Brie's Submission (7-9) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 3)

by Red Phoenix

“Tonight you will try different aphrodisiacs and tell me which one turns you on the most, téa,” he explained.

  She grinned. “Sounds arousing, Master.”

  “The first has been an old standby for centuries.” Brie listened as he opened the basket, then Sir growled huskily, commanding, “Open.”

  She opened her mouth to take in his treat and quickly regretted it as the salty sliminess of a raw oyster filled her mouth.

  “Swallow.”

  With pure determination, she gagged the nasty thing down and opened her mouth again.

  “Not a fan?” he asked.

  She shuddered. “No. Nothing sexy about that, Master.”

  “Maybe this is more to your liking…”

  She smelled its sweet scent before he brought it to her lips. Strawberry… Brie purred as the skin of the fruit broke between her teeth and its sweet juices washed over her tongue. “Oh, yes. This definitely does it for me.”

  He kissed her juice-covered lips after he fed the last of it to her. “So sweet.”

  Sir acquired a new item from the basket and explained, “Like the oyster, this has a long history of increasing desire.”

  Brie closed her mouth, now suddenly wary. She’d read once that balut, a fertilized duck egg, was considered an ancient aphrodisiac. After the oyster, she couldn’t stomach the thought. “Please, Sir. It’s not balut, is it? Please say it isn’t.”

  His amused laughter was not promising. “Open, téa.”

  “Please don’t make me swallow it if it is, Master.”

  “You will swallow everything I give you.”

  She opened her mouth to please him, but she could not stop from whimpering as she did so.

  “Wider, téa. Stick out your tongue.”

  With trepidation, she did as he asked. The seconds dragged by as she waited, her innocent tongue defenselessly exposed to the mysterious aphrodisiac he was offering.

  Brie cried out the moment the first drop made contact with her tongue, then giggled as sweet honey covered it. The complex flavors of the golden liquid teased her mouth, delighting her taste buds. Sir dribbled some onto her bottom lip so that it slowly dripped down to her chin, then he moved in and seductively licked it off.

  Brie moaned in pure pleasure.

  “I take it honey agrees with you?”

  “Very much, Master.” She sought out his lips again, kissing Sir deeply as she shared what was left of the honey.

  He broke the kiss, mumbling to himself, “And you thought I was going to feed you balut…”

  She felt his warm breath against her ear when he commanded again, “Open.”

  This time she willingly offered her mouth to him. The texture of the next food was creamy and smooth, although it was not sweet like the honey. “I didn’t realize avocados were considered an aphrodisiac.”

  He growled into her ear. “Oh, but they are… Avocados are the only fruits that look like a testicle hanging from the tree and female genitalia when they’re halved and pitted. Certain religions even banned them to protect their parishioners from sinful thoughts.”

  Sir placed another piece of it in her mouth. Brie appreciated the seductive feel of the flesh and its sinful creaminess.

  “Your thoughts?” he asked.

  “I have new respect for the naughtiness of the fruit, Master.”

  “Now for one that is a personal favorite.”

  Brie leaned closer to him, excited to know what he enjoyed most.

  “Tilt your head up and part those pretty lips.”

  She moaned when she felt his warm lips on hers as he kissed her with wine in his mouth. She remembered the distinctive flavor of berries and vanilla, and it took her straight back to that day on the island when he’d ‘kidnapped’ her.

  “Your father’s wine,” she said when he broke the kiss. “Definitely a powerful aphrodisiac.”

  “Brunello di Montalcino is a powerful force,” he agreed. Sir left a trail of light nibbles on her neck before murmuring into her ear, “And to think one day I will be celebrating our child’s rite of passage with it.”

  Brie’s heart fluttered at the thought.

  Our child…

  Sir spoiled Brie with several long kisses, imparting more of the red wine and stoking the flames of her desire.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  Sir lightly caressed the pearls around Brie’s neck. “Patience, téa. We still have one left.”

  He collected it from the basket, telling her to open her mouth. “Women swear by this,” he said in a low, sultry voice.

