Brie Surrenders her Heart (After Graduation, #8)

by Red Phoenix

  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.”

  Brie blushed as she rephrased it. “Remain still until I return, Sir.”

  Knowing that leaving him unattended while bound was unsafe, Brie ran down the hall and quickly gathered the candle and matches. She returned, giggling like a little girl and out of breath.

  Brie realized that she wasn’t coming off as very dominant. Not wanting to fail her assignment, she set the items down and took a couple of moments to gather herself by closing her eyes. She put herself in Sir’s shoes—cuffed and tied down, eyes blinded and his sex exposed, defenseless… It was her job to heighten the sense of anticipation.

  She walked around the lounger slowly, liking the way her heels clicked on the marble floor. “We must remove these clothes,” she announced. Brie pulled down his pants and briefs in a rough, swift motion.

  Oh, that was sexy, she thought, feeling a sensual rush.

  Sir’s rock-hard cock affirmed that he felt the same. She denied her need no longer and took a long lick of his cock, savoring the tang of his pre-come. Soon, Brie, soon… she assured herself as her pussy pulsated with mounting desire.

  She settled down on his cock again, her wet lips encasing him without providing the relief of penetration. She struck a match and lit the candle, letting it burn for several moments to allow the scent of jasmine to fill the air.

  Just as she was about to pour it on his chest, Sir remarked, “Téa, you may want to cover the area in massaging oil first, unless your intent is to wax my body hair.”

  He said it nonchalantly, as if he didn’t care one way or the other, but Brie could have died. She could just imagine Sir’s body with a crisscross of missing hair after she was finished.

  In a calm, Dominant voice, Brie answered, “That was the plan, Sir, but I do not fault you for voicing concern.”

  She placed the candle on the table and went back into the bedroom closet to procure the needed oil. She came back, taking long, confident strides so that her walk would echo throughout the apartment.

  Before returning to his side, she removed all of her clothing, leaving only the stilettos on. She rubbed a glistening layer of oil over his chest, stomach, and pelvic area. She cleaned off her hands, picked up the burning candle and straddled him again.

  Brie leaned down and whispered, “Embrace the hot caress, Sir…” as she slowly poured a small line of wax down his right chest muscle, covering his nipple.

  He let out a long breath, but remained still and quiet.

  Brie poured a second line, imitating the ‘t’ brand on the left side of his chest. She poured a thicker line down the middle of his torso, starting at his sternum and going all the way down to his lower stomach. When she noticed the hot wax pooling in his belly button, she quickly spread it outward so the heat would not concentrate in that one area and burn him.

  Brie shook her head, realizing that being the Dominant was serious business. Even a simple candle could cause harm if she wasn’t careful. Although she had said she wouldn’t ask, she needed to know. “Color?”

&n
bsp; “Green, téa.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief and poured a second line to cross the giant lowercase ‘t’.

  “I’m marking my territory,” she explained.

  Brie pushed herself down onto Sir’s ankles so she had free access to his entire pelvic region. “I love your cock, Sir.”

  His passionate groan alerted her that he knew exactly what she meant by that statement. Brie carefully poured a thin line of candle wax down the length of his shaft. Droplets fell on either side, giving him extra sensation.

  She poured the corresponding line of the ‘t’ to mark his groin as hers.

  “Now that’s sexy,” she remarked, blowing out her candle and picking up the Wartenberg wheel.

  She rolled the instrument, starting at his knee and slowly trailing it up to his pelvis. This time, Sir moaned loudly. Brie felt a gush of wetness in response to his cry. Instead of asking him to state his color, she observed the thick hardness of his cock.

  Just like last time, playing with the Wartenberg wheel seemed to have an erotic effect on him. She trailed it up the opposite thigh, stopping just before she reached his scrotum. His cock twitched of its own accord.

  She turned around and lightly rolled it over the sole of his left foot. He gasped, trying hard to keep his foot still. It was entertaining, so she used the instrument on his right sole and received the same response. She used it on various parts of his body, keeping him guessing where stimulation would come next.

  Brie was thrilled to see his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart, hard and ready for her pleasure. She had denied herself long enough. It was time to fulfill a fantasy she’d held for quite some time…

  She rubbed the wax off his cock and cleaned off the oil with a warm cloth. Both actions only added to his sensual torture. Brie kissed his princely shaft, tracing her tongue across the ridge of his cock and tickling his frenulum for added fun.

  “Téa…” he groaned.

