Brie's Christmas Pearls (Submissive in Love, #3) (8 page)

He took her hand and moved it down to his crotch so she could feel his growing erection. She swallowed nervously, shocked that she was really going let a stranger fuck her but excited by the prospect at the same time.

She bit her lip in concentration as she caressed and squeezed his hard cock while his hand traveled to her ass and cupped her butt cheek. “I think we need you out of these clothes.”

She quickly ripped off her shirt and removed her bra, tossing them onto the nightstand. He pushed her down gently and unbuttoned her jeans, slowly pulling them off along with her panties. Then he stared at her.

She shivered under his admiring gaze, unused to such attention. When she tried to cover herself, he slowly shook his head. She couldn’t help smiling as she relaxed her arms and let him stare at her body.

This perfect man lay with her again, nibbling her ear as he grabbed her ass. “There’s something about untouched territory that is so damn sexy to me.”

She stiffened in his arms when she felt him lightly rim her anus with his finger. Brie vividly remembered when Sir had taken her that first time. She’d been fearful but too turned on to deny him. That moment when his cock had breached her virginal ass was something she’d never forgotten. And now she was getting to relive it again—with Sir.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered.

Just him saying that made her heart race.

He slowly turned her over onto her stomach and proceeded to caress her bare bottom. “Such a perfect ass. The shape, the feel of it in my hands…”

She moaned into her pillow again, still anxious but charmed by his praise.

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, exploring her mouth with his tongue as his fingers caressed and teased her pussy which was getting wetter by the second. He rubbed against her clit, increasing her excitement, and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he moved his hand lower, pressing his finger against her tight rosette.

She gasped softly, her body resisting the invitation as his finger slowly slipped inside. The feel of it was totally foreign, naughty and unsettling.

She froze.

His kisses became more passionate as he distracted her with his tongue while his finger sought even deeper access.

“Relax…” He took her by the waist and rolled her on top of him, continuing the deep kisses as his hands traveled back to finger her ass.

She gazed into his eyes as they kissed. His eyes called to her, urging her to submit to his need. Although she wanted to know the feel of a man inside her in this extremely intimate way, the truth was, she also wanted to be possessed, to abandon herself to his carnal needs.

Between kisses, she whispered, “I’m yours.”

He grunted in response, rolling her back onto the bed so he could unbutton his pants. He removed his clothes, throwing them off the bed.

She couldn’t help staring at the stranger before her. The hair on his well-built chest complemented the dark pubic hair that framed the most handsome cock she’d even seen. If a girl was going to give away her virginity, that cock was definitely worthy to take it.

“Where’s your lubricant?”

She blushed. The question made what they were about to do that much more real. She giggled nervously, pointing to the nightstand.

He reached over and opened the drawer to retrieve it. “Give me your hand.”

She held it out for him and he squeezed a coin-sized amount into her palm. He then pressed her hand to his cock. “Rub it all over.”

Her heart skipped a beat when she touched his naked shaft for the first time. It was rock hard, but the head was smooth and kissable. Before she covered it in lubricant, Brie leaned over and kissed the tip. It twitched in response, obviously liking the attention.

She wrapped her hand around the length of his cock and began an up-and-down motion as she coated him with the slippery substance. He placed his hand over hers and forced her to squeeze harder. “Like that,” he instructed.

It was so sexy being directed how to please him. Normally guys left her guessing and she could only hope she was doing a good enough job.

He took his hand away from her and watched as she continued to stroke him, covering the head of his shaft all the way down to the base with the clear, odorless gel. After she was done, he put a small amount on two of his own fingers. He rubbed the gel between them with his thumb, then scooted next to her, reaching around to play with her ass.

She bit her lip as he coated the outside of her sensitive area with the lube, then slipped his finger back inside. Just like the first time, her body resisted the infiltration. He kissed her again, his probing tongue demanding her full attention. Tingles of fear coursed through her as he pushed a second finger inside her, stretching her taut muscles.

“Oh God, your ass is tight,” he growled lustfully.

She whimpered into his mouth, aroused by this naughty thing they were doing. Knowing how excited and turned on he was made the act that much more thrilling.

Her loins contracted with fearful pleasure when he instructed her to get on her hands and knees. She did as he asked, but it felt surreal when she felt the bed shift as he positioned himself behind her, grabbing onto her hips.

“No other man will feel what I am about to feel.”

She let out a nervous sigh. He was right. She was giving this stranger a part of herself no one else had known. It was both thrilling and disconcerting. He massaged her ass with both hands, relaxing her body as he prolonged the moment of penetration. She stiffened when she felt his cock in the valley of her ass cheeks.

Brie didn’t realize she’d stopped breathing until he said, “Don’t hold your breath. It tenses the body.”

She let out her breath. “Sorry.”

“I can empathize—this is a singular moment.”

He wrapped one hand around her throat and pulled her head back to kiss her, pressing his hard shaft against her taut hole.

She cried out when her body opened for him and his cock slipped into her ass. “Nice,” he murmured as he gently thrust.

