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Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Sir walk out of the room and the distinct sound of the martini glasses being placed on a granite counter.
It begins…

“Don’t move or speak, but you are allowed to come,” he murmured as he drew close. Brie bit her lip when Sir lightly traced her shoulder with his fingertips, her whole body concentrating solely on his touch. She continued to sneak peeks at him in the reflection, enjoying the erotic contrast of her being completely nude while he remained in his tux, minus the jacket.

Sir’s hand trailed down her back and over the swell of her ass. Brie had to consciously stifle her cry when his demanding fingers pressed into her sex and he felt the extent of her need.

His grunt was low and passionate. “Your body betrays you. You stand quiet and demure, but inside you are a raging firestorm of desire.”

She struggled to keep quiet when he began playing with her pussy, already oversensitive from need of him. With his expert fingers, he quickly brought her to a swift orgasm.

“So soon?” Sir chuckled lightly in her ear. Then he knelt down on the floor.

Brie about died when she felt his tongue on her still throbbing clit. She made a muffled squeak and closed her eyes tightly, trying to remain upright as he spread her outer lips with his fingers and took a long, drawn-out lick.

“I love the taste of Brie.”

He’s making a joke?
She almost burst out in giggles but bit down on her lip hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.

Brie’s legs trembled as Sir swirled his tongue over her clit, between her dripping inner lips, until he reached that sensitive area between her opening and her sphincter. Her inner muscles contracted powerfully. To have Sir concentrate his oral attention so close to her ass felt enticingly forbidden. Unfortunately, the area was so sensitive that her knees buckled.

Sir seemed to have anticipated it, because his hands cradled her buttocks as he gave Brie the support she needed to regain her stance. “No moving,” he admonished as she returned to the same spot. Brie gasped when he pressed his fingers onto her clit and rubbed in circles slowly, causing a delicious burn.

She was completely held under his spell, his willing and wanton plaything.

“Come,” he whispered hoarsely from between her legs.

Her body tensed, initially resisting the command. Soon, however, a cold chill settled on Brie, traveling through her body just before she exploded in a second release, far more powerful than the first. He licked her clit as it pulsed against his tongue.

With a will of iron, she stayed in place and only made small, whimpering gasps. As the last contraction reverberated through her small frame, Sir growled lustfully, “Your ass calls to me.”

A cry caught in her throat as he coated his thumb with her juices and slipped it into her tight hole. He played with her ass while he continued to sensually torture her with his tongue. Sir began sucking on her clit in a rhythmic manner, causing her pussy to burn with unbearable heat. When he started thrusting his thumb to match that rhythm, her pussy exploded in violent pleasure.

Brie’s legs shook uncontrollably as the third orgasm rolled over her. She was going to fall—there was no way to prevent it. “Sir…” she whimpered just before her legs gave out.

He chuckled as he caught her. “Can’t handle your new Master?”

She looked up at him in amazement.
The power of the man...

“Tsk, tsk,” he joked as he helped her up. But then he ordered, “Resume the position, téa.”

She had to look down at her feet to make sure they were spread properly, because her entire body had become weak and uncooperative. Brie put her hands on the cold glass and pressed her nipples against it.
Can a woman faint from coming?
she wondered. She knew she was in for a hard fall the instant she heard him unzip his pants.

Slow breaths, Brie...
She watched Sir’s reflection clandestinely as he positioned himself behind her. His hard cock pressed against her wet, overly excited pussy just before he thrust his full length into her, causing her nipples to rub against the cold glass.

Oh, dear God!

He grabbed her buttocks and thrust, each stroke pronounced and effective. Brie had to brace her hands against the glass to meet his fervent strokes. He made sure her nipples took the onslaught, and they rubbed up and down the chilly glass with each motion. Electrical jolts from the friction coursed straight to her groin.

She looked at Sir in the reflection, watching the concentration on his face as he delivered exactly what he wanted her to receive. Then he leaned into her, putting his hands on top of hers. She stared at their intertwined fingers, overcome by the sensuality of it.