  Sir placed a small morsel in her mouth, and she closed her lips around it as the decadently rich taste flooded her mouth. “Chocolate…”

  “Does it turn you on, téa? Does it make you want to throw all caution to the wind and give in to your desire?”

  Brie moaned as she felt his teeth graze her neck just above the pearls before he bit down.

  “I’m burning with desire,” she groaned.

  “Then I think it’s time to christen these black pearls.” Her breath quickened as he untied the blindfold and let her watch as he carefully loosened the knot, removing the pearls from around her neck.

  Sir lifted her dress over her head, leaving her naked before him. He then began to undress himself, his hard cock announcing the level of his arousal. He lay down beside Brie, holding the long strand of pearls. “Pearls are said to represent purity and harmony.” He interlaced the fingers of his right hand with the fingers of her left. “Both attributes speak to your character. The purity of your love sustains me and the harmony of your spirit heals me.”

  Sir slowly wrapped the necklace around their wrists once and slipped one end through the opposite loop, pulling it tight. He then continued binding her to him, using the necklace like rope. When he reached the end, he laced the pearls back through the binding, securing it tightly.

  “I have bound us together for a reason, téa.”

  She looked at their wrists joined by pearls, charmed by his creativity. “Why, Master?”

  “I plan to show you how quickly a goddess becomes a slut.”

  Brie’s loins contracted in pleasure as he placed her free hand on his rigid cock. “Your challenge is to make me come before you do.”

  She leaned closer and growled in his ear, “I like this challenge, Master.”

  “Whoever wins gets to decide where we will honeymoon.”

  “Anywhere?”

  “Anywhere your little heart desires—provided you win, of course.”

  Brie frowned, realizing his strategy. “Did you just stack the odds in your favor by feeding me aphrodisiacs?”

  Sir winked at her.

  “You’re playing dirty.”

  “It’s about to get a whole lot dirtier, princess.” Sir grabbed her throat with his unbound hand and started nibbling on her ear.

  She felt a trickle of wetness between her legs, her body reacting favorably to his dominance. Determined to win, she started stroking his cock.

  Sir held his bound wrist above her head, effectively pinning her left arm there as he moved out of reach, leaving a trail of kisses from her throat down to her breasts.

  “Not fair,” she cried as his tongue rimmed the outline of her areola, before he took her entire nipple into his mouth and started sucking. “Really not fair…” she moaned.

  Brie reached out blindly with her right hand, stretching to find his cock. To his credit, Sir did not move once she found it. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft. Apparently he liked this game as well…

  Maybe a little too much, she thought gleefully, when she felt the wetness of his pre-come dripping from his cock.

  The natural lube made pleasuring him easier, and she soon found her rhythm as she stroked his length in slow, twisting motions.

  Sir groaned, enjoying her attention. He removed his hand from her throat and began to caress her wet clit, giving as good as he got.

  Brie arched her back, trying hard not to succumb to the delicious f
lood of heat he was creating. When he slipped his finger inside and found her swollen G-spot, she knew she was in trouble.

  With a tighter hold, she pumped his shaft, hoping to break him before he broke her, but hearing Sir breathe heavily was such a turn-on… Her pussy started to pulse and she struggled to get away, but being bound to Sir made it impossible.

  “Please…” she cried.

  “You want to come?” he growled huskily in her ear.

  “No…oooohhhhh,” she moaned when Sir swirled his finger over the swollen spot.

  Out of desperation, she changed the tempo of her stroking, slowing down rather than speeding up, concentrating all her attention on the head of his shaft.

  When he stiffened against her, she felt victory was near. That was when his lips sought out her neck and he whispered, “And she comes…my goddess, my slut,” as he bit down, sending chills rocketing straight to her groin.

  Brie tensed as the first wave of her orgasm rolled over her against her will. She threw her head back, crying in frustration, “Nooo…” but it felt so good that soon she was moaning, “Yes…oh, yes…”

  Before she’d finished climaxing, Sir joined her, his whole body shuddering as the warm liquid of his release covered her.

