Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (74 page)

The music changed from a lively beat to one that was more slow and primal, so her movements changed accordingly. She was determined to captivate him with her alluring, cat-like grace.

Master Anderson stood beside Sir and they watched as she moved to the erotic beat. The vibrator turned back on and Brie moaned softly, giving in to Sir’s desire. It was so wickedly hot to come in front of everyone, even if there was only one person watching who knew it.

Brie gripped the railing as she threw her head back and came for the third time. Afterwards she swayed her hips slowly, watching the laser lights playing across her skin and clothes as she recovered from her climax. When she looked up again, she noticed that Master Anderson had gone missing.

Sir nodded to her and gestured, but she was unsure of his meaning. Taking it as a command to keep dancing, Brie started up again, her focus solely on him. She felt someone brush up beside her and turned to see a young man wearing a black T-shirt and a lustful stare. She scooted to the left but he followed her, pressing even closer.

All of a sudden, she was encased by two strong arms grasping the railing on either side of her, effectively trapping her. She would have been concerned, but she knew those arms well.

“Scram,” Master Anderson told the boy. “This one’s mine.”

The young man looked up at his impressive stature and shrugged, disappearing into the moving mass of people without a word.

“We saw him descending on you,” Master Anderson informed Brie.

“I was oblivious.”

“We could tell.”

Brie giggled and looked back to ask him, “Should I head back?”

“No, your Master wants you to dance a little longer.”

She looked over the expanse and saw Sir nod. Brie started up again, but with less hip action, conscious of Master Anderson being so close.

The vibrator buzzed back to life, and she moaned in surprise.

Master Anderson bent down. “What was that?”

She shook her head as the buzzing increased. Sir gestured that she should continue dancing. As she began to sway, Master Anderson moved with her, the two becoming one unit as they responded to the deep, pulsing bass.

It was erotic to be in the protective embrace of Master Anderson as she danced for Sir. Every now and then their bodies touched briefly and the slight contact sent shivers through her.

When the vibrations increased in power, Brie knew Sir was demanding an orgasm from her. Although Master Anderson was close, Brie licked her lips and let the delicious feeling take hold. She lost herself in it, letting her carnal desire take over her reservations, the music almost demanding it.

Brie whimpered when she started to come, then felt Master Anderson crush her against the railing, growling, “As per your Master’s orders.”

The rigidness of his erect cock pressing against her ass caused Brie to climax powerfully. He wrapped her in his arms until her trembling stopped, before pulling away and offering his hand to her.

“Shall we return to your Master?”

Brie was a little unsure on her feet, so Master Anderson held her tight, providing the extra support needed to walk.

“Lovely,” Sir complimented as Master Anderson handed her over. “I enjoyed watching that little scene play out.”

“Fortunately, I got there in time,” Master Anderson stated.

Sir smiled at Brie. “She can get a little distracted when she’s determined to please me.”

Master Anderson shifted his tight jeans, his impressive erection visibly straining against his pants. “Why don’t I order you another round while I search out a girl to…dance with,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“By all means, my friend,” Sir agreed.

When Sasha brought them another round of vodka, Sir raised his glass to Brie. “Here’s to our small attempt to get Brad back in the game.”

Brie clinked her glass against his in admiration. “You are a clever one, Sir.”

They didn’t return to the house until the wee hours of the morning. Master Anderson seemed unusually quiet and content on the drive home—a good sign, Brie thought.

When she finally made it to the bedroom, Brie felt an overwhelming need to jump on Sir. “Let me please you as much as you pleased me, Master.”

“Oh, you will,” he assured her. “I’ve just been priming you for the event. Two days of making you come while denying myself has made me a ravenous man.”

She stood and watched as he undressed, starting with his tie. He was slow and deliberate in his movements. Brie literally shivered as she watched him slide it off, then unbutton his shirt.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?”

“I want to please you so badly, Sir.”

He smiled. “Orgasming multiple times wasn’t enough for you?”

“Not when you couldn’t join in the fun.”

“Come, then, and show me the level of your desperation.”

Having his permission, Brie held nothing back as she pushed him against the wall, struggling to undo his pants. Sir lifted her chin and kissed her forcefully as she tugged on his boxers, releasing his cock from its confinement.

She fell to her knees and grasped his shaft in her hand, gratefully wrapping her lips around it as she began to bob up and down on his cock.

Sir was a bundle of tense muscles and she could feel him shuddering as she released her passion on his manhood.

“Brie…”

She looked up at him, his shaft still in her mouth.

“Slower.”

She smiled as she released his cock and nibbled and licked up the side of it and back down. She took his balls in her mouth one at a time and sucked lightly, before grazing the length of his shaft with her teeth.

His growl of lust made her pussy even wetter. She opened her mouth and took the fullness of him down her throat, but he pulled her back. “No, we’re not going there tonight. On the bed, all fours.”

He pulled her up and pushed her towards the bed. She presented herself to him, knowing her pussy was wet and swollen with need. She didn’t look back, waiting for him to take her, wondering if Sir had forgotten his vow in his desire for satisfaction.

He grasped her ass with his powerful hands, bruising her flesh as he ripped the vibrator from her. But he suddenly stopped, growling to himself. “Fuck!”