Sir pressed her body against the glass, growling in her ear, “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the first day I saw you.”

Brie closed her eyes and whimpered when his lips came down on her neck and he bit her as if he were a lion subduing its mate. She gave in entirely when her body embraced the chilly wave of her fourth orgasm, no longer needing to concern herself with standing. Sir held her in place with the pressure of his body against hers, his teeth still positioned on her neck. She shuddered afterwards, slowly becoming aware that her cheeks were wet with tears.

“Mine,” he stated as he pulled away from her, denying his own release.

Brie gasped breathlessly as she realigned herself to Sir’s specifications. Legs apart, hands on the glass, nipples touching it… She quivered all over, a bundle of spent energy. He knew how to dominate her mind, body and spirit. Even her orgasms, which she’d considered hers alone to control. It was a profound lesson indeed.

 

 

Lesson Two: The Heart

 

Sir directed Brie to the bathroom down the hall. “Come back to me when you are refreshed, téa.”

She smiled at him, loving the name he had given her. Brie made her way to the bathroom on noodle legs, shutting the door and leaning against the counter for support. The beautiful collar around her neck caught her eye when she looked into the mirror. Brie brushed it lightly with her fingers. She then looked down at the word he had written across her chest: ‘Mine’.

I’m Sir’s.

The thought of that sent a warm shiver through her. Brie quickly cleaned herself off, then ran her fingers through her hair and pinched her cheeks to pinken them before returning to Master.

Sir was sitting on the couch, waiting for her. He made a sweeping gesture and asked, “Where would you feel comfortable sitting?”

He was giving her a choice, but Brie knew exactly where she wanted to be. She knelt beside him on the floor, the same way she had the first night they’d spent time alone together at the Training Center. Thankfully, there was a throw beside the couch, which made the kneeling comfortable. She suspected Sir had placed it there intentionally.

Sir smiled down at her and petted her long, brown curls. “I approve of your choice,” he murmured.

“I have longed to sit beside you like this again, Master.”

She closed her eyes and reveled in the delightful sensations evoked by Sir’s hand. Each time he brushed through her hair, a burst of electrical tingles traveled down her spine. The two sat in silence, absorbing the shock of this new dynamic together—and this new life.

Brie eventually braved the question that had been burning in the back of her mind since he’d mentioned it. “Sir, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Yes, téa.”

“When you mentioned your father, you used the word ‘was’.”

“I did. However, it is not something I care to discuss tonight.”

She looked down at the floor, regretting that she’d mentioned it.

Sir commanded, “Look at me.”

Brie peeked up at Sir hesitantly.

“You are allowed to ask questions. I encourage it. But tonight I have other plans.”

Her eyes traveled to his crotch and she noticed the hardness of his shaft outlined beneath his black pants. When she looked into her Master’s eyes, she saw lust reflected back.

Sir slowly unzipped his slacks, releasing his rigid cock. He opened his legs wider and Brie obediently moved in between, taking his princely cock in both hands. With slow, luscious licks and light nibbles, she loved his shaft before taking its fullness into her mouth.

The tang of her own juices still covered his cock, mixing with his pre-come. Brie moaned, savoring the taste of their blend. He pulled his pants down farther before he lightly fisted her hair and guided her. She purred, sucking harder as she moved her lips up and down his handsome shaft.

Making love to Sir with her mouth was intimate and powerfully bonding. She flicked her tongue against his frenulum and around the sensitive ridge of the head. He groaned and lay back farther on the couch, spreading his legs more. She relaxed her throat, preparing to take him more deeply, just as his cell phone rang.

Sir opened his eyes and sighed. “I have to take this, but do not stop.” He fished the cellphone from the pocket of his open pants.

Brie did not want to distract him from the call by deep-throating him, so she concentrated on his balls and the sensitive spot just below them. She could hear Mr. Gallant’s voice in her head: “
The perineum is the area between the testicles and the anus. Do not forget this area
.”

As she pleasured him, she couldn’t help listening to Sir’s side of the conversation. “No, I won’t be able to make it tonight.”

