Enchant Me (Brie's Submission, #10)

by Red Phoenix

  “Fuck, that feels good…”

  “Too good,” she purred.

  He stopped. “Do you want me to pull out then?”

  “No,” she begged, “Please keep going.”

  “You are a dirty girl. I saw that in you the first time we met,” he replied, grabbing onto her cuffs for leverage as he pushed deeper.

  Her body finally opened up to him, allowing him greater depth which they both desired. He began to caress her tight ass with long, solid strokes.

  “Oh, that feels…so…so…goooooood,” she cried.

  Sir’s groan let her know he felt the same, but he wasn’t satisfied for very long. Brie felt a drip of extra lubricant around the stretched skin of her opening. “That’s right, girl, I’m about to switch gears.”

  Brie looked back at him flirtatiously. “I like it rough.”

  “Of course you do,” he answered with a wicked grin, taking a new grip of the cuffs and pulling her upper torso off the tantra chair. “Now that your body is prepared I will show no restraint.”

  Brie held her breath as Sir began to pound her with his cock. He kept with the long strokes, but they came at a much faster pace and far deeper. She had to close her eyes and concentrate to prevent her body from resisting the forceful onslaught.

  “Breathe,” he commanded.

  She appreciated the reminder and let her breath go, refilling her lungs with the tropical air.

  Sir ramped up, holding onto the cuffs firmly as he fucked her like a jackhammer.

  Skin slapping against skin filled the room as his shaft dominated her ass. Just when she didn’t think she could take any more, he stopped and began rolling his hips, every stroke as deep as he could force it.

  Brie felt her pussy began to pulse. “Oh God, I’m about to come.”

  “I want to feel it.”

  Her ass muscles tensed unbearably around his cock just before her release. She cried out as her climax flooded over her—Sir’s low grunts enhancing her orgasm.

  “That was a good one. Shall we go for another?”

  “If it pleases you,” she answered with a playful backwards glance.

  In answer, Sir held the cuffs tight as he thrust his shaft in again. Brie cried out, tensing from the power of the stroke but her body quickly relaxed, leaving her begging for more.

  “So you like a good ass fucking,” he commented with satisfaction.

  “I love the feeling of total possession.”

  “Good, because I plan to climax in your ass as you come.”

  She moaned breathlessly. “Just thinking about that makes my pussy quiver with pleasure.”

  “I’m feeling generous today and will not make you wait.” With that, he held onto the cuffs with one hand while grabbing the flesh of her ass with the other. The pounding began, not only taking her breath away but all her other senses too.

  His shaft filled her world.

  When her second orgasm hit, Sir stopped thrusting to enjoy the rhythmic contractions of her strong inner muscles before he allowed his own release. Brie screamed out in passion when his cock seemed to grow even bigger just before he thrust deep and warm come filled her ass.

  Brie closed her eyes, not wanting to miss the final shudder of his climax—it was something she found extremely sexy. “Why does that feel so good?” she mused as he pulled out and slapped her on the ass.

  “It’s simple,” he answered. “Your body was meant for my pleasure, making every part of you my domain to dominate. It’s only natural you would enjoy it.”

  “Do you say that to all the girls?”

  Sir leaned in close. “No. Only to you, wife.”

  Brie purred as Sir unbuckled her cuffs and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed. She loved the rush of endorphins that came after such intense play, but she loved his aftercare equally as much.

  Sir nuzzled her ear as he lightly caressed her back with gentle hands. “Did you like playing out my fantasy?”

  “Very much…although I couldn’t pretend not to want you,” she giggled. “I’m sorry if you were hoping for that.”

  “I didn’t need a reluctant captive.”

  She turned her head toward him and smiled. “This was one time I couldn’t even fake it.”

  He caressed her cheek. “You are my anchor, babygirl. I find myself feeling hope for the future without my normal reservations. To be honest, it is a strange feeling for me.”

  She was amused and asked why.

