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

He let out a low, tortured groan.

“In my fantasy, I told you not to hold back. To come quickly, thinking only of yourself. I want you to do that now.”

He shook his head.

“Yes, Master. I am going to fuck you hard and you are going to come inside me with no hesitation.” She added with mirth, “Do you understand?”

He licked his lips before replying with a strained, “I do.”

“Good. My greatest pleasure is feeling your hot come inside me, Sir.” Brie braced her hands carefully on his chest to avoid the brand. “Give me my pleasure.”

Brie began fucking him with abandon, taking him deep and riding him hard.

Sir’s back arched and his jaw went slack just before his pelvis began to thrust. Brie cried out as he released his pleasure in savage bursts. She screamed, “Yes! Yes!”, forcing him deeper as he delivered his seed.

Chills went through her body, the power of his orgasm overwhelming and erotic. She stopped and laid her head on his chest. Her pussy began pulsing violently as she joined him, her inner muscles contracting around his cock in blessed release.

“That…was…amazing!” she gasped between breaths.

He gave her one final thrust. “I liked your fantasy, téa.”

She listened to his rapidly beating heart, trying not to grin like a fool.
What an experience!
Topping Sir had been more exciting than she’d thought, although she was certain she hadn’t made a good Domme.

“Undo the cuffs, téa. My hands are losing circulation.”

Brie quickly disengaged herself to get the key. She noticed his hands were turning blue, a sign of tight restriction. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She rubbed his wrists, trying to aid his circulation.

He chuckled. “No need to worry, little sub. No harm done.”

“I never truly understood how hard it is to Dom a scene. It’s a lot of responsibility, Sir, even though it has its perks.”

He ordered her to straddle him, grabbing her waist and grinding against her. “You did an adequate job for your first time.”

“I know I made several mistakes, Sir.”

“Knowing your tools and how to use them is essential before you start a scene. But I will say that I was impressed with your use of the Wartenberg wheel.”

She rubbed his chest with a pleased smile, gently taking off bits of wax. She admitted, “I thought because I had experienced candles that I knew enough to use them.”

“I would have stopped you if I was concerned, babygirl.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. “At least you advised me before I gave you a full body waxing.”

“Rookie mistake, and one I was not willing to suffer.” Brie’s head bounced up and down on his chest with the force of his laughter.

“I’m grateful, Sir. I love your hairy chest.”

He pulled the blindfold off. “You have made me ravenous with all your teasing. Now I will require
you
to come, slave.” Sir dug his hands into the flesh of her ass and thrust himself deep inside her pussy without warning.

She moaned at the forceful entry but quickly adapted herself to his rhythm.

“I will fuck you hard and fast until that pussy is quivering from overuse.”

“Yes, Master. Use me, please…”

Exchanging Places

T
he weeks following the branding had a sweetness to them. Even though her brand was excruciatingly painful, each day involved a ritual Brie cherished. She would clean and dress Sir’s burn and he, in turn, would care for hers.

It involved lathering the branded area, carefully removing any discharge before rinsing off and patting the skin dry. Sir did it with such tenderness that it reminded Brie of an aftercare session, and she found that time they spent together pleasurable, which offset the pain.

The day Headmaster Coen gave them both a clean bill of health and declared the first stage of healing complete, Sir surprised Brie with a unique challenge as soon as they returned home.

He placed cuffs, rope, and a Wartenberg wheel on the table next to the Tantra chair and held out the blindfold. “Tonight, we switch roles.”

Brie felt butterflies as she took the blindfold from him. “I get to be in control, Sir?”

“Yes, téa.”

She looked up at her Master and asked, “Why?”

“As a Dominant, it is crucial to experience submission to understand the psychology behind the dynamic. I believe that for a submissive, it is equally important to understand the role of the Dominant.”

She glanced at the blindfold in her hand, her loins stirring at the thought.

Sir continued, “I am curious what you have learned and how you will use that knowledge tonight.”

Brie said confidently, “I have had only the best teachers, Sir. I am positive you will enjoy the experience.”

He leaned over and stroked her mound as he growled into her ear, “Dominate me.”

She groaned, her pussy moistening his fingers with her excitement. Brie pulled away and smiled wickedly as she gave her first instructions. “Remove your shirt and belt, as well as your socks and shoes. Lay them beside the chair neatly and kneel before me.”

He kept his eyes on her as he slowly followed her commands. She felt her stomach flutter when he lowered himself to the floor. Brie bit her lip as she put the silk blindfold over his eyes and tied it securely behind his head. She stepped back to admire this new view of her Master. He looked so manly and vulnerable, kneeling down before her with his naked chest and black blindfold.

“Ah, the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?” she purred.

A smile played across his lips. It pleased her greatly that he remembered that he’d used those words on her right after the collaring ceremony.

“I want you to lie on the Tantra chair, Sir, hands above your head.”

“On my back or stomach, téa?”

She’d forgotten to be specific in her instructions. “On your back, Sir.”

He stood up and felt for the lounger, lying down on it with masculine grace.

Brie bit her lip.
Where to begin?

She picked up the gold cuffs Rytsar had given her. Would he have ever expected they would be used in this way?

