Brie’s City of Angels (Submissive in Love, #6) (5 page)

“Color?”

“Violet.”

He chuckled. “I take it that’s a variant of green.”

“Yes, Master,” she purred.

She held her breath as he moved his hand, hovering over her right breast. The suspense was excruciating as she waited for him to touch her.

“Watch,” he commanded.

She looked down and watched as his fingers cupped her breast. She gasped as the sharp points dragged across her skin as he closed his hand, ending at her nipple—receiving the stimulation of all five fingers at once.

A ragged moan escaped her lips as the intense current seemed to go straight from her nipple to her groin. Her pussy pulsed in readiness.

Sir moved his hand to her left breast, and smiled as he encircled it with his fingers a quarter-inch from her skin. “What do you want, téa?”

“I want you to touch me, Master,” she groaned, her loins aching with need.

“Are you sure?” he teased.

“Please.”

“Kiss me.”

As she leaned forward to receive his kiss, the metal tips touched her. She moaned into his mouth as he closed his hand, pinching her nipple with his electrified claws.

Those evil hands excited her body, making her jump and squirm as he leisurely explored her skin with the sharp pinpoints of current. The audience loved it, their murmurings of enjoyment competing with the buzz of the violet wand.

“Oh God, I want you,” she whispered when he turned the toy off.

“It’s a good thing you have those vinyl panties on, téa, or I would be ramming into you right now.”

“Rip them off…” she begged him.

Sir shook his head, but he teased her by getting down on his knees, his lips only inches from her mound. He took a long, appreciative whiff and looked up at her. “I smell your need, babygirl.” He kissed her quivering stomach before getting back to his feet and carefully putting his tools back in their case.

Brie, along with the crowd, were left hanging with a burning need of release—a release he denied them all.

Blessed Release

I
t wasn’t until they returned home that Sir made good on his seduction at The Haven. With tender hands and gentle lips, he stoked the burning embers he’d created during their scene. When he finally pulled off her panties, they literally dripped with her excitement.

“I think both of us are in need of a shower,” Sir told her.

He led her into the bathroom and ordered her to stand while he adjusted the temperature of the water. He looked back at her with a charming grin. “I don’t want cold water ruining your heat, babygirl.”

She twisted where she stood, desperate to put out the flames raging inside her. Her poor pussy ached for him. Being a good submissive, however, she did not complain. She knew the release would be worth the wait.

When Sir was satisfied with the temperature, he stripped down and held out his hand to her. “Shall we?”

Brie moaned with pleasure as the warm water cascaded down her skin, the tiny droplets stimulating her body. Sir stepped in behind her and grabbed the bar of soap.

Gliding it over her skin, he murmured, “First I lather you, then I bend you over.”

Brie moved with him as he covered her body with the luxurious bubbles, the scent of his manly soap an added turn-on. However, what was driving her absolutely wild was his rock-hard cock pressed against her back, announcing his own need.

She gasped when the welcome words came as he put the soap down and placed his hand on her back. “Bend over.”

With sensual grace, she followed his command, loving the feel of his palm on her back. She braced herself against the tiled wall and looked back at her Master, opening her legs to him.

Sir forced himself inside, bringing tears to Brie’s eyes as he filled her aching need with his handsome shaft.

“I needed that, oh how I needed that…” she groaned.

“I know.” Sir grabbed her shoulders to fuck her deeper. Cupping one hand over her mouth, he increased the tempo of his thrusts, taking her roughly.

“Come for me, Brie.”

The use of her given name undid Brie and her release was powerful and prolonged.

“Oh, damn…” he cried, coming inside her. He grabbed her hips and added depth to his final thrusts. Then he lifted her back into a standing position and wrapped his arms around her, his cock wedged inside her still-quivering pussy.

“I wanted to take it slow with you, but there was no denying my lust tonight.”

Brie tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m glad you didn’t, Sir. I was about to burst into flame.”

“The smell of you…”

“I thought you were going to take me right there at The Haven.”

He ran his hands over her skin, washing away the remaining soap from her body. “I spent too many years fucking trainees in front of a panel. When it comes to taking you…I prefer to be alone.”

“I think you stole a year of my life with that little stunt. I feel completely drained, you lust-vampire.”

He let his cock slip out of her and turned Brie around, laughing. “Lust-vampire? That’s not one I’ve heard before.”

She looked up at him, the hot water still cascading down her back and over her well-spent sex. “You’ve earned it, Sir.” She stepped out of the shower feeling a little faint from the encounter and the hot steam.

Sir stayed behind to finish rinsing off. “Go lie down, Brie. I’ll join you shortly.”

She sprawled out on the bed, feeling utterly and beautifully spent. When Sir walked out he smiled at her. “Did I tucker my little sub out?”

“Completely.”

He crawled into bed with her and gathered Brie in his arms. “You never cease to amaze me. I thought you were mistaken to continue with our plan to scene tonight. Yet here we are having experienced a very successful night together.”

She caressed his strong jaw, admiring his gorgeous face. “It’s all because of you, Sir. You were so romantic during the scene.” She propped herself up and looked at him seriously. “I’m grateful that wasn’t stolen from me because of what happened.”