  “That was so hot,” she sighed as she looked up at the stars.

  “And I won,” he added with a grin.

  “Not by enough to count.”

  He turned his head, raising his eyebrow at her. “Close only counts in horseshoes, babygirl.”

  “Cheater.”

  “Winner.”

  She laughed and sought out his warm body as the cool night breeze played with the sweat on her skin. She lightly kissed the ‘t’ on his chest. “Where will the honeymoon be?”

  “As with the wedding, it shall remain my secret.”

  She giggled, feeling too content to care. She held up their interlaced hands and gazed at them thoughtfully. “I know it will be amazing.”

  “I hope to take your breath away.”

  “You already do, Sir.”

  Sir leaned over and kissed her before undoing their pearl bond. He gathered her into his arms and they lay there, listening to the soothing sound of the ocean as the fire crackled beside them.

  “This is enough,” she declared.

  White Russian

  Brie woke up to the sound of two male voices in the kitchen. She quickly donned her silk robe and made her way out of the bedroom. She immediately recognized the deep tones of the Russian’s laughter.

  “Rytsar! What the heck are you doing here?”

  “Radost moya,” he said, his arms outstretched.

  Brie looked at Sir as she hugged the burly man, shaking her head in surprise.

  “Rytsar has come to escort you to Denver before you meet me in China,” Sir explained.

  She was stunned by his statement. “Why?”

  Sir’s smile faded. “I need to go to New York with Thompson. There are a few items that must be ironed out.”

  “With Lilly? Then I should go with you.”

  He shook his head. “Thompson will act as my liaison, so there will be no face-to-face contact with the girl. You, on the other hand, need to get that last bit of footage for your film.”

  “But I’ve decided not to—”

  “No, Brie. To defy Mr. Holloway would be a grave mistake. Wallace and Miss Wilson know the reason you are coming. I leave it up to you to work out the details of the shoot.”

  Brie frowned. “Sir, I don’t want to be separated from you again. Not when it’s so close to the wedding.”

  “I’m here to act as your Master’s stand-in,” Rytsar declared. “You will not miss him.”

  Brie giggled. “While I’m grateful, Rytsar,” she looked at Sir, “I want to be with you.”

  “And you will be—for a lifetime. It’s unfortunate that this extra step is necessary to end the Beast’s life.”

  Brie walked over to Sir, wrapping her arms around his waist. “At least you won’t be alone when it’s time.”

  “Although she is already dead, I will be grateful to have both of you beside me when she breathes her last.”

  “You are doing the right thing, moy droog,” Rytsar assured Sir, slapping him on the back. “Since I have known you, she has haunted your life. It is time.”

  Sir laughed uncomfortably. “I’m unsure whether I can handle the loss.”

  Rytsar’s tone was sober when he answered, “You will be surprised how much you miss the weight on your shoulders initially, but trust me, moy droog, you grow used to it.”

  Sir nodded. “I look forward to that day, old friend.”

  “Are you sure Lilly won’t fight you over this?” Brie asked.

  Sir’s voice became ominous. “She will have no choice. Thompson and I are seeing to that. Once the Beast is gone, all familial ties will be severed.”

  “And you will finally be free,” Rytsar stated.

  “A new life,” Sir agreed, kissing Brie on the top of the head.

  She looked up and smiled. “As man and wife.”

  “With a kinky white Russian,” Rytsar added, grabbing her ass in his strong hands.

  “Hands off, old friend. We are practicing abstinence.”

  Rytsar smiled knowingly, taking his hands from her ass and placing one on her tummy. “That can only mean one thing.”

  “Well, we’re going to start trying, at least,” Brie said, blushing.

  Rytsar stared at Sir. “Thank you, moy droog.”

  “For what? This will be my child, not yours,” Sir joked.

  Rytsar shook his head and said solemnly, “For showing me what’s possible.”

  Silence followed his statement.

  Eventually Sir nodded. “You said yourself the defective should not accept a lesser life.”