  “You know me. I’m always calculating the consequences of my decisions. I should be concerned about becoming a father, and yet…I feel nothing but peace. It’s unnatural.”

  She laughed. “Actually, Sir, it’s not. That’s how I’ve lived my whole life and I have zero complaints about how my life’s turned out.”

  He smacked her bottom playfully. “I still think you were a fool to offer me your collar. I’m a complicated beast with demons that still play out in my head.”

  Brie knew the beast reference was in relation to his mother—a death he had yet to reconcile.

  With loving hands, she cradled his face. “You’re not a beast. You are a man with a complicated past who is fortunate to have a woman who loves you completely. A woman who would do anything for you.”

  “Although I must repeat that you were foolish, I have benefitted greatly from your mistake.”

  “No mistake, Sir. It was my destiny—and yours.”

  He sighed in frustration. “There it is again. That quandary whether we decide our fates or some divine power from above influences our lives. I find the latter to be disturbing, despite Marquis’ certainty that God exists.”

  “You know…I’ve always found Marquis Gray’s faith inspiring. If someone that intelligent and independent believes in a higher power, it makes me wonder if he might be right.”

  Sir snorted. “Marquis is a mystery.”

  “But you admire him, Sir,” Brie stated confidently.

  Sir frowned. “Let’s just say that there are aspects of the man that I deeply respect. However, his belief in God is not one of them.”

  “Because?”

  Sir snarled, “Believing in God takes my will out of the equation. I don’t like the idea of being someone else’s puppet.”

  Brie tilted her head, excited by a new train of thought inspired by their conversation. “What if… it’s more like a Dominant and submissive dynamic? The Dom has no power over the submissive unless he or she allows it.”

  “Oh hell, woman. I did not come to this private island to discuss theology with you. I came here to do one thing and one thing only.”

  “And that is?”

  “To fuck your ever-lovin’ brains out.”

  Brie laughed. In one fell swoop Sir had gone from a serious discussion to needing to bang her again.

  A change in direction of the breeze sent the delicious aroma of cooking Lovo drifting into the miniature home. Brie’s stomach growled in response and would not stop. She blushed a deep red as she cradled her tummy.

  “I suppose we should eat before I play with you again,” he conceded. “I need sustenance in order to recharge my sperm production. No point in sending the boys in unless they’re up for the job.”

  Brie burst out laughing again as she made her way to the shower. Soon she was whimpering, however, as the cold water hit her sweaty skin. She rinsed off as quickly as possible to escape the icy cold. After she toweled off, she glanced around the room. “Did you bring our clothes, Sir?”

  He chuckled, not answering her until he dried off himself.

  “We have no clothes on the isle.”

  “Why?”

  “My fantasy is to be stranded on this island naked and alone with you. Like Adam and Eve… A little more civilized with modern conveniences, but a little more brutish in the way we approach our procreation.”

  “Oh, I like that analogy!” she said, grinning. “The only two people on earth—our sole purpose is making love to create a child.”

  Sir scrubbed his wet ha
ir vigorously with the towel, looking at her all disheveled and devastatingly cute when he informed her, “The plane won’t arrive again for another six days.”

  “A full week of purposeful debauchery…”

  “Truly heaven on earth, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked with a devilish grin.

  Her stomach growled in answer.

  Sir pinched her bare ass as they walked toward the smoldering fire. “Let’s get you fed so I can ravage that delectable body repeatedly.”

  He pulled back the large banana leaves and placed them on the sand. Using a shovel, he removed the hot rocks and pulled back more banana leaves until he came to a layer of vegetables. Using tongs, he placed them on the largest banana leaf.

  Underneath the layer of veggies were large pieces of meat, both pork and chicken.

  “As is tradition, we eat with our fingers,” Sir stated.

  In her hunger Brie immediately grabbed a yam. “Hot, hot, hot!” she cried, dropping it on the ground as she stuck her fingers in her mouth.

  “Have you never played hot potato before?” Sir teased.

