Brie Discerns Master's Heart (After Graduation, #6) (8 page)

After he had swallowed the bite, his lips came back down and he sucked on her sensitive nipple. Brie wanted to press herself against his mouth, but stayed completely still so as to not disturb his feast. Sir continued his leisurely tasting, teasing her mercilessly as he went.

To Brie’s mortification, partway through his meal her stomach gave a long, thunderous growl. Sir chuckled.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment under the silk.
Why now?

Sir undid the tie of the hood and uncovered her mouth. He kissed her on the lips before placing a piece of sushi into her mouth. Brie chewed it gratefully, hoping it would quiet her stomach’s noisy protests.

She started to say, “Thank y—” but Sir put his finger to her lips, signifying that speaking was not allowed.

He kissed her again and gave her two more pieces before tying the hood back in place and finishing his meal. Her entire body was tingling by the time he was done.

Sir left the bed and she soon heard soft violin music fill the air. Brie wondered if it was a recording of his father’s playing. The music was hauntingly beautiful and infused with raw emotion.

He returned to her side, running his hands over her body and leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers touched. They finally rested on her panties. He felt her mound beneath the wet lace and groaned.

Brie’s pussy answered by pulsing against his hand. Sir gave a low growl as he literally ripped the panties from her body. Now she was completely exposed to her Master—tied, hooded, and cuffed for his pleasure.

Instead of moving between her legs and taking her like she’d expected, Sir lay beside Brie and played with her pussy. He began by teasing her clit first, getting her wet and desperate. Then he pushed two fingers inside and began caressing her G-spot.

Brie threw back her head and moaned as he made her loins contract in pleasure from the direct stimulation. He had played with her that way many times before, and her body responded by slowly building up to an intense orgasm.

That was when Sir changed tactics.

He repositioned himself and slipped his fingers back inside her velvety depths, this time pumping his hand at a vigorous rate. Brie was taken by surprise by the ferocity of it.

She moaned and began squirming as the slow buildup suddenly became an inferno of intensity. So intense, in fact, that she began to subconsciously fight against it.

Sir did not let up. His fingers rubbed against her G-spot at that alarming speed. Brie fought against her bonds harder, trying to get away. But without a means of escape, there was only one viable choice for her.

She commanded herself to let go. Brie consciously stilled her body and mind to accept his passionate invasion.

As soon as she did, a chill went through her as her pussy contracted in violent pleasure, and a literal gush of wetness burst from her. Brie cried out in surprise at her watery release.

Sir’s fingers left her and she heard him suck them as he tasted her wet climax. “Good girl. Let’s try that again.”

Brie was a slippery mess when he inserted his fingers back inside her still-quivering mound and began pumping again. She arched her back to better allow the aggressive stimulation.

For a second time, she felt the intense buildup. “Oh, Master!” she screamed as a second powerful orgasm claimed her. Liquid flowed from her, splashing droplets everywhere.

“What is that?” she whispered from beneath the hood.

“It’s your female ejaculation, my dear,” he answered, kissing her through the silk. “And I must say, it tastes as sweet as rain.”

He moved down to her pussy and started to eat her.

Brie was unsure if she could take further stimulation. “Please, Master. No.”

“No is not an option, babygirl.”

Sir swirled his tongue over her clit and growled when she tried to struggle. Brie instantly became still.

He licked her clit in a long, hard, rhythmic manner. Brie could imagine Sir’s cock thrusting into her as it brushed against her clit instead of his tongue. It didn’t take long before her pussy began twitching with a need for sexual release.

This kind of climax was familiar and comforting to her. She began mewing as his expert tongue brought her to the edge. She willingly gave in to the waves of pleasure, easily coming for her Master.

After the last wave had dissipated, he climbed on top of her and thrust his cock into her wet, overly sensitive pussy. The head of his shaft rubbed against her extremely swollen G-spot with concentrated abandon. This time she did not resist the stimulation, wanting to come around his cock.

Brie let out a loud, passionate scream when she washed his rigid shaft in yet another watery orgasm. Sir answered her by coming deep inside her pussy, the mixing of their essences complete.

“Sir… Sir…” Brie whimpered afterwards, overwhelmed by the experience and finding the darkness of the hood unsettling.

He immediately removed it and smiled down at her. “I’m right here, Brie.”

She looked into his eyes in wonder. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

“I was curious how you would respond to it. It requires a loss of control on a level that many women, even devoted subs, find difficult.” He lifted himself off her and slid his hand down between her legs. “I love how slippery sweet you are. I have acquired a taste for you and will be demanding a sample whenever the urge strikes, téa.”

Brie trembled at the thought.

Sir was releasing her from the restraints when the violin in the background began to play an achingly poignant melody. He stripped off the bedcover before lying down beside her and closing his eyes.