She heard Sir frantically rummaging through his suitcase. “Where is it, damn it?” When she moved to get up to help, he commanded, “Stay there—don’t you dare move.”

Brie returned to her position, arching her back just a little more to entice him. He murmured his approval. “Very nice. Play with yourself while you wait for me.”

Soon she heard the slippery sound of lubricant and smiled to herself. He was not breaking his vow, but she was grateful he would be fucking her deeply. He played with her ass using his thumbs, spreading her cheeks apart to admire the pink rosette that would soon take the length of him.

Sir sucked in his breath as he pressed the head of his cock against the tight muscles of her sphincter. Her burning desire for him was sated as he slowly slipped inside. “I love watching your ass take my shaft.”

Brie closed her eyes as he pulled out only to push in again. “Master, I love the feeling of possession it evokes.”

He thrust deeper. “Then feel the fullness of my possession.”

When Brie cried out, Sir covered her mouth and warned, “We’re not at home, babygirl.”

He kept his hand on her mouth as he ramped up his thrusting. Brie’s muffled moans filled the bedroom as Sir made demands on her body. He fucked her hard, being completely selfish in his taking of her, and Brie savored it.

When he let out a low, guttural cry, Brie felt Sir stiffen as he filled her ass with his seed. He collapsed on top of her afterwards, panting, “I needed that more than you know.”

She turned her head and smiled. “I did too, Sir, more than you know.”

He kissed her on the lips and lifted himself off, lying down beside her. “This separation may be harder than I anticipated.” He tenderly caressed her face. “Damn, I will miss you.”

A tear rolled down her cheek as she nodded in agreement.

“Only two more months,” he reminded her.

“Two months.”

“And then I’ll make my fucking count.”

Brie burst into giggles and hugged him.

The Donor

B
rie sighed heavily the next day when the moment came to say goodbye at the security line.

“Keep in mind your purpose, Brie. You’re exactly what Mr. Wallace needs right now. Trust your instincts. Others have caved under the weight of his situation, but you know him better than most and you understand what he has to live for.”

“I won’t forget that, Sir, no matter how difficult it gets.”

“As for me, I hope for a quick resolution with Lilly concerning my mother, but that is probably wishful thinking on my part. It’ll be a shock when she sees the Beast, and there’s that whole process of letting go…”

“How long do you think you’ll be there?”

“I’m hoping not more than a week. However, if she decides to end her life, I’m afraid we’ll be there much longer while she comes to terms with that choice.”

“I don’t know which I should hope for, Sir.”

“I would prefer to end her life, no matter how long it takes. This holding on when she’s already gone has been torture for me. I don’t wish that on Lilly.” Sir looked at his watch. “I need to go.”

“I know,” Brie choked out, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the tears.

Sir wiped them away. “No crying, babygirl. Be strong. At night, when you are alone and your thoughts are with me,
then
you can cry freely into your pillow. Connect with me whenever you feel sad and I will be your comfort.”

She nodded, lowering her head so he wouldn’t see her tears. Sir lifted her chin and kissed the remaining ones away. “Enough,” he whispered. His gentle attention and feather-light kisses made her smile, despite her sorrow. “That’s better, babygirl.”

More for herself than for him, she declared, “I will not fail, Sir.”

“I have no doubt you will succeed and you have others here you can lean on, but remember I am your man—the rock you can count on. I don’t want anyone else playing that role for you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“While waiting to pick up the donor, I want you to eat something. I noticed you didn’t touch your food this morning.”

She laughed sadly. “I never feel hungry the day you leave.”

“Nevertheless, you will eat now, and I expect you to continue to eat three meals a day while I’m gone—whether you’re hungry or not. Agreed?”

She nodded, loving him all the more for caring so much.

Brie watched Sir go, comforting herself with the thought that she could cry later that night. She waited until he’d disappeared down the escalator to the underground transport train before she made her way to the food court. Even though the thought of eating made her nauseous, she dutifully bought a salad and ate it with the plastic fork provided. She stared at the instrument afterwards, imagining Sir raking it down her back like a Wartenberg wheel. It made her smile, so she stuffed the utensil in her purse.

She felt a sense of renewed confidence, certain she would prove worthy of Sir’s faith in her. The sobering fact was Faelan could not afford her to fail.

When the time came, Brie headed toward the exit area for the arriving passengers and waited nervously for the donor. Sir hadn’t told her what he looked like, so she was counting on the fact that he would recognize her. Every time a new group of people emerged from the underground station, she searched their faces, hoping to see a spark of recognition.

Two young children, who were waiting for their father’s plane to arrive, started running in circles around Brie out of sheer boredom. The little boy accidentally bumped into her, causing Brie to stumble where she stood. He looked up at her in alarm and then ran behind his mother for protection.

“Tell the nice lady you’re sorry for running into her,” his mother demanded.

The little boy shook his head.

Pulling him from behind her, the mother said in a harsher tone, “Do it,
now.
”

Brie felt sorry for the boy and knelt down, saying, “It’s okay. I was getting bored too.”

The boy smiled, his ears turning a shade of pink, before he darted behind his mother again.