Brie Surrenders her Heart (After Graduation, #8) (2 page)

It was delicious, the tantalizing myriad of sensations: the tingling, the light scratches, the fullness of the beads and Sir’s commanding cock. She wished it could go on forever; however, Sir had much more in mind for Brie that night.

“On your back, téa, legs wide open.”

She lay on the bed, moaning as she watched Sir kneel down and bury his face between her thighs. She arched her back as his tongue lapped her wet pussy just before unleashing its divine torture on her clit.

Panting and moaning soon filled the bedroom when his middle finger found its way inside her, and Sir began caressing her already swollen G-spot. He played her pussy in tune with the song, increasing the sensations to a concentrated level, only to ease away when the tempo changed. He knew his craft well, building her impending orgasm to startling heights.

Brie thrashed her head back and forth, craving blessed release.

Sir looked up from between her legs and chuckled. “Shall I take pity on my birthday girl?”

She nodded vigorously, the metal ball preventing her from screaming,
Please, I beg you!

“Lay your head back, téa. Close your eyes and concentrate on the sensations I am about to create.”

Sir began swirling his finger around her G-spot as he pulled the string attached to the beads taut. Brie’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation, but suddenly he stopped. Sir reached up and undid her ball gag. “Eyes closed, my little sub, but I want your mouth open and vocal.”

She smiled, remembering her first critique on the very first day of her training. “Yes, Master.”

Sir resumed his ministrations, making her loins blaze with desire as he aggressively caressed her pussy. He pulled on the string, causing Brie to momentarily stiffen in fear.
Will it hurt?

“Relax, babygirl. Let your Master have his way.”

She concentrated on the raging orgasm, teetering on the precipice. “Have your way, Master,” she pleaded.

A powerful contraction gripped her when his lips met her clit. She had no control now…

When the next contraction hit, Sir began slowly pulling out the first bead. Her body was a hotbed of electrical bursts, but the sensations instantly became focused on the erotic pressure of the bead, causing her anal muscles to spasm with orgasmic energy.

A new sound escaped her lips. It was the cry of her inner animal voicing its satisfaction.

Brie’s body took over—her hips thrust upward; her thighs trembled uncontrollably from the intensity and longevity of the orgasm as Sir continued to tease her to climax by slowly and calculatedly pulling out bead after golden bead.

There was nothing left of her when he was done. She was floating on a cloud of sensations, sexually content on a level previously unknown to her.

Brie heard her Master’s voice calling to her through the erotic mist in her mind. She had to focus on it to understand what he was saying. “Birthday girl.”

Her eyes fluttered open and a slow smile spread across her lips. “Oh, Sir…”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead before collapsing beside her on the bed. “I take it you liked your gift?”

“Best present ever…”

He wrapped his muscular arm around her and let her continue to ride the ecstasy of the experience. Cuddling with Sir was just as prized as the mind-blowing sex.

Eventually he nuzzled her neck. “I was somewhat concerned tonight.”

She turned her head and gave him a questioning look. “About what, Sir?”

“What your response would be to the beads.”

“Why? I love everything you do to me.”

“Your father informed me of your past experience with them.”

Her jaw dropped.
Sir knew?

“I fully expected you to tell me your history with the beads, but you never said a word.”

Brie’s mind was still reeling at the fact her father had told Sir about that humiliating experience. “But why would my father tell you, Sir?”

“He felt certain that childhood experience damaged you to the point you were susceptible to participating in similarly base activities. I assured him that you had shown no interest in anal beads, which seemed to pacify him somewhat.” Sir raised his eyebrow. “Little did he know that he had given me your next lesson.”

“I can’t believe my father told you,” Brie cried, covering her face.

Sir took her hands away and gently laid them on her chest. “I am grateful he was forthright since you failed to be as open, little sub.”

Brie met his gaze, needing him to understand. “Sir, it’s just that I trust you completely. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Communication and trust is the foundation of our relationship, téa. I should never walk into a scene unaware that it holds a possible trigger for you.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry for putting you in that position.” She lowered her eyes, but soon snuck a peek at him, curiosity driving her to ask the obvious question. “What else did my father share with you?”

He smiled, raising his eyebrow mischievously.

Brie stuck out her bottom lip when he did not answer, pleading with her eyes.

Sir chuckled and rolled off the bed to grab her tray of gifts. “Ready to open your presents, Brie?” He must have known he had her, because there was no way Brie could pass up a chance to find out what was inside all those envelopes.

He laid the tray on the bed and rejoined her. Brie searched through gifts, wanting to open Lea’s first. She grinned at Sir. “I can’t wait to find out what she got me!”

His smirk belied the fact that he already knew.

Brie ripped open the envelope and read her message:

I have created the perfect gift for you, Brie! I can hardly stand having to wait. Turn the card over to reveal your special surprise.

She grinned at Sir as she turned it over, but then her smile disappeared. There was nothing written on the back. It was completely blank.

“Is this a joke?” she asked, waving the card at Sir.