There was a deep rumble on the other end.

“I assure you that is not the case.”

The phone erupted in a low roll of laughter.

Rytsar.

The deep rumbling continued on the other end, to which Sir replied, “Yes, I see no reason not to schedule a trip now.” She could hear laughter on the other end. Brie attempted to hide her smile unsuccessfully.

“It appears my submissive is agreeable to the idea, as well.”

Brie’s heart melted at being called
his
submissive. A trip to Russia to visit the infamous Rytsar in his homeland would be an adventure, but truly nothing could compare to now. She lavished even more attention on Sir’s cock, wanting him to feel
how profoundly she loved him.

“Fine. I’ll work out the details later. I’m sure you’ll understand why I am hanging up on you.” Sir shut his phone with a snap and stuffed it back in his pocket. Brie took it to mean she could begin deep-throating him, and slid the head of his shaft to the back of her throat, relaxing her muscles so she could take him deeper.

“No, not yet,” he stated. She released her hold on his cock and looked up at him from between his muscular thighs.

“Do you know what that is?” he asked, pointing to the stylish red lounger.

“An artful chair, Sir.”

He raised an eyebrow suggestively, making her loins quiver. There was no doubt it was more than a simple lounge.

“It’s called a Tantra chair, téa. Especially designed for the Kama Sutra. Are you familiar with the Kama Sutra?”

“I’ve heard of it, Sir. But no, I don’t know anything about the Kama Sutra.”

He lifted her chin up and leaned over to kiss her. “My naïve submissive, there is still so much you have yet to learn.”

She smiled at him with love. “I’m honored to have you as teacher.”

He nodded and then replied huskily, “And Master. Sit in the chair for me.”

Her whole body trembled as she got up from the floor and lay down in the arc of the red chaise. Brie took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as Sir shed his clothes in front of her, his belt hitting the marble floor with a satisfying clang. She marveled at Sir’s masculine body. Dark hair covered his toned chest and powerful thighs, and framed Sir’s powerful shaft, thick and physically pleasing. Truly the most beautiful cock she had ever seen—or felt.

Brie was surprised when he left her there, and instead walked down the hall of his apartment. She turned her head towards the window to look at the city twinkling in the night. She loved the beauty of LA at night. It spoke of hope, magic and dreams coming true…

When she heard Sir, she started to turn her head but he ordered, “No, stay as you were.”

Brie settled back onto the chair, biting her lip to stop the questions spurred by his command. She pretended to stare out at the city lights, but she was intently watching his reflection.

Sir looked as magnificent naked as he did dressed, and he carried himself with confidence that made his being nude seem completely natural—preferred, actually.

She could tell he had something in his hand, but was unable to identify it. Brie watched as he approached her. She held her breath when he stood over Brie and gazed at her body. She saw Sir hold up his hand just before all the lights went out.

“Master?”

“Hush…”

She waited, listening to the sound of his breathing behind her. Sir eventually broke the silence with his low, compelling voice. “The dark allows for a more intense connection, both of us dependent on senses other than sight.”

The experience reminded her of the hood that Master Anderson had used on her once. However, this was far more alluring because Sir would be equally challenged. The thought thoroughly aroused her.

Brie felt his hand begin caressing her thigh. He said nothing as he ran his fingers over her skin slowly, sensually. He explored her body, taking in every part as he found his way into every untouched crevice—between toes, behind knees, the sensitive area behind her ears, and even her unbearably ticklish armpits. Nothing escaped his scrutiny.

His warm hands glided over her ass, grasping and releasing, kneading her buttocks lustfully. “I love the flesh of a woman’s ass. Pliable…sensuous…irresistible.”

Brie purred softly in response.

He traced the letters he had written on her chest after the collaring as if he could see them. The individual letters tingled even after he removed his finger. Sir then placed her hand on his own chest, where she had written her word.

“Master, yes, but for this session you will call me Sir,” he commanded.

She was curious what he had in mind, but answered quietly, “My pleasure, Sir.”

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