Brie closed her eyes, concentrating on the fullness of his shaft. It felt completely different from being taken vaginally. The sensitivity and tightness was exhilarating, but she was unsure how much of his cock she could take.

“Please be gentle.”

“Of course,” he assured her as he tightened his grip on her throat, “but I am taking all of you tonight.”

A feeling of reckless abandon washed over her.

He was in control.

She lifted her chin towards him and was rewarded with the feel of his warm lips on hers. His thrusting became more pronounced as his shaft pushed farther in, stretching her achingly. The guttural noises he made as he fucked her turned her on even more.

Of all the men she’d known, he was the first to make her feel this way—wicked and dangerously sexy.

He let go of her throat, placing his hands on her waist for more leverage. His thrusts became even deeper, demanding she relax to take all of him, but he kept the rhythm slow and easy. It was as if he were making love to her.

She soaked in the sensations, embracing the resistance, the deepness of his penetration and the feeling of utter possession. She was
his
in that moment.

Brie looked back and watched Sir as he fucked her ass, a look of impassioned hunger on his face. She wondered what he was thinking, what he was playing out in his mind as he took her.

“You’re so tight, I don’t think I can last much longer,” he announced.

Knowing her body was such a turn-on to him heightened her own arousal and she wasn’t ready for it to end. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

He lowered himself, wrapping his arms around her as he grunted into her ear. “I want you to come for me.”

She whimpered as he changed the angle of thrust and hit a new area of stimulation. It slowly built as he rolled his hips in measured, rhythmic motions.

The feeling soon became overwhelming, but she fought against it, wanting her climax to build until it exploded with power. That was when he bit her neck and all reason left.

She arched her back, inviting deeper access as her body convulsed with delicious release. He murmured huskily, “That’s it, virgin, come for me.”

She was speechless, her whole body shuddering after the climax had passed, completely spent by the passion and emotion behind the act.

“And now it’s my turn…”

He lifted himself and placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing his shaft so deep inside her that she gasped.

“My come is going to bathe your virginal ass.”

She held her breath so she wouldn’t miss a second of the experience. He didn’t move a muscle as he orgasmed. Brie felt the pulsing of his manhood and the rhythmic release of his warm seed inside her.

Sir’s low, subtle cries of passion took her back to their first night together—the night he’d claimed her anal virginity and her heart. The night he’d exposed that vulnerable side of himself for the briefest of moments.

As he lowered himself onto her now, with his shaft still buried deep inside her, Brie reflected on how far they’d come. Sir nuzzled her neck, wrapping his arms back around her to hold her tight.

Condors forever…

Magic in the Air

E
ven though it didn’t feel like Christmas, with sunshine and warm weather, Brie couldn’t wait to celebrate her first Christmas with Sir.

“I just love Christmas, Sir! All the decorations, the cookies, the Christmas carols…stockings hung on the mantel, wrapped presents with bows, all made complete with a twinkling tree.” She sighed contentedly. “Nothing beats the magic of Christmas.”

He looked at her somberly. “I hate to tell you this, Brie, but I don’t do Christmas.”

Her smile faltered. “What do you mean you don’t
do
Christmas?”

“The holiday is meant for children. I put away childish things long ago.”

She tried to hide her extreme disappointment. “Not even a tree?”

“No. Look around this place. A dying tree would only disrupt the aesthetics of our home.”

Even though she preferred real trees, she offered, “Why don’t we get an artificial one? That way it won’t drop needles on the marble.”

“That’s not the point. It would be an eyesore.”

She could tell by the tone of his voice that he would not entertain a tree. “Can I at least hang up twinkling lights?”

“Brie,” he glanced around the apartment for emphasis, “Christmas lights would take away from the calm serenity I have created here. I prefer things the way they are.”

Her hopes dashed, she replied unenthusiastically. “Only if it pleases you, Sir.”

Sir put his hand on her head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I prefer to work through the holidays. It gives me an edge over the competition. While others take off two weeks at the end of the year, I burn the night oil. I suggest you do the same.”

She sighed in resignation. “I can see how it’s a sensible choice, Sir, but it doesn’t seem very…fun.”

“Life isn’t all fun and games, babygirl. Surely you understand that.”

“I do,” she said in a lackluster voice.

“Do I need to remind you that you partnered with a man, not a little boy?”

She looked up into his magnetic eyes and smiled boldly, unwilling to give up. “Still, Sir, I would like to get to know that little boy.”

He shook his head. “That boy died long ago. Best if you get that notion out of your head right now.”

“What about a candle, Sir?” she pressed.

He glared, but she met his gaze bravely. Finally he rolled his eyes. “Fine. One candle—pine scented so you can satisfy your need for a tree.”

Brie felt a sense of victory, but hid it by lowering her head and stating humbly, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Bah, humbug.” He retired to his desk, but she detected a hint of amusement in his voice.

Brie was grateful that Sir was allowing her the small privilege of a candle. It gave her hope that he would not be angry when she presented him with her Christmas present. Whether he
did
Christmas or not, giving a present on Christmas morning was important to her. More than he could ever know.