He chuckled. “She’s
your
friend.”

Brie tossed it on the bed, formulating a plan to get even with the girl. She picked up Tono’s envelope next.

“Interesting that you would choose that one,” Sir commented off-handedly.

She tilted her head, now curious. “Why?”

“Their gift is interconnected.”

Brie giggled. “So Lea
did
get me a present after all!”

She was much more careful when she opened Tono’s. He’d used special rice paper and painted his signature orchid on the front. She pulled out the thin parchment and read a simple haiku, each line written in traditional Japanese script, with the words written in English for her underneath:

Together as one

In desire and spirit

An erotic gift

Brie read it several times, but was unsure of its meaning. “Sir?”

He smiled, but shook his head. “Your surprise is not for me to reveal.”

“But you know what it is?” she queried.

“Yes, little sub. There will be no more questions on the subject.”

“Are all the gifts going to be equally mysterious?” she pouted.

He held up the tray and winked. “There’s only one way to find out.”

Brie took Rytsar’s from the pile because it was extra thick and promising. What she pulled out looked like an official government document, but it was written in Russian. She held it up for Sir to see. “I don’t know what this is.”

He took the document and looked it over. A slow grin spread across his face. “It appears that Durov has given you the cabin by the lake.”

Brie took the paper back and crushed it to her chest. “I can’t believe he did that! When can we visit Russia again?”

Sir took the deed from her and folded it up carefully, stating, “Not for a quite a while, téa. Somebody has a documentary to introduce to the world.”

“Then this must be the first place we visit—after your grandmother’s, of course.”

“I concur,” he said agreeably.

Brie picked up a black envelope with her name neatly printed in silver. She found a photograph inside of a beautiful two-toned flogger of royal purple and black. On the back it read:

A gift crafted especially for you. Enjoy its character, pearl.

Sincerest regards, Marquis

“I wonder where it is,” she mused, realizing that he had been limited by what could be placed on her tray.

“I believe Marquis left a package behind when he left.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to feel it! Well, maybe I can. I love opening gifts too much,” Brie picked up another envelope. She found a wondrous variety of treasures within the cards, from a certificate for a designer leash from Captain to a weekend getaway compliments of Baron. Mr. Gallant had given her a formal dinner invitation, while Headmaster Coen had arranged a private play session for two at the newest club soon to open in Los Angeles. But Brie’s personal favorite was a small framed picture of Sir standing beside Mr. Reynolds and his wife. It had been taken the night of the collaring.

Master Anderson’s gift, however, tickled her because it had a humorous element:

Inside your Master’s car—on his seat, in fact—sits an indoor herb garden. This gift will benefit you in two ways, young Brie. Your Master can experience the tranquility of gardening, albeit on a smaller scale, and you can use the fruits of his labors to flavor your ever-improving culinary attempts.

Yours truly, Master Anderson

Brie snickered as she handed over the card for Sir to read.

The last one on the tray was from Mary. Brie was extremely curious as to what Mary would consider an appropriate gift.

This is my home phone number. I give you permission to call me, night or day. I don’t normally give it out, and never to women. Consider yourself privileged, bitch.

~Mary

Brie giggled, but understood how huge the gift was. Although she already had her cell phone number, giving Brie access to her home phone was the closest Mary had ever come to treating her like a real friend. She looked at Sir and smiled. “Mary gave me her number.”

“Good. I think it’s important you two keep in close contact, especially with the documentary coming out. You may need each other’s support.”

Brie put down the card and stared at him. “Do you really believe my work will be received badly, Sir?”

He played with a lock of her hair. “I believe that you will create polar reactions with it. Some will celebrate you for introducing them to the world of BDSM, while others will revile you for the debauchery you have unleashed on the world. Both reactions will be a challenge, and I want you surrounded by people who will keep you grounded. Miss Wilson is one such person.”

Brie realized the gift might not be as personal as she first thought. “Did you suggest that she give me her number, Sir?”

“No, Brie. The only influence I had was in reminding her of your unique journey together. It was her decision to come to the party, as well as the type of gift to bring.”

Brie kissed the phone number on the card. “It means a lot that I am the first girlfriend she’s ever given her number to. But I must admit I’m tempted to call her at all hours of the night, just to test her resolve.”

Sir frowned.

She kissed his downturned lips. “I’m just kidding, Sir. I would never be so immature.” She made a mental note not to joke about Mary around him, but she knew Lea would have totally thought that was funny.

Picking up the photo of Sir, Brie stared at his serious, but gorgeous face. “You look so handsome, Master. I love this picture because it captures that moment before you collared me. You had no idea what was headed your way that night.”

He took the photo from her and examined it critically.

Brie traced the outline of his face in the picture. “This is the look of a handsome condor, Sir. One about to claim his mate.”

He tickled her ribs, causing her to squeal and squirm. “Such a disobedient little thing she was, too. What the hell was I thinking?”

Birthday Presents

T
he moment the door had shut behind the last guest, Sir swept Brie off her feet. He did not speak as he carried her to the bedroom.