Probably not…

Brie grinned as she moved to the head of the Tantra chair, feeling incredibly wicked as she got ready to bind her Master. Brie’s heart raced as she tightened each cuff around one of his wrists. She watched him open and close his fists, getting used to the restriction. It was an unexpected turn-on for her.

Moving back to stand beside him, she carefully straddled the chair so that her pussy hovered just above his cock. “Don’t move, Sir…” she commanded before her lips landed on his hairy chest. She left a trail of kisses across his muscled torso, ending with a lick of his right nipple.

But his lips were irresistible, so she kissed her way up to them and claimed them for her own. She started off with light butterfly kisses and then nibbled on his bottom lip. His deep, passionate kisses called to her…but in true Dominant form, she denied her own pleasure to intensify his and pulled away.

“I know what I want,” she announced. Brie left the chair and went to the kitchen to get a large strawberry from the pantry. The thought of feeding it to Sir made her quiver inside.

Brie returned and straddled him again, this time pressing herself against his hardening cock. “Open your mouth, Sir.”

He did so immediately.

Such a good Master…
she thought, warming up to her new role.

Brie put the ripe strawberry to his lips. “Take a bite.”

She watched his teeth break the skin of the soft fruit and juice burst forth, covering his lips. She took the strawberry away and leaned over to lick the sweet nectar. “That’s very nice, Sir,” she complimented, before returning it to his lips. She enjoyed the sensual vision as he took another bite.

But the urge to consume his lips became too much for her. She discarded the rest and kissed him deeply, exploring Sir’s mouth, running her tongue over his teeth, and sparring playfully with his tongue. She ground against him as she made love to his mouth.

His hands came down and he encased her in his cuffed embrace, pressing her against his shaft as he moved his pelvis in time with hers.

She tsked. “You are being very bad, Sir.” Brie lifted his hands back up above his head and left the lounger to grab the rope. With a loop of the rope and a few quick knots she had picked up from Tono, she had Sir’s cuffs secured to the chair so that he could not disobey her again.

“I apologize for my over-enthusiasm, téa.”

She was not buying it. “I believe it was willful disobedience. Therefore you must be punished.”

She could read amusement in his expression. “As you wish, téa.”

Brie picked up the Wartenberg wheel before straddling him again. She ran the spiky wheel over the inside of her own arm to get an idea of what kind of pressure to use. “Ooh…” she gasped, having pressed too hard, leaving tiny but deep indentations on her skin. She would have to use lighter pressure on Sir.

Before she began, she warned, “Feel free to call a safeword at any point, for I will not be asking.” It was another one of his best lines.

Sir grinned. “Thank you for the reminder, téa. You have me more than a little curious now.”

She answered his curiosity by rolling the sharp wheel over his stomach without warning. He jumped at the wheel’s first contact, but forced his muscles to relax even as goosebumps rose on his skin. She felt his erection harden even more underneath her as she continued to mark trails across his stomach with the wicked tool. It was clear that he liked the stimulation of it too much.

“Punishment should not be pleasurable,” she observed aloud. She leaned over and put the wheel back on the table, saving it for later.

“I have something more effective in mind.” Brie undid his pants and eased Sir’s shaft from the confines of his briefs. She pushed the material away so that his handsome cock was exposed.

Using a strategy Tono was famous for, Brie teased Sir’s cock. It became her plaything as she stroked it with the lightest of brushes, tickled it with the ends of her hair, and on rare occasion, gave it a chaste kiss on the tip.

Sir’s groans and stiff cock let her know that she was having the desired effect.

“Naughty Sirs get teased, not pleased,” she warned him.

Brie left the chair again and quietly acquired a piece of ice from the freezer. She didn’t want him to have any clue what was coming.

Brie slipped off her panties before climbing onto him again. She wanted Sir to feel her warmth and dragged her wet pussy over the length of his cock, teasing the head of it with her opening before abruptly leaving him.

“Prove yourself worthy, Sir. Do not move,” she commanded as she placed the ice on the base of his shaft. His balls immediately responded, retracting from the cold. She watched Sir grit his teeth as he held himself still. Brie slowly dragged the ice up the length of his cock and back down, then she leaned over and licked the cold water that clung to it.

Sir grunted in pleasure, making her stomach flutter again.

Brie retraced his cock with the cube of ice, knowing the thrill that opposite temperatures brought to one’s senses. She licked his cock, this time taking the head of his shaft into her warm mouth and sucking hard before letting go.

“You are cruel,” he complained lustfully.

Brie grinned, taking it as a compliment. She continued to play with the ice until it had entirely melted. As a parting punishment, Brie took hold of his manhood and slowly descended on it, deep-throating him for only a few seconds before pulling back up.

He groaned again, thrusting his pelvis upwards, silently asking for more.

Brie smiled when she saw the bead of pre-come form on the tip of his cock. It was going to taste delicious.

“Will you be good now, Sir?”

He smiled when he answered, “Yes, téa.”

“Lose the smirk when you say that, Sir,” she admonished.

She could see him struggle not to smile. It took a few moments before he could say with a straight face, “I will obey, téa.”

“Good Master.”

Brie wasn’t quite ready for their session to be over. “I would like to get another toy, Sir.”

Sir corrected her gently, “Reword the statement as a Dominant, téa.”