  He gingerly took a piece of chicken, handling only the edges as he took the first bite. “Oh hell, that’s good.”

  Sir held it out for her to take a bite. She took her fingers out of her mouth and bit into the piece. It was tender and delicious, perfectly flavored by the smoke. She took another bigger bite and smiled at him.

  Sir handed her the chicken and took a hunk of pork.

  They sat there naked, eating with their bare hands as they nibbled on each other’s food. It couldn’t have been more primal or romantic.

  By the end of the meal, Brie was covered in sticky goodness as she eagerly licked her hands. Somehow, Sir had managed to stay clean.

  She looked at him in disbelief. “How is that even possible?”

  “I’m not quite as enthusiastic as you when I eat.”

  “I’m glad this isn’t our first date. I might have scared you away with my appetite.”

  “I never shy away from a woman with a healthy appetite, as long as she is willing to clean up afterwards.”

  Brie frowned. “Another cold shower?”

  “No,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Stay here while I ready your bath.” He grabbed the shovel and scooped up some of the hot stones, carrying them into the house. Once it was ready he came back to collect her. “Warm bath, Mrs. Davis?”

  Brie took his hand and stood up. “Oh, that sounds heavenly, Mr. Davis.”

  When they entered the little house, he told her to test the water.

  Brie approached the unusual tub. It was made of frosted blue glass held up by a dark metal frame that resembled bare trees branches with a skyline of pine trees in the background. She was uncertain why they were pine and not palms, but it was simply magnificent. A piece of functional art that had somehow found its way to the deserted isle.

  Brie stooped to run her fingers in the water. It was perfectly warm and she purred, “It’s just the right temperature.”

  “Good,” He walked over and helped Brie step into the tub. She settled down into the warm water and moaned in pure bliss as it enveloped her.

  Sir picked up a pitcher beside the tub and pushed it under the water, filling it up. “Have you ever had your hair washed by a man before?”

  “No, but it’s always been a dream of mine.”

  “Lay your head back then,” he commanded gently. Brie felt warm, ticklish chills as the water cascaded over her hair and down her back. Sir took his time, using several pitchers to make sure her hair was thoroughly wet.

  He leaned over to give Brie a kiss before getting the shampoo. Her entire scalp tingled with pleasure as he massaged the lather in. It was like a delicious skin-gasm, making her body pleasantly weak from the sensual stimulation.

  “Have you ever thought of doing this for a living, Sir? I’m positive many women would pay to experience such lavish treatment.”

  He chuckled lightly as he got the pitcher again, beginning the slow process of rinsing her hair clean. She shivered in delight as the water flowed down, seducing her with its liquid caress.

  When he was done, he took a fluffy towel and wrapped her hair in it. “For now, I want you to relax and enjoy your bath. You can join me outside when the water gets cold.” She watched him walk away from her, admiring his fine, manly ass.

  Brie sighed as she lay in the tub, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt. Her stomach was full, her body satisfied, her soul content, and her heart overflowing with love.

  Truly this was heaven on earth…

  Buried Treasure

  Sir had tied Brie up tight in jute. She was hanging naked between the trunks of two palms that leaned toward each other. He’d left her there to admire the gorgeous sunset while he returned to the miniature home to select a new toy to play with.

  Tonight was to be their last on the isle.

  Early tomorrow morning the plane was coming back to whisk them away from their private heaven. Knowing they were going had Brie feeling melancholy, especially when the waves were calling so sweetly to her.

  How can I ever leave this?

  She wished they were self-made billionaires who could travel the world and play without concerning themselves with deadlines and the pressures of work. But then she had to laugh; neither Sir nor she were made for such a passive life. Although this escape from reality had been absolutely divine, it was the daily challenges and hard-fought successes that had honed Brie into who she was.

  To wish away the things that fortified her was silly.

  So she savored the beauty of their last sunset as she lay suspended in rope, knowing this memory would last her lifetime.

  Sir returned to her with a piece of old parchment rolled up and secured with a wax seal. He laid it on the sand in front of her.

