Brie's Tokyo Tryst (Submissive in Love, #1)

by Red Phoenix

  Brie kept her eyes on him as she took his shaft deeply. Sir moved her hair to the side and held her head so he could watch her. She pulled back and took him deeper.

  “That’s it, téa…”

  She swallowed, allowing the head of his shaft to travel down her taut throat, forcing him deeper until her lips touched the very base of his shaft. Once there, she rocked gently back and forth, letting her throat caress his cock with its tight constriction.

  When Brie pulled back to catch her breath, she let him drop from her mouth and looked up, smiling at her Master.

  “Again, babygirl.”

  Brie happily obliged, taking several deep breaths before opening her lips and taking him back in her mouth. This time Sir guided her using his hands, thrusting slowly. She stared up at him with love. Being taken like this took her to a different level of submission, one where she was purely female in the most primal form.

  He pulled out and pushed her head back, running his fingers through her hair as he praised, “My good girl…”

  Sir asked her to stand, then grasped her throat possessively. “I think it is time you attended to our host,” he whispered, turning her around to face Tono. He undressed her completely, only leaving her collar.

  “Kneel before him with your legs spread open.”

  Brie walked over to Tono, her heart beating faster with each step. The Asian Dom stared at her with an amorous gaze as she knelt down before him, spreading herself open as Sir had commanded.

  “Please Nosaka with your lips, but do not open them, téa.”

  Tono loosened his sash and opened his kimono. Brie took in his toned body, then smiled to herself when she saw his arousal. She was grateful to be allowed the honor of ministering to his masculine need.

  With lips that lightly teased, she kissed his cock, making her way from the base to the tip of his shaft. Brie looked up when she heard his intake of breath, and smiled when she saw the passionate look in his eye.

  She used her soft lips to tease the frenulum and head of his cock, then rubbed her cheek lovingly against his rigid shaft, like a cat. She bowed lower to give attention to his balls and to caress the perineum, the soft area between his scrotum and anus, with feather-light kisses. She felt his whole body stiffen, his enjoyment of that particular stimulus obvious.

  Brie saw a drop of his precome on the end of his shaft and rubbed her lips against it. She looked up at him, licking her lips seductively as she tasted his excitement. Tono groaned, his breath becoming shallow and fast.

  She turned her head and kept her lips closed as she rubbed them up and down the length of his shaft, mimicking the motion and pace of slow thrusting. When he fisted her hair and pressed her lips harder against his cock, increasing the pace, her pussy tightened in pleasure, responding to his possessive grip.

  That was when Sir knelt down behind her…

  Brie moaned on Tono’s shaft when Sir began to caress her clit, swirling her juices to slicken the sensitive flesh before briskly rubbing against it. Brie’s breath quickly increased, meeting Tono’s as they rode the tension building inside them.

  “Concentrate,” Sir commanded.

  Brie realized that she had stopped the motion on Tono’s shaft, and resumed the pace she’d had before, looking up at Tono apologetically.

  If he minded, his face did not show it. Tono gazed down at her, the two in sync as their orgasms threatened to peak. Sir pulled his fingers away, allowing her to regain control of her body. Brie copied his actions by pulling away from Tono’s cock.

  Sir started up again, his touch slower and lighter. Brie shuddered, her libido now heightened and much easier to manipulate—just the way Sir liked it.

  “Nosaka, reach into the bag there,” he commanded.

  Tono moved away from Brie, pulling out a large red candle.

  “The lighter is in the front pocket,” Sir informed him, as he returned to her clit and teased it relentlessly with his vigorous rubbing. “Place them on the table.”

  Brie held her breath, forcing her orgasm back as she watch Tono put down the beloved tools for wax play.

  “Good girl,” Sir growled in her ear, reaching forward and tugging on her nipples.

  She groaned with pleasure and frustration, her pussy contracting in response to the manipulation, ruining her previous restraint. “Master…”

  Sir chuckled, knowing that she was struggling to obey him. He added a bite on her neck to make things nearly impossible. Brie’s whole body stiffened, so close to coming that tears formed in her eyes.