“It came down to a matter of trust—for both of us.”

“Yes.” Brie settled back down and thought back to the first time they’d met. “I think I have trusted you from the very beginning, before I even knew who you were.”

“Foolish girl,” he chided.

“Sir, can I ask you a question?”

“You know my standard answer. You can ask anything but that doesn’t mean I will answer the question.”

“Fair enough. You see, I’ve been wondering about my entrance video lately.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Go on…”

“I think the other trainers must have seen the video I submitted.”

He smirked. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, Lea and I got to talking about it when the trainers in Denver were looking over submission videos during my last visit. It made me wonder about my own video because, up to that point, I’d assumed you were the only one who saw it.”

“The panel always goes through the submission videos together. It ensures we have a balanced class of submissives.” Sir brushed the wet hair from her face. “However, yours was truly a piece of art, Brie. I’d never seen anything as charming as that smile when you threw your socks into the laundry basket.”

Brie snuggled up to him, enjoying his flattering critique of her video.

“We were all impressed that you did the entire video facing away from the camera with your clothes still on. No entrant had thought to do that before.” He glanced at her. “I found it…enchanting.”

Brie felt the heat of a blush rush to her cheeks, but she didn’t want him to stop. “Was that all you liked about it?”

Sir chuckled. “No. I also enjoyed the enthusiastic way you sucked that plastic phallus, but it was the look on your face when you penetrated your virginal ass that charmed me the most.”

“Charmed you?” Brie felt a twinge of embarrassment thinking back on that moment—her first self-administered anal penetration.

“Based on the form you filled out, it was a shock for all of us to see you perform that act. However, the look of surprise when it slipped in… Ah well, that was classic. I determined then that I would be the one to introduce your virginal ass to a real cock.”

Brie felt pleasurable tingles on hearing his confession. “How did the other trainers react when I called out your name?”

He shook his head. “That little slip almost cost you the spot, babygirl. None of the trainers were pleased, but Gray was especially troubled because he was convinced you knew me personally.”

“But you explained we were strangers, right?”

“I did, but it only seemed to provoke him further. The fact that you were fantasizing about a trainer before you even started the program was a major concern to him.” Sir tilted his head and shrugged. “Looking back on it now, I suppose he had a point.”

“What did
you
think when I called out your name?”

He grinned. “It was gratifying, Miss Bennett.”

“I still can’t believe I was brave enough to do the video with that tiny phallus, especially when I…” She blushed profusely, remembering back to the making of the video. “Truly it was only because I was thinking about you that I found the courage. I felt this deep stirring in my soul whenever I thought of you.”

“Which does bring validity to Gray’s initial argument. Luckily, Samantha fought hard for your inclusion in the training program.”

Brie looked up in surprise. “What?”

“You heard me correctly,” he chuckled. “Samantha fought to keep you, despite Gray’s protests, and was even able to convince Coen that you would be a good fit for our program.”

“And they both lived to regret it,” she said, laughing to herself.

“No, Brie. Coen respects you, and Samantha…I’m convinced she suffered with issues of jealousy, which clouded her professional judgment. However, she’s come to appreciate your abilities and talents since.”

“Rytsar told me at the cabin that he wanted to talk to you about her.”

“And he did, but I do not agree with him.”

“What are your thoughts on it, Sir?”

“My friend was damaged by his encounter with Samantha. It’s understandable that he still harbors strong feelings against her. It stands to reason that if he can’t trust her himself then he’s unable to trust her with anyone he cares about.”

“So you aren’t concerned about Ms. Clark?”

“Samantha has striven to change her behavior and has been through countless experiences since that incident. She’s not the same undisciplined woman she was in college. With that in mind, I have to answer no. I do not worry about her with you, although I completely understand why Durov feels that way. I’m certain I would as well if it had happened to me.”

“Sir, he asked me a question that has haunted me since.”

“What was that?”

“Rytsar asked if I trusted her, and I can honestly say that I don’t. I trust all of the other trainers, but I haven’t been able to fully trust Ms. Clark.”

Sir nodded. “Unfortunately, she’s never given you a reason to trust her. Trust must be earned, and she failed in that regard with you.”

“I always knew she was harsh as a trainer, but I respected her even when she was harder on me than the others. Knowing how much Lea cared for her, and then learning about your own relationship with her, has helped me to keep a more open mind.”

“How did you feel about her when you met in Denver?”

“It was very different. She seemed easygoing, less abrasive, although just as intense.”

“And how did you feel when you were alone with her?”

“I always feel uncertain around her, Sir. Even now. I enjoyed filming her scene, but I also felt like a mouse being played with.”

“That is an interesting way to put it. Although I know Samantha insists on having the upper hand with subs, I felt the tension with you and had to call her on it several times even after your training.”

“Sir, I never understood her obsession with forcing me to keep my eyes down until this last trip to Russia. After going to Rytsar’s club, I can appreciate why eye contact was so important to her. I believe her desire to please him played out in her training of the students.”

“You may be right, but I’m sure you understand that Durov doesn’t particularly care about eye contact when it comes to his submissives. He demanded it from Samantha because she was a Dominant, and it pleased him knowing it ate her up inside.”