  “What’s that?”

  He answered with a wink. “That, babygirl, is a treasure map.”

  She smiled, thrilled by the prospect. “What kind of treasure, Master?”

  “It’s up to you to uncover it and find out, but not before I partake of your perfectly positioned body.” He ran his hand over her bare mound. “I’m going to give the rope just enough slack to enjoy myself.”

  Brie watched as he skillfully adjusted the ropes. He did not have the quick hands of Tono, but he certainly knew his way around rope.

  Aware of her love of the art of kinbaku, he had taken the time to learn its intricacies from the Kinbaku Master himself. Sir didn’t want her to miss any experience he knew she enjoyed.

  The difference, however, lay in how he used the rope. With Sir, it was less about letting her fly and more about enhancing their sexual encounters. Brie smiled to herself, gratified that Sir had taken his duty seriously and been quite creative in the different ways he found to procreate.

  Her pussy had been well used over the course of the week.

  Sir stood in front of her, presenting her with his cock. “You know what to do, wife.”

  “With pleasure, husband.” Brie opened her mouth and took his hardening cock between her warm lips. He sucked in his breath as she started to tease his manhood with her teeth.

  “You know what that does to me,” he growled under his breath.

  She smiled but did not disengage her mouth. Yes, she knew him well and enjoyed the occasional tease, but she returned to sucking and licking, not wanting to lose this chance to feel his cock inside her as the sun disappeared over the horizon.

  He moved away from her mouth when he was satisfied, kneeling down between her open legs to position his tongue. “It’s only fair…” he murmured lustfully as he took a lick. He groaned again as he took another long lick, stimulating her clit as he caressed her outer folds with his fingers.

  “I’ve always admired your beautiful pussy. When you came back to class after your first waxing to show off Sting’s work, I had to suppress the urge to christen it with my come right there in front of the panel.”

  “You know I would have welcomed yo
ur advances.”

  He snorted in amusement, his warm breath caressing the delicate skin of her sex. “Oh yes, that would certainly have been well received by the other trainers.”

  Sir placed his hand possessively on her pussy as he stood up to position himself to take her. Grabbing onto the ropes, he started her swinging. Brie felt the barest hint of his hard shaft touch her sex. Each consecutive swing brought her closer to gratification, but she was helplessly bound and could only wait until he deemed it time.

  Sir controlled her motion. He knew the power of expectancy and was a Master at making her wait for satisfaction. When the head of his shaft finally grazed her wet pussy, she moaned loudly.

  “Throw your head back. I want you to watch the sun disappear as I stroke your pussy to climax.”

  Brie stared out at the ocean, watching the sun slowly sink down past the horizon. Sir used the rope to control his thrusts. They were quick, diminutive movements, the head of his shaft rubbing against her g-spot continuously.

  The moment the sun disappeared her body exploded in a continuous wave of ecstasy. They both cried out in pleasure, filling the night air with their carnal passion.

  Sir unfurled a blanket afterward and laid it underneath her. He then lit four torches, setting them around her in the sand before he began the task of lowering her down to the blanket and untying the knots.

  He rubbed her skin tenderly as he cradled her in the firelight. “The rope marks are attractive on you.”

  She glided her finger over one on her arm and purred. “They feel good, too. Thank you, Sir.” Brie smiled at Sir, but her eyes kept glancing over to the parchment.

  “It’s killing you, isn’t it?”

  She giggled.

  “You’re dying to know what it is.”

  “Of course I am—you know me.”

  His laughter was deep and alluring. Sir picked up the parchment and placed it in her hands. “I give you permission to break the seal, but—” She immediately started to bend the wax when he cautioned her, “Before you do you need to understand my rules.”

  “What rules?”

  “You will find a treasure based on this map. There are several markers along the way. I expect you to collect each one and will give you a set amount of time, each increasingly longer, for every marker you find. If you fail to produce a marker within the allotted time, you will be punished.”