With pride in his voice, Sir confided, “My father used to play this song for me. He laid out all his emotions whenever he played, holding nothing back…”

It was so beautiful that a tear fell down Brie’s cheek as she listened. “I can feel it, Sir. It’s as if he is speaking to me through his violin.”

Sir opened his eyes and gazed at her, finally nodding in response when tears welled up in his eyes.

Brie cuddled up next to him and they lay there, listening to his father speak through the song. The life and vitality Brie found in the touching piece belied that fact that his father was no longer living.

The ache in her heart grew when the song became lighthearted in nature. She could just imagine his father playing with Sir as a little boy. The love and passion in the music hinted at the beautiful relationship they must have had. Brie wasn’t sure how Sir was able to listen to it without falling apart.

Once it returned to the hauntingly sad melody, she felt Sir’s chest rise and fall in jerky movements and knew he was silently crying. She cried along with him, choking back the sobs as she soaked his shirt with her tears.

Brie instinctively knew there was healing to be gained from his painful release…

Wicked Game

B
rie spent every waking hour working on her film the week before she was to present her documentary to Mr. Holloway. This was her last chance with the producer—either he would be satisfied with her changes, or he would withdraw his interest and she would have to start from square one, trying to find someone to take on her project.

There was no way Brie was going to let that happen.

Sir supported Brie in her work, demanding little from her as she poured her soul into the documentary. Not only did he take care of all the meals, but he handled her laundry. It made Brie extremely uncomfortable to see him take over tasks that were hers alone, but when she attempted to help, he reprimanded her harshly.

“Brie, you are disobeying a direct order. I do not want to see you do anything else until that documentary is complete. Do you understand me?”

Brie answered with a miserable, “Yes,” frustrated that she was not only failing to care for her Master, but she had managed to disobey him in the process.

While she worked tirelessly on her project, Sir concentrated on coordinating his business in Russia while still meeting the needs of his American clientele. It kept him busy, but he still made time to visit Master Anderson on a daily basis.

It gave Brie nervous butterflies every time he left. The daily visits meant that Sir was taking his lessons seriously, and soon she would be feeling the sting of his newfound expertise.

Just before he was about to leave for another lesson, the doorbell rang. No one ever visited Sir without prior arrangement. Brie ran to the bedroom to throw something on as Sir went to answer the door.

She was worried it was bad news, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Mr. Reynolds, Sir’s uncle.

“Good to see you, Unc,” Sir said, giving him a more heartfelt hug than normal before inviting him in. Mr. Reynolds smiled when he saw Brie, but his reserved manner let her know something was up. She immediately joined Sir on the couch.

“To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?” Sir asked pensively, picking up on Mr. Reynolds’ unusual demeanor.

“I have been visited by…” He paused, as if unwilling to even say her name out loud in front of Sir.

“The beast?” Sir answered for him.

Mr. Reynolds let out a long, anguished sigh and simply nodded.

“What did she want?”

Mr. Reynolds sounded as if he was in pain when he replied, “I’m sorry, Thane.”

Sir’s voice became tense. “Sorry for what?”

“She’s determined to see you.”

Sir snarled. “You know I don’t care what she wants. I refuse to speak to a woman who is dead to me.”

Mr. Reynolds looked at him with an expression Brie could not read. “I would do anything to protect you, but she’s crazy.”

“Did she threaten you?” Sir asked with an eerie calmness, as if it had happened before.

“I’m not worried about us. Thane, I came to warn you. Ruth is determined to see you, no matter the cost.”

“Did she say what she wants?”

“No. I tried to get it out of her to spare you, but she was closed-mouthed about it. Claimed it’s a matter of life and death.”

Sir growled angrily. “There is nothing she can say that I want to hear.” He stood up and started pacing in front of window that overlooked the city. “I want her out of my life, once and for all!”

Mr. Reynolds closed his eyes and groaned. “I know, Thane… I’m sorry for this. For all of it.”

Sir snapped, “It is not your fault!” He recovered his inner calm before continuing, “This has no reflection on you. What is imperative is that we eliminate the problem before she can cause any further damage.”

“How can I help?”

“All I ask is that you do not engage her again. Call the cops if you have to, but do not give her an audience. As long as we present a united front, all her conniving will be for naught.”

Mr. Reynolds looked ill when he told Sir, “The reason I came straight over is that she threatened to head to the school next.”

“The security staff has been apprised of the situation. They will be on the lookout for her. Do not concern yourself.”

Mr. Reynolds said with confidence, “Thane, she will not go quietly.”

“Fuck!” Sir began pacing again. Brie could feel the tension in the room rising to dangerous levels. “She will not ruin my life again. I will
not
allow it!”