  “Yes, Master. Your time has come,” she purred, as she eased her wet pussy onto his cock and slowly took the fullness of him into her.

  He threw his head back. “Oh, God.”

  “The third day of my training, I had a fantasy about you, Sir.”

  “You…did?” he panted as she moved up and down on his shaft.

  “I did. And now you are going to make that fantasy come true.”

  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…”

  Dinner with Gallant

  Brie had been working long hours with Mr. Holloway’s best film editor, Fehér, as well as his graphics team. The progress they were making was encouraging—so much so that Mr. Holloway had started contacting select theaters, offering them exclusive rights to the initial release. He explained to Brie, “Because it’s a documentary, we pick a few key theaters and let word of mouth, as well as carefully placed press releases, draw interest. If I’ve done my job well, the bigger chains will start asking to show the film in their own theaters once it begins to build steam. Although documentaries are not an easy sell, they’re not impossible,” he said with a cunning smile. “And I like a good challenge.” He exuded the confidence of a Dom, giving Brie pleasant shivers.

  The prospect of the upcoming release was exciting, but equally overwhelming. The relentless schedule was starting to wear on Brie. She counted herself lucky when Fehér came down with food poisoning and they all went home early one afternoon. She phoned Sir, who instructed her to take advantage of the break and set up the belated birthday dinner with Mr. Gallant.

  She was thrilled to finally be dining with her former teacher and his elegant wife. Brie had never had the chance to get to know the statuesque woman because Mr. Gallant was a private man, mixing his personal life with work as little as possible.

  But tonight, as a special gift to her, she would be allowed into their personal lives. It meant the world to Brie. She greatly admired the man who’d been her teacher throughout her six-week training.

  Brie undressed except for her beloved collar and waited for Sir at the door, following the ritual greeting he had assigned her at the Training Center. She smiled as she knelt, remembering his command: “Legs closed, arms behind your back so that your breasts are presented for my pleasure.”

  She bowed her head when she heard him. Sir entered and slowly shut the door behind him. He placed his keys on the counter before putting his hand on her head. Brie felt the familiar jolt of electricity her Master’s touch inspired.

  His low, commanding voice warmed her spirit. “Stand and serve your Master.”

  Brie stood up gracefully and looked into his luminous eyes. It was clear he had missed this simple ritual as much as she had due to her long hours working on the film.

  “Go to the couch and lean over the arm.”

  Her heart
sped up as she walked to the sofa and pressed her torso against it in an inviting pose for her Master. She purred when she felt his fingers petting her sex.

  “I will take my pleasure now,” he stated as he unzipped his pants and rubbed his cock up and down her outer lips. Before she was fully ready, he forced himself inside. Brie gasped. The friction and tightness were tantalizing.

  He grabbed her hips and thrust with more power. Brie cried out, challenged by his strokes.

  It seemed to turn Sir on, and he began fucking her with more gusto.

  Brie closed her eyes and threw her head back. This was the exact connection she’d needed, the release her body and soul had longed for over the hectic weeks she’d suffered. Brie wanted to feel the thick release of her Master’s come.

  She pressed against him and moaned loudly to let him know her pleasure. Sir did not disappoint. Her buttocks rippled with his ardent pounding.

  Bliss…

  “Good evening, Sir Davis,” the diminutive but commanding Dom said when he opened the door.

  “Mr. Gallant,” Sir replied, shaking his hand firmly.

  Mr. Gallant turned to Brie and smiled. “And welcome, Miss Bennett. It’s a pleasure to have you join us tonight. The other guests have already arrived and my wife is currently seeing to their needs, otherwise she would have met you at the door as well.”

  Mr. Gallant led them to a formal dining room. Brie was thrilled to see who was seated at the table. “Captain!”

  The older gentleman with the misshapen face and sexy eye-patch stood up. “Miss Bennett, it’s good to see you again.”

  The submissive sitting next to him was even more of a surprise. “Candy, I didn’t expect to see you here!” Brie asked Sir, “May I go and hug her, Sir?”

  Mr. Gallant corrected Brie. “In my home, we do not adhere to strict formalities. Consider it a vanilla setting and behave accordingly.”

  Brie was surprised by his request, but honored it. She looked at Sir, who gave her a slight nod.

  She scooted around the table to give Candy a big hug. There was no missing the fancy pet collar gracing the girl’s neck. Brie grinned. “Seeing you again is like getting an extra birthday present, Candy. I’ve often wondered what happened to you after you finished training.”