  “Please.”

  Sir wrapped his hand around her throat, lifting her head so she looked him in the eyes. “Please what, téa?”

  “Release…” she begged through gritted teeth, as he increased the pace and pressure on her clit.

  “No.”

  She shuddered again. Sometimes her Master was cruel, but there was always purpose behind his actions—a method to his madness.

  “Shall I test your resolve, téa?”

  She shook her head, but answered dutifully, “If it pleases you, Master.”

  “I question your sincerity, little sub.”

  Brie took a deep breath, realizing he was not jesting. With renewed conviction, she responded, “It would be my honor to have my resolve tested, Master.”

  “Good.” He swirled his finger against her clit, slowly and rhythmically, drawing her close to the edge again. Brie concentrated on a dark spot on the ceiling, putting all her energy into that black spot to get through his torturous teasing.

  Sir released his hold on her and pulled out a Wartenberg wheel from the backpack. The smile on his face was dangerously wicked when he held it up for her to see. The spiked instrument was a challenging tool, and her skin tingled with fearful anticipation.

  “Lay her on the couch, Nosaka, with her head near the end.”

  Tono cradled her in his arms as he picked her up gently and laid her per Sir’s instruction, adjusting her bound arms to a more comfortable position before he lit the candle on the table. She trembled where she lay, her pussy aching with desire at the thought of enduring both Doms’ ‘tests’.

  Sir seated himself between her thighs and lightly ran his fingers up her leg. “Such soft, delicate skin…”

  Tono picked up the candle, which now had a pool of melted wax. He knelt beside her and lifted the candle over her chest. “Close your eyes, Brie.”

  She eagerly did so, anticipating the burning drip of the hot wax and the wicked prickling of the Wartenberg wheel, wondering which of the two she would feel first.

  However, the Doms were in control, and they surprised her.

  Tono’s gentle lips descended on hers as Sir kissed her inner thigh, slowly moving upwards. Brie was unprepared for such tender contact, and her control melted under their attention. When Sir fingered her pussy again, she lifted her pelvis out of his reach to prevent a cascading orgasm.

  “No, téa. You must remain still.”

  Brie slowly settled her ass back onto the couch, gasping softly when his fingers returned. When Tono slipped his tongue into her mouth, her pussy began its prelude to an orgasmic dance without her permission.

  The sharp prick of the wheel ran across the top of her mound as hot wax dripped onto her left nipple, shocking her senses and helping her to regain power over her body. Brie moaned, the explicit combination of pleasure and pain teasing her senses. The hot liquid rolled down the side of her breast before cooling into hard wax.

  Sir rolled the wicked wheel down her left thigh, pressing hard enough to make her skin break out in tingling goosebumps while Tono brushed his hand slightly over her right breast, adding to her chills.

  When the Asian Dom covered her nipple with the hot liquid, Brie arched her back in pleasure, loving the momentary burn followed by the ticklish trails the wax created. Sir focused his attention on her clit as Tono began crafting a simple design of a large flower on her stomach. The fact that Tono could excite Brie with the wax while making her a beautiful pi
ece of artwork in the process totally enchanted her. But she tensed when Sir resumed his sensual rubbing of her clit as he teasingly tortured the sensitive soles of her feet with the wheel.

  Sir challenged her further when he rolled the spiky instrument over the outside of her thigh and the shapely swell of her ass, applying more pressure than before. Brie realized she could fight against the impending orgasm he was building, or transcend it. She forced herself to relax against her Master’s insistent caress, letting the fire between her legs burn hotter.

  Rather than focusing on resisting the orgasm, she concentrated on the burn of the wax, the needle points of the wheel, and allowed those sensations to carry her.

  “That’s my good girl, fly…” Sir said gruffly, kissing her inner thigh as he rolled the spiky instrument over the arch of her foot.

  “Ahhh…” she gasped, welcoming the challenge of the Wartenberg wheel because it helped her to fly higher into subspace.

