by Red Phoenix
Giving in to it, Brie closed her eyes when the crop slid under her bra and touched her hard nipple. Brie let out a moan of desperation and pleasure, her pussy aching in need for him. The intimacy of his touch through the use of an object helped enhance the experience for her.
Sir stopped for a moment to unbutton the front of her blouse. She held her breath as it fell away, exposing her breasts.
“You are a cinema, téa. I could stare at you for hours…” he murmured lustfully.
Brie smiled to herself, remembering the song he used to play when he placed her in sensual poses and admired her for long periods of time while they were abstaining from sex in preparation for the honeymoon. She was supremely grateful it was not the case tonight.
Sir continued to tease her with the crop, using it as an extension of his fingers. It was an otherworldly experience, and Brie completely surrendered to his seductive caress.
Eventually, he removed her blouse and bra altogether, wanting full access to her skin.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
Brie immediately obeyed and was treated to more teasing as he lightly slapped each breast with the crop. His intention was not to sting the skin but to warm it with the instrument.
When he was satisfied with her state of arousal, he ran the crop down her round belly and slipped it under her skirt, rubbing her pussy through her panties. “I can smell how wet you are, téa.”
She nodded without shame. “You make me that way, Master.”
Sir knew exactly how to play her body. With Brie having already experienced his sensual spanking during the lesson, she was primed and ready for him to take her.
Lightly rapping the crop against her thigh, he moved dangerously close to her pussy again. The thrill of it sent a cascade of chills through her body that traveled straight to her groin.
Brie was desperate for him and moaned seductively in invitation.
He let out a low growl. “Not yet.”
She bit her lip to prevent herself from voicing her disappointment, burning with an unquenchable need to be pounded by him.
“Everything you feel plays on your face,” he gently teased.
She looked up at him, risking punishment. “I can’t hide it. I was made to be claimed by you.”
Brie saw the flash of longing in his eyes and knew she’d hit a chink in his armor. Sir was a man of extreme control, but even he had his limits. She could feel his need to ravage her, but he was determined to deny himself a little longer.
Oh, to have the power to make her Master as crazy as he made her was exhilarating!
As punishment, he spanked her ass with the crop, but it only incited delightful tingles that traveled to her pussy, making her moan. Her cries of pleasure must have had a primal effect on him because he suddenly barked, “Stand, téa.”
Sir helped Brie to her feet and removed the last of her clothing so she was completely naked before him.
Instead of claiming Brie, he stepped back to gaze at her. “I am in awe as I stand here, looking at you. This exquisite vessel which brings me such pleasure also carries my child. I want you to know that I cherish your body.”
A warm flush crept over her chest as she stood before his admiring gaze. “Thank you, Master.”
“I must confess—I cannot resist your intoxicating smell any longer.”
Her pussy pulsated in response to his fervent desire. “Take me, Master,” she pleaded.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Please…” she begged.
He walked back to her. Grabbing her throat with a possessive hold, he pulled her head back and demanded, “What do you want?”
“I want you inside me…” she cried in desperation. “Deep.”
“How deep?”
“As deep as you please, Master.”
Sir grunted, “So be it.”
Her pussy gushed with wetness now that his claiming was close at hand.
Brie bit her lip when he ordered her to climb onto the tantra chair. She heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He then positioned himself behind her.
She purred lustfully when she felt the head of his cock rub against her swollen pussy.
“Damn…” he growled. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“I am, Master,” she agreed, pressing her slick mound against his shaft.
He immediately slapped her on the ass, the echo reverberating through the room. “Stay perfectly still. I want you to fully experience the thrust when I take you.”
“Yes, Master.” She closed her eyes so she could devote all of her attention to his passionate claiming.
Sir positioned his cock, letting out a deep-throated groan as he slowly thrust his shaft into her pussy all the way to the hilt.
Brie let out a strangled cry as she took the full length of his cock. He fisted her hair, pressing himself even deeper into her. The challenge of it heightened her arousal.
“Your body is desperate for me.”
She moaned in agreement, her body shuddering with satisfaction after receiving what she had been craving all evening.
“Do you want it gentle or rough?”
“Rough,” she cried, imagining the hard pounding she was about to enjoy.
Sir’s low chuckle filled the room. “What happened to your desire for my pleasure, téa?”
She immediately amended her answer. “Only if it pleases you, Master.”
Instead of rough sex, Sir was gentle with her. Each stroke was deep and challenging, but he thrust into her slowly, making it a sensual exchange that drew her even closer to him. Each measured stroke of his shaft stimulated her G-spot, making her thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“You’re close,” he murmured in her ear.
“So close…”
“Would you like to come?”
She purred, “Only if it pleases you.”
Sir leaned down, biting her neck. “It does…”
Brie whimpered in pleasure, submitting to the flames he had stoked so meticulously over the entire evening.
The orgasm Brie experienced was uniquely strong but tender, her pussy clenching his shaft with each pulse as she came. It wasn’t until the last powerful surge passed that she felt his cock stiffen inside her just before he filled her with his essence.
