Brie Surrenders her Heart (After Graduation, #8) (7 page)

It involved lathering the branded area, carefully removing any discharge before rinsing off and patting the skin dry. Sir did it with such tenderness that it reminded Brie of an aftercare session, and she found that time they spent together pleasurable, which offset the pain.

The day Headmaster Coen gave them both a clean bill of health and declared the first stage of healing complete, Sir surprised Brie with a unique challenge as soon as they returned home.

He placed cuffs, rope, and a Wartenberg wheel on the table next to the Tantra chair and held out the blindfold. “Tonight, we switch roles.”

Brie felt butterflies as she took the blindfold from him. “I get to be in control, Sir?”

“Yes, téa.”

She looked up at her Master and asked, “Why?”

“As a Dominant, it is crucial to experience submission to understand the psychology behind the dynamic. I believe that for a submissive, it is equally important to understand the role of the Dominant.”

She glanced at the blindfold in her hand, her loins stirring at the thought.

Sir continued, “I am curious what you have learned and how you will use that knowledge tonight.”

Brie said confidently, “I have had only the best teachers, Sir. I am positive you will enjoy the experience.”

He leaned over and stroked her mound as he growled into her ear, “Dominate me.”

She groaned, her pussy moistening his fingers with her excitement. Brie pulled away and smiled wickedly as she gave her first instructions. “Remove your shirt and belt, as well as your socks and shoes. Lay them beside the chair neatly and kneel before me.”

He kept his eyes on her as he slowly followed her commands. She felt her stomach flutter when he lowered himself to the floor. Brie bit her lip as she put the silk blindfold over his eyes and tied it securely behind his head. She stepped back to admire this new view of her Master. He looked so manly and vulnerable, kneeling down before her with his naked chest and black blindfold.

“Ah, the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?” she purred.

A smile played across his lips. It pleased her greatly that he remembered that he’d used those words on her right after the collaring ceremony.

“I want you to lie on the Tantra chair, Sir, hands above your head.”

“On my back or stomach, téa?”

She’d forgotten to be specific in her instructions. “On your back, Sir.”

He stood up and felt for the lounger, lying down on it with masculine grace.

Brie bit her lip.
Where to begin?

She picked up the gold cuffs Rytsar had given her. Would he have ever expected they would be used in this way?

Probably not…

Brie grinned as she moved to the head of the Tantra chair, feeling incredibly wicked as she got ready to bind her Master. Brie’s heart raced as she tightened each cuff around one of his wrists. She watched him open and close his fists, getting used to the restriction. It was an unexpected turn-on for her.

Moving back to stand beside him, she carefully straddled the chair so that her pussy hovered just above his cock. “Don’t move, Sir…” she commanded before her lips landed on his hairy chest. She left a trail of kisses across his muscled torso, ending with a lick of his right nipple.

But his lips were irresistible, so she kissed her way up to them and claimed them for her own. She started off with light butterfly kisses and then nibbled on his bottom lip. His deep, passionate kisses called to her…but in true Dominant form, she denied her own pleasure to intensify his and pulled away.

“I know what I want,” she announced. Brie left the chair and went to the kitchen to get a large strawberry from the pantry. The thought of feeding it to Sir made her quiver inside.

Brie returned and straddled him again, this time pressing herself against his hardening cock. “Open your mouth, Sir.”

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?”

“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.”