Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (34 page)

Sir smoothed warmed lubricant over her sphincter, adding to the temperature play about to happen. Brie moaned in response, dribbles of mint dropping from her lips.

“I want you to experience a true Nebraskan Christmas,” he stated as he pushed the cold crystal against her tight ass.

Brie held her breath.

“Keep breathing,” he reminded her, “and bear down for me.”

She took in a deep breath before bearing down. Immediately, the ice-cold plug slipped inside her resistant hole. Her nipples contracted achingly from the sudden chill radiating from deep inside her, but her whimpers were muffled by the peppermint stick.

“That’s it, naughty girl. Take that cold crystal for Santa,” he murmured, removing the peppermint gag and wiping her lips with the towel.

Brie groaned with surprise when he kissed her. Sir tasted of rich chocolate, making a delicious combination of cocoa and mint. She lost herself in it, her body warmed by his passion as it was chilled by the toy.

After claiming her mouth, Sir stood before her so she could watch as he unrolled the mint condom over his rigid cock. “Are you ready to be fucked, plaything?”

Brie nodded eagerly. “I want to be fucked by your huge minty stick, Santa.”

Sir chuckled as he positioned himself behind her. “Now we can both experience a cold Nebraskan winter.” He eased his shaft into her tight pussy, made that much tighter by the cold crystal inside her ass.

His warm, thick shaft contrasted sharply with the cold butt plug, and they cried out in unison. “Fuuuuck! You’re like ice,” he growled lustfully, reaching around to play with her nipples.

He let her feel the tingling of his mint-covered cock before grabbing her hips and thrusting. The vigorous friction caused by his impassioned strokes began to counteract the cold between them.

Brie looked back at the reflection in the window, noticing that the sky was just starting to pinken with the approaching dawn as the song
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
played in the background.

She had to stifle a giggle. There she was, tied in twinkly lights to a tantra chair, ornaments on her nipples, being pounded hard by her Master wearing a Santa hat. She knew she would never think of that song in the same way again.

Sir pulled out momentarily to remove the condom before diving back in. After several hearty thrusts, he became completely still, coming hard inside her. Brie cried out as his hot seed coated her chilled depths. In response, her pussy immediately clenched his shaft, milking him with her own powerful orgasm.

“Oh…my…Santa…” she panted.

Sir didn’t move until the last pulse of her climax had ended. He pulled out slowly and rained kisses on her ass as he carefully removed the crystal. Then he unbound her. Once she was free, he lovingly unclamped a snowflake and sucked on her nipple to ease the pain of its release. He looked at her with a wicked grin as he removed the second one. Brie moaned with pleasure, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain the snowflakes caused.

Finally, Sir gathered her in his arms and cradled her against his chest, petting her hair gently in time with the music. Brie lay there, completely and beautifully spent, listening to the Christmas music and thinking that this had been the best Christmas ever—and then she saw it.

Mine

B
rie spied a small box under the tiny Christmas tree.

“Sir, is that another present?”

He looked in the direction of the Bonsai tree. “One has to wonder.”

Brie grinned. “May I go and look?”

Sir released her from his embrace. “By all means, but first you have to kiss me.”

She traced his lips with her finger before leaning in for the kiss. “And here I thought you didn’t do Christmas.” She got up and retrieved the thin box before returning to Sir’s arms.

She slowly opened the lid of the red velvet box and put her hand to her lips when she saw what was inside. “Oh, Sir…”

He reached in and pulled out the strand of dark pearls. “They’re Tahitian black pearls.”

Brie took the necklace from him, looking at the iridescent sheen of the multicolored pearls. “I’ve never seen anything like them before. They’re exquisite, Sir.”

He took the necklace from her and looped the strand once, putting it over her head and resting it between her breasts. “Knowing our history with pearls, I thought we might enjoy a fresh start.”

She stroked the beads appreciatively. “This has to be the most wonderful Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“That’s not all, Brie.”

She looked back in the box and saw a red envelope. “More?”

He nodded, a curious grin on his lips.

Brie picked it up and pulled out the card inside. She smiled as she looked at the card, but when she read the words, her bottom lip began to tremble.

You are MINE

Yet two things still separate us

A date

And a place

She opened the card and read:

You are cordially invited to the wedding of

Brianna Renee Bennett

and

Thane Lorenzo Davis

June 25

Brie stared at it, tears coming to her eyes. She whispered in disbelief, “We have a date.”

“Yes.”

“And the place?”

He caressed her cheek. “That, my beautiful sub, will remain my secret.”

Brie would have protested, but she was far too thrilled knowing the date had finally been set for their wedding day—a dream come true.

She sighed happily. “June 25th…”

“Come hell or high water, we will be wed on that day,” Sir assured her, laying Brie’s head back against his chest. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sound of her Master’s strong heartbeat.

In six months they would be man and wife—it was official now.

Merry Freakin’ Christmas, Brie…

A Meal With Master

B
rie stared into Sir’s eyes as they lay together. He looked so serious… She sensed that he’d made an important decision but was still grappling with it. Their little ‘holiday’ from their problems hadn’t fixed the issues they faced, but it had reconnected Brie to him on a soul level—and that was vital. They could survive anything as long as they remained connected to each other.

“Did I mention I loved spending Christmas morning with you, Sir?”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her eye. “Yes, a number of times.”

She turned and spooned against him, snuggling closer. “Spending time with you was the best present of all…”

Sir held her tight as they lay watching the sun slowly breach the horizon on the first day of the New Year, flooding the room with light. He gently nuzzled her ear with his lips before stating hoarsely, “I’ve decided to begin the process.”

A dark current of fear coursed through Brie. It was disconcerting when she knew it was a good thing that Sir was ready to take action. “With your mother?”

“Yes. I’m meeting with Thompson tomorrow. My mother has a mass of outstanding debts and I would like to know the full extent and nature of them.”

Brie turned to face Sir, caressing his cheek lovingly. “This is a big step for you.”

“I’ve given it an inordinate amount of thought. Initially, I believed it best to remember her as the woman I knew as a boy. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that I cannot let her die without understanding the woman she’s become.”

“That’s courageous, Sir,” she told him, but shuddered inwardly at the thought. “I worry that you may find out things that will upset or hurt you.”

He gently traced his thumb over her downturned lips. “I’m the kind of person who prefers to know the truth rather than have things that are unpleasant kept from me. Unlike most people, ignorance is not my bliss.”

She smiled, loving the ticklish feel of his touch. “Yes, I’ve learned that about you the hard way.”

He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “But at least you learned.”

Brie couldn’t shake the ominous feeling associated with Sir and his mother and it confused her. She knew he needed to move forward, and the only way to do that was to wade through the mess his mother had made of her life. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, Sir.”

“I expect no less from my condor.”

She settled back in his arms and sighed as she stared at the sun bathing the city with its golden light. It was impossible not to feel hope.

“Happy New Year, Sir…”

Brie stood in Mr. Holloway’s office a month later, anxious to show him what she had filmed so far. She glanced down at the diamond ring on her finger and the pleasant butterflies started. She would be marrying Sir in less than five months…

Unfortunately, that left her little time to get all the filming complete for her second documentary. Wasting time going in a direction Mr. Holloway would not support was not an option for her, which was why she’d requested the special meeting.

Brie noticed that he watched Headmaster Coen’s entire spanking scene while wearing a slight smirk on his face. Afterwards he turned to Brie, shaking his head. “This one is flirting with an XXX rating, Miss Bennett. I counted four orgasms, possibly five.”