Brie moaned when he came, entranced by his control and dedication to their mutual pleasure. Afterward, he wrapped an arm around her and kissed the bruised area left by his teeth.
“I love you, Master,” she sighed, feeling completely satisfied, physically and emotionally.
“And I love you, my fuckable goddess.”
Brie received a box from Russia a couple of days later. She opened it up and found a card and two stuffed animals.
The card read:
The horse is for moye solntse and the bear is for the babe. They are to be played at bedtime.
There was also a box wrapped in red paper addressed to Sir. Curious, Brie opened the card attached:
You are not to open the red box, radost moya. It is for your Master’s eyes only.
Brie laughed, now even more curious about the red box. “Wicked sadist…”
She had no idea why Rytsar wanted Hope to play with her new toy only at bedtime, but didn’t question it. However, her daughter would not be denied once she saw the white horse.
Hope held up her hands for it as if she knew the gift was from her dyadya.
Grabbing it by one of the hooves, Hope ran off, dragging the horse across the floor with Shadow following behind her.
Out of the blue, Brie heard Rytsar’s voice fill the room, “Moye solntse…”
She turned to see Hope staring at the horse with wide eyes as the stuffed animal spoke to her. “I wish you sweet dreams tonight. May you ride the clouds of sleep on your brilliant steed and return to Earth safe and sound knowing your dyadya loves you.”
Hope stared at the stuffed animal in surprise for several seconds before crushing it in a tight hug. Standing beside her, Shadow gazed at
the toy intently, quickly swishing his tail back and forth in a playful manner.
The two of them were so cute that Brie snatched her phone to take a quick picture to share with Rytsar.
Now understanding the significance of the stuffed animals, Brie took the brown teddy bear out of the box. Placing it against her stomach, she pressed the paw, and Rytsar’s gruff but soothing voice came from the bear.
“Little one, it is time to go to bed…” Brie smiled when he began signing the Russian lullaby his mother had sung to him as a boy. Pressing the bear tighter against her belly, Brie closed her eyes as she lost herself in the warm timbre of his song.
“…the sun’s gone to sleep. Close your eyes and I’ll rock you gently…”
Her eyes popped open when she suddenly felt the baby move as if reacting to Rytsar’s voice. Looking down, she saw her daughter toddling toward her, dragging the horse. She wrapped a chubby little arm around Brie’s leg and looked up. “Dyadya.”
Brie grinned. “Yes, sweet pea, dyadya is singing.”
Brie shook her head in amazement. Despite the thousands of miles that separated them, Rytsar had found a meaningful way to remain a part of both children’s lives.
She glanced at the red box again, now more curious than ever, wondering what gift was contained inside.
A Little Lea Time
When Sir informed Brie that he had not been given permission to divulge the contents of the red box, she decided to take matters into her own hands and texted Rytsar.
Sir just told me he can’t share what’s in the box. How is that fair?
All is fair in passion and pain.
She whimpered as she quickly keyed in her rebuttal.
You’re cruel, Rytsar.
Thank you.
Brie could just imagine him laughing as he texted his response.
Although she knew there was nothing she could say to get that sexy sadist to change his mind, she made one last try.
I’ll make it worth your while…
Your suffering is all I require, radost moya.
She giggled despite her frustration.
Then it hit her. The box might simply be a ruse designed to drive her crazy. He knew her curious nature well and how much she struggled with patience. What if this was just a cruel prank?
Is there anything in the box?
When he didn’t answer, she realized he was toying with her.
Fine. I will suffer, Rytsar, but only because you will it.
And that pleases me.
Brie smirked as she put down the phone. In need of a distraction, she asked Sir if she could spend a couple of hours with Lea. She missed spending quality girl time with her best friend.
“Why don’t you invite her here?” Sir suggested.
“What an excellent idea.”
Lea jumped at the chance to hang at the beach and was there within the hour.
As soon as Brie opened the door, Lea stared at her belly in shock. “Whoa, that baby is about to pop! Should we move your baby shower up?”
Brie laughed. “Nope. I still have more than four weeks to go.”
Lea shook her head but continued to stare at her stomach as she walked inside.
“Is there a problem?” Brie laughed, amused by Lea’s sudden interest in her belly.
She blushed. “I didn’t mean to be rude, Stinky Cheese. I’m just trying to imagine what it’s like.”
“It’s uncomfortable when you get to this point in the pregnancy,” Brie admitted, rubbing her belly. “But it’s worth it. I’m actually looking forward to going full term this time. It’ll be nice to have a normal pregnancy, especially since this will be our last.”
Lea looked surprised. “You’re not planning to have any more?”
“This is it for us. Girl or boy, this little one is the last Davis for our little family.”
Lea pouted. “That actually makes me kinda sad.”
“Why?” Brie chuckled.
“You and Sir make such beautiful babies.”
Brie put an arm around Lea. “I bet you will, too.”
Lea’s blush grew a deeper shade of red. “Nope…not going to happen.”
“Still weirded out by the whole pregnancy thing, huh?”
“I totally love the fucking part of the process,” she stated enthusiastically, then shuddered. “But the idea of having an alien in my stomach for nine months gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Does Hunter want kids?”