  “Da…” He gazed at Brie wistfully, then smiled. “I amaze myself with my wisdom.”

  Brie discovered just how possessive Rytsar could be when they traveled to Denver. Although Master Anderson graciously offered his home to them, the Russian would have none of it. “When you are under my protection, no other man will care for you.”

  It wasn’t a topic up for discussion, so Brie accepted it when they stayed at a hotel instead. She quickly learned, however, that it also meant she had to ask permission whenever it involved others—even a simple phone call to Mary.

  She had just dialed the number and hadn’t even said hello yet when he hung up the phone. “Who are you calling?”

  “Mary! Why did you do that, Rytsar?” Brie protested.

  “No calls without permission.”

  “But why? I’m not wearing your temporary collar.”

  “You are precious to me, radost moya. I must know where you are and who you are talking to at all times. I will not fail you or your Master while you are under my watch.”

  The passion in his voice touched Brie, so she did not question him again. “May I call Mary?”

  “Da, but you must okay any meetings with me before you commit to others.”

  Brie gave him a chagrined look. “Fine.”

  “Fine what?” he asked in his sexy Russian accent.

  “Fine, Rytsar.”

  “Nyet.”

  “Fine, Rytsar Durov.”

  “Nyet.”

  “What, then?”

  “You may address me as Ruler of My Universe.”

  Brie giggled, but answered dutifully, “Fine, oh Ruler of My Universe.”

  “Better, but I could do without the giggling.”

  She broke out in a peal of laughter, shaking her head as she called Mary again.

  Naturally, Rytsar insisted on being present during the filming, confiding to her, “I still do not trust Wolf Boy.”

  “Should I get a shotgun for you?” she teased.

  “No,” he answered, with a smug look on his face. “My ’nines should do nicely if he crosses the line.”

  Mary had informed Brie that Faelan was recovering well, considering where he’d sta
rted from, but that she was still concerned about the scene. “You are not worth his health, Brie.”

  “I agree. I wasn’t even planning to ask, but Sir insisted. I’ve been thinking about it and I believe what I have in mind shouldn’t put any strain on his body. Really, I have no idea why Mr. Holloway is so obsessed with you.”

  “Eh, it doesn’t surprise me.”

  “Why? Do you know him?” Brie asked, hoping to sate her curiosity.

  Mary laughed. “No.”

  “Oh, so you just naturally assume he’s obsessed because of your charm and good looks.”

  “You know it, Stinky.”

  “Well, I think he must have a mental disorder, just like Todd.”

  “Odd…”

  “What’s odd?”

  “You’re asking me for a favor and yet you insult me.”

  “Hey, what are friends for?”

  Mary scoffed. “I find friendship highly overrated.”

  “Says the girl with no friends…”

  Brie met the two at the Denver Academy, with Rytsar glued to her side.

  Faelan was not thrilled to have a fellow Dom observing him. As soon as he entered the room, he asserted his dominance over the Russian.

  “You, over there,” Faelan ordered, pointing Rytsar to a far-off corner. “You will not speak or offer direction while I’m scening today.”

  Rytsar snorted. “One inappropriate word or touch, and you will be crying to the moon, Wolf Boy.”

  “Why did you have to bring him?” Faelan complained to Brie.

  “Rytsar is my escort, as per Sir’s orders.”

  Faelan’s blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “What? Is Davis back to worrying about me now?”

  Rytsar growled under his breath and started towards Todd, who immediately backed away from Brie. “Calm down, old man. I have no need to fish elsewhere.” Faelan turned to Mary, looping his finger around the ring of her new collar, pulling her close. “This sub suits my needs just fine.”

  Brie was impressed by how good Faelan looked. He moved stiffly, hinting at the pain he still suffered, but his color was good and his eyes were just as magnetic as ever. Faelan’s recovery seemed like a miracle, and she felt certain Mary had everything to do with it.

  She explained the scene to Faelan, “I want this scene to showcase a simple lesson many subs experience, while letting you basically just lie there without having to tax your body.”