  The smell of smoke from the candle signaled that Tono had finished his creation. His warm lips teased her, kissing her cheeks, forehead and the tip of her nose. “You are beautiful, toriko,” he whispered, before kissing her passionately on the lips.

  She opened her eyes and stared into his. The use of his chosen sub name for her surprised Brie and had an amorous effect, making her pussy respond with waves of undeniable desire.

  “I think it’s time to change this up, Nosaka.”

  Sir put the wheel down on the table and the two Doms switched places. Sir pulled her head farther off the edge and stroked her throat with his fingers. “I will fuck your face slowly, téa.”

  “Let me blindfold her first,” Tono suggested, taking his silk sash and tying it securely over her eyes. It smelled of him.

  Brie laid her head back down, now completely reliant on her other senses.

  “You were successful in denying your desire,” Sir complimented her. “Now it’s time to embrace it—don’t hold anything back.”

  She lay there, waiting. When nothing happened, she wondered if the two Doms were communicating silently.

  OMG, what were they planning for her now? Breathe, Brie, breathe…

  “Open,” Sir commanded.

  Brie parted her lips to take in his hard shaft. Her tongue met with the distinctive tang of Sir’s precome—a taste she adored—then flickered against the underside of his cock. He pushed his shaft deeper into her throat and groaned, making her gush with wetness at hearing his need.

  She was completely unprepared when she felt Tono’s tongue press against her pussy. She moaned on Sir’s manhood as her body violently released the pent-up orgasm she’d been so valiantly fighting. Her pussy lifted into the air of its own accord, bouncing up and down in rhythmic motion, in time with her pulsing orgasm.

  Tono stayed with her, licking and sucking her clit as it quivered. She struggled against Sir’s cock, her body unable to handle the intense stimulation.

  “Be still.”

  Brie froze, telling herself that to accept the intense stimulation, she had to transcend it. She forced her body to relax and embraced Tono’s oral caress while Sir pressed his shaft deep into her throat.

  A second orgasm rolled through Brie in a matter of seconds.

  “Good girl,” Sir praised her as he pulled out. “I want you to keep coming until I tell you to stop.”

  There was a time when she would have celebrated such a command, but experience had taught her how challenging it actually was. She understood that this was the very same test as earlier, just in reverse.

  Sir eased his cock back into her mouth. “Suck.”

  Brie obediently began to suck, and found Tono matching her rhythm between her legs. The synergy of the act initiated another orgasm, and Brie desperately struggled not to move as her body was rocked by it.

  Tono murmured his approval. “Her come is so sweet.”

  “Again,” Sir commanded softly. He grabbed her throat with one hand, pressing down on it as he began to make slow love to her mouth.

  The feeling of total possession, forced submission and tender love-making was a combination that completely undid her.

  Brie moaned as Tono brought her to another orgasm, one that refused to end. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as she rode each wave. Sir added to the intensity by holding her in his tight grasp, his cock thrust far down her throat.

  Tears of pure bliss were soaked up by her blindfold as she gave in to the continuous orgasm and flew…

  “Come back to me.”

  Brie heard those words several times before realizing they were meant for her. She had to concentrate on following them. She opened her eyes and found Sir looking down at her, the blindfold removed.

  “Enjoy yourself, téa?”

  “Yes, Master…thank you.”

  “Thank Nosaka as well.”

  Brie lifted her head groggily and smiled at Tono. “Thank you, Tono Nosaka.”

  Sir caressed her cheek. “Now we will reward your tenacity, my sub. Swallow my pleasure while Nosaka covers you in his.”

  Brie opened her mouth to take in Sir’s shaft, while Tono positioned himself, kneeling between her legs. She heard the slippery sound as the Asian Dom stroked his own manhood, while Sir began gently thrusting in her mouth, increasing the pace until he threw back his head and cried out.

  Her muffled cries of pure ecstasy filled the room. Brie swallowed her Master’s seed as Tono’s hot come covered her bare mound. Having both men orgasm at the same time was a glorious experience.

