of his cock just before the rhythmic release of his seed. Both groaned in ecstasy as his come shot down her throat—the exchange complete.

“I’m not done with you yet, naughty girl.”

Brie giggled as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, slapping her ass hard before carrying her towards the bedroom.

Christmas Kink

B
rie woke up early on Christmas morning and tried to roll out of bed without waking Sir, but he wrapped his arm tightly around her. “Where are you going at four in the morning?”

“You gave me permission last night, Sir. Remember, it’s a surprise. Go back to sleep.”

He took his arm away. “Fine, leave your Master cold and alone.”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’ll thank me later, I promise.”

“I can’t imagine anything can equal your warm body pressed against mine.”

Brie smiled as she tiptoed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. She hurried to the kitchen, hardly able to contain her excitement. She put on a frilly apron to protect her naked body as she cooked, and laid out the tools required for the dish.

For the first time in her life, Brie felt confident in the kitchen, knowing exactly what she needed to do to create the special dish Sir loved. She put on headphones and turned up the volume, dancing and twirling to Christmas music as she cooked.

Every ingredient was professionally and lovingly handled as she recreated the
ribollita
. She thought of Sir’s father making this dish for his family, and could relate to the love and joy he must have felt. She was grateful for that love, even though it had ended in tragedy, because Sir was a direct result.

She thought back to her own childhood, remembering with fondness the excitement of Christmas morning. She’d wake up far too early, waiting for sounds of her parents. Her father never failed to awaken at an ungodly hour, as excited as she was for the magic of Christmas to begin. Before she was allowed to unwrap presents, however, they would have hot chocolate together as a family—a special cocoa that was reserved only for Christmas morning. The three of them would spend that time reminiscing about their best and worst Christmas memories.

Brie suddenly had an image of Ruth. Instead of lying in a hospital bed covered in tubes, she was a young mother in love.
I bet you giggled on Christmas morning when your little boy got up and raced to the tree to discover what Santa had brought for him.

A tear escaped, but Brie brushed it away. Christmas morning was not a time for crying. She smiled instead as she put the final touches on the dish and waited for Sir. Luckily, her wait was not long.

“What’s this I smell?” Sir asked as he walked down the hallway towards her.

Brie quickly took off her apron and earphones. She took a proper stance as she waited for him, her heart racing with excitement. When he rounded the corner, she directed him to sit at the kitchen table, which she had already set with red napkins, gold bowls and a small poinsettia as the centerpiece.

She explained, “When I was a girl, we would always come to the table early on Christmas morning for hot chocolate. I thought it would be nice if we changed the tradition a little.” With nerves threatening to do her in, she took the large pot from the stove and placed it before Sir. She took a deep breath before lifting the lid and presenting it to him.

He stared at her dish with a look of astonishment. “Is this what I think it is?”

She nodded eagerly, grabbing olive oil and freshly grated parmesan cheese and placing them on the table.

“Did you make it?”

Again she nodded vigorously.

“All by yourself?”

“It’s my gift to you.”

“It smells delicious.” He spooned a healthy amount into his bowl and drizzled olive oil over it, adding the parmesan last.

Brie couldn’t breathe as she waited for him to take a bite, clasping her hands against her chest as she watched. She stared at his luscious lips as he blew on the spoon before taking that first taste. Her gaze traveled up to his eyes and she was surprised to see that they were watering.

“Is it not good enough, Sir?”

“It’s perfection, Brie.”

She felt as if she was going to burst with happiness. “I’m so glad, Sir.”

He took another spoonful and asked her to taste it. As she swallowed the savory Italian stew, he told her, “You are tasting my childhood.”

She looked at him gratefully. “Thank you, Sir. I’m honored you feel that way.”

“No, thank
you
, Brie. I cannot think of a more fitting Christmas gift.”

He took her in his lap and the two of them shared his bowl. It was the most romantic thing ever.

When he was done, he kissed her on the lips. “I told you that I don’t do the whole Christmas scene.”

“I know, Sir. That’s okay. It’s the giving part I like the most, anyway.”

He smiled knowingly. “That doesn’t surprise me, little sub.”

She grinned at him, laying her head on his shoulder.

“However…” He slipped a small red envelope onto the table.

Her eyes widened as she took it. “What’s this?”

“Open it and find out.”

She hurriedly ripped the tiny envelope open, pulling out a handwritten note in Sir’s exquisite penmanship.

Many people decorate for Christmas.

Open the front door to retrieve my favorite kind of decoration.

Brie looked at him questioningly. “Sir?”

He said nothing, waiting for her to follow his instructions.

Brie went up to the door and looked through the peephole, not seeing anything or anyone. Completely naked, she unlocked the front door and opened it a crack. The hallway was silent because of the earliness of the hour.

She opened the door a little wider and squealed with joy when she spied a large plastic candy cane leaning against the wall.

Brie grabbed it, noticing there was a note attached. She quickly shut the door and opened it.

Return the cane to its owner and proceed to your reflection.

Brie ran back to Sir, tickled by his little scavenger hunt.

She formally held out the decorative cane with both hands. He took it from her and placed it on the table. She thought she knew where to head next, and ran down the hallway towards the bathroom, giggling like a little girl. On the counter she found two snowflake ornaments trimmed in gold, with clips to attach them to the tree. She wondered whether they represented the two of them, and gave each a kiss before reading her next note.

Return the ornaments and explore my place of work to find your next surprise.

She was curious what the next one might be as she handed Sir the beautiful snowflakes. “They’re so pretty, Sir.”

He had a definite smirk on his face when he placed them on the table.

Brie went to his desk, expecting to see a gift waiting for her, but it was as clean and tidy as it always was. She looked at her note again and realized he’d instructed her to explore the area.

She started opening all the drawers, a sense of excitement building as she searched for her surprise. Inside the bottom drawer, she found a spool of thick velvet ribbon. She took it out along with another note.

Return my ribbon and find the stick of mint where food is stored.

She walked back to Sir and handed him the ribbon, which he carefully put beside the other items. Brie disappeared into the pantry next, but second-guessed herself when she couldn’t find anything. Surely it had to be the place he meant. She searched again, being more thorough, and was rewarded when she found a huge peppermint stick hidden amongst the dried herbs.