Lea giggled. “It’s not like we talk about that kind of stuff, silly.”
Brie raised her eyebrows. “Oh, so you two aren’t serious?”
“I’m not saying that…”
“So, you are?” Brie prodded, grinning.
To avoid answering the question, Lea blurted, “Hey, do you know why babies born on holidays are more likely to be little girls?”
Sir walked up and surprised them both when he willingly took the plunge, “Tell me, Ms. Taylor, why are they more likely to be girls?”
Lea’s eyes grew wide when she was confronted by this unexpected exchange with Sir and squeaked, “Because there is no mail delivery on holidays.”
Sir stared at her with a stoic expression. “I see.”
His serious tone made Lea’s bad joke even funnier to Brie and she burst out laughing.
Lea gave her a dubious look before joining in her laughter, then hip bumping her. “Good one, huh?”
“Good would be an exaggeration, Ms. Taylor. Mildly entertaining? Possibly…” Sir gave Brie a private wink.
Lea stared at him, uncertain how to respond.
He broke the silence by informing Brie, “I’m taking Hope into my office so you can spend time alone together.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Brie answered, bowing gratefully to him.
“Yes, thank you, Sir Davis,” Lea murmured uncomfortably.
As they were walking outside to lay out on the beach, Lea asked, her voice was little better than a strangled cry, “Does he really hate my jokes?”
Brie wrapped an arm around her and laughed. “No, I’m sure he doesn’t.”
“That’s not very reassuring.”
Brie leaned over and whispered, “Sir winked at me when he was talking to you. I think he was just having fun.”
“Oh!” Lea’s entire face suddenly brightened. “Well, I like a good challenge. I’ll just hit him with my best baby joke before I leave. I’ll make him laugh, just you wait!”
“That’s the spirit,” Brie encouraged her, giving Lea a playful punch on the shoulder. There was no one in the world like Lea—she was a breath of pure joy.
Lea whipped off her t-shirt, exposing her large boobs, which were straining against her tiny polka dot bikini. “How do you like my new swimsuit?”
Brie stared at her chest. “All I see are boobs, girlfriend.”
“Perfect, right?” She twisted back and forth to show off every angle.
Slipping off her own shirt, Brie heard Lea whistle appreciatively. “Well now, would you look at that? Your boobs are humungous, Stinky Cheese!”
Brie looked down at her breasts. “I suppose they are. Just one of the perks of pregnancy.”
“Well, at least there’s one positive thing about housing a little alien.”
“Besides the miracle of life?” Brie teased.
Lea crinkled her nose. “You know, Brie, I’d make a joke about newborns right now, but…” She glanced to the side playfully, pouting her lips. “The delivery would be too painful.”
Brie groaned. “That was awful, Lea.”
“So bad you loved it. Am I right?” Lea threw her fist in the air in a silent cheer before lying down on her beach towel. “You know I have another baby joke for you, right?”
Brie grinned as she lay down beside her. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
“Do you know how warm a baby is at birth?”
Brie snorted. “How would you know? You’ve never been pregnant.”
Lea batted the air with her hand
like a cat. “Come on! You have to play along, Stinky Cheese.”
Brie rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Fine. How warm?”
“Womb temperature,” Lea answered, bursting into a fit of giggles.
Brie looked up at the sky, shaking her head. “Where do you even find these?”
“I have a secret vault of funny goodness. If the apocalypse happened tomorrow, I could supply you with a steady stream of jokes for at least two years.”
Brie cringed. “That’s actually kind of scary to think about.”
“I know! I’ll be like the ultimate secret weapon, unleashing my jokes on the enemy to distract them while the infantry marches in from behind.”
“Sounds like you have the apocalypse all figured out.”
“Yep! I plan to save the world—one joke at a time.”
Brie reached out, squeezing Lea’s hand. “I love your warrior spirit.”
Lea grinned. “Don’t you worry, Brie. I’ll protect you and the little alien you’ve got there.”
Brie closed her eyes, caressing her stomach as she talked to the baby. “Don’t listen to Aunt Lea. Despite her bad jokes and alien references, she’s a wonderful human.”
She lay there reveling in the warmth of the sun on her skin and the soothing sound of the waves, content to be lying beside her best friend. The two lay together in pleasant silence for a long time.
Lea sighed. “I miss our girl time.”
“Yeah, we should do this more often,” Brie agreed.
The comfortable silence resumed until Lea said, “I’m worried about Mary.”
“Me, too…” Brie confessed. Her heart started to race. She was frightened that she might say something to Lea and accidentally break Mary’s trust. Not wanting to take the chance, she diverted the conversation back to Lea. “What was it like living with her?”
“Oh, Mary’s a real peach,” Lea chuckled sarcastically. “I get why she feels the need to make snarky comments about Hunter and me—that Greg of hers is a total fuckbucket. What I don’t understand is why she went back to the creep…” She shook her head angrily. “It doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“I don’t think anyone knows what Mary’s going through because she’s so good at putting up barriers to keep us out.”