  Brie kissed the tip of Sir’s cock tenderly when he pulled out of her mouth, then focused her attention on Tono’s gentle hands as he cleaned his essence from her skin. Every touch was meaningful, articulating his thoughts without voice, and what he was expressing tonight was appreciation—and love.

  Brie was slow to dress and needed to lean on Sir as they made their way out of the karaoke club and through the narrow alleyways back to the car. She was still flying from the encounter, and giggled periodically as they walked.

  “What’s so funny, Brie?” Tono asked.

  She tried to formulate an answer but her thoughts were scattered because of the pleasant, lingering haze of subspace.

  Sir answered for her. “She sometimes gets like this after an intense session. It’s been happening more often lately. Unsure why that is.”

  Brie giggled. “Because I’m a very happy sub, Sir. Very happy.”

  Sir patted her hand, which she had wrapped around his arm for support. The sweet gesture made Brie giggle again.

  He raised his eyebrow, giving Tono an exasperated look. “See what I mean?”

  Tono smiled. “It pleases me to see her so giddy. It is not an emotion I’ve encountered recently.”

  His statement reminded Brie of his tragic circumstances. The joy she felt fled her heart and tears started running down her face.

  “What’s wrong, Brie?” Sir questioned, stunned to find her suddenly crying.

  She didn’t want to ruin the evening, so she smiled up at him and stated, “I’m just grateful, and it makes me teary.”

  Sir gave her a private grin. “You are a mystery, Miss Bennett. One I believe it will take me a lifetime to solve.”

  A New Kind of Kinbaku

  Brie was tickled that Sir had convinced Tono to perform part of his traveling Kinbaku act for them. Sir explained to her that getting Tono involved in it again would help the jute Master to process the grief that was coming.

  “There are times when you must be forced to do those things that are healthy for you. Nosaka will benefit greatly from the escape of Kinbaku in the months ahead.”

  Sir was always observing people and assessing needs. Even though he was no longer part of the Training Center, that part of his nature could not be quelled. Brie admired that about him, but it also worried her. Sir was meant to train others; his natural talent, as well as his passion and experience, made him an exceedingly effective trainer. She hadn’t felt guilt about his resignation from the Center in mon
ths, but now it returned with a vengeance.

  Brie wondered if Sir still missed his position as headmaster. How could her personal training make up for all that he had given up? She shook off her doubts, reminding herself that Sir was an upfront man. If it was truly a problem, he would find a way to resolve it.

  That second night, Brie and Sir visited Master Nosaka’s studio. It was kind of eerie, knowing that Tono’s father was fighting for his life just a few miles away, but it was obvious from Tono’s countenance that for him the place brought peace.

  Brie understood that this place was a tangible connection to his father, and wondered how many hours Tono had spent inside these walls, training and learning with the man. How young had he been when his training began? She’d never thought to ask him.

  As she glanced around, Brie imagined Tono as a young boy, his long bangs hiding his lack of confidence as his father corrected him on a malformed knot. It made her smile to envision the scene.

  Her thoughts were interrupted when a woman entered the large studio wearing a bright yellow kimono and dark red lipstick. She was young, like Brie, but with straight, waist-length hair and soft brown eyes. The girl bowed low to Tono, speaking words Brie did not understand.

  He smiled, and told her to rise as he introduced her to his guests. “This is Chikako. She is one of my father’s favorite partners to work with.”

  The girl turned to Brie and Sir and bowed again. In perfect English she said, “It is my pleasure to entertain you tonight.”

  Brie bowed to her as Sir answered, “We are honored to observe the scene.”

  Tono directed Chikako to sit on a jute mat in the middle of the room while he explained to them, “I’m going to show you a new routine I have been working on. Something that embraces the old traditions while adding a modern element to the mix. I hope to attract the younger generation to the ancient art.”

  “You have me intrigued yet again, Nosaka.”

  Brie felt a thrill of sensual excitement knowing she was going to see Tono’s mastery at work. “I can’t wait!”