Brie’s Denver Desires (Submissive in Love, #2) (7 page)

Brie put it down and picked up her pen, grateful there was no time constraint as she began to write her fantasy.

“Stop. Step away from her.”

The priest moves away from me. The relief on his face would be insulting, but I understand it. He’s grateful that he will not have to break his vows to prove his loyalty to the King. I am relieved as well, pleased to have my virginity still intact.

“Girl.”

The men holding me down release my wrists. I get up slowly, straightening my skirt with shaking hands.

“Retire to my room. I will partake of you later.”

I bow to my King, honored to have been granted such a privilege. I glance up to see the proud look on my father’s face.

I’m escorted from the great hall and led through the castle. All the splendor and wealth displayed on the walls gives me hope. Surely after tonight the King will forgive our family’s debt.

The guards lead me to a section of the castle that few are allowed to enter. The King’s room is covered in large, intricate tapestries depicting his many battles over the years. I look around, flattered that my virginity will be given to such a great man.

The next few hours are spent with attendants as they ready me for the King. After a thorough bath and cleaning, I am covered in sweet-smelling perfume. My hair is curled and tied up into a traditional bun, which signifies my virginal status.

I’m then dressed in a white, gossamer gown. The thin material lightly brushes against my nipples as it slides down and settles into place. I feel like a princess, a beautiful princess about to be taken by her King.

Two men enter the King’s chamber. “So this is the one?” the younger of the two asks.

“Yes.”

“A virgin?”

“That is what she claims,” the other replies.

“I’m required to check.” When the young one approaches, I freeze. “I will not hurt you, child,” he says reassuringly as his hand disappears under my gown. I stiffen when I feel his finger press against my mound. “Open your legs, girl.”

I look to the other man, and he nods. I move my feet apart and gasp as his finger presses against my tiny opening.

“By God, she’s tight”. He switches fingers, penetrating me with his pinky. It is the first time I have ever felt such invasion and I whimper with discomfort.

“You break that hymen and it’ll be your head,” the other man growls.

The first man removes his finger and looks hungrily at me. “I would love to watch this one lose her virginity.”

“You can, for a price,” the other states proudly.

“How?”

“The risk is considerable, but it can be done.”

The man looks me over again. “I’ll pay it, whatever the cost. I want to hear her scream.”

I ignore the two men, disgusted by their behavior. However, they have foolishly given me valuable information. Should the King prove ungenerous, I can blackmail them to guarantee my family’s survival.

“It’ll be worth the considerable price. The King has particular tastes when it comes to virgins.”

Two other girls enter the room upon his words, followed by an imposing eunuch. They are dressed in the same white gown as I.

The older male smiles lewdly when he tells his partner, “Our Majesty likes to take them three at a time.”

The eunuch holds rope in his hand. He takes the wrists of the girl closest to him and ties her hands together before guiding her to the giant bed. We all watch as he orders her to kneel on the edge of it. He makes quick work of binding her so her legs are spread and her arms secure.

He motions to the other girl. She glides over to the bed and willingly offers her hands to him. He grunts in satisfaction as he trusses the second girl beside the first. He looks up at me next, holding up the last of the rope.

My heart races as I approach, knowing there is no escape once I am bound. I glance briefly at the door but know my choice is already made.

I hold up my wrists. My heart skips a beat as he wraps them in the rope, then directs me to kneel on the bed like the other girls. With competent hands he spreads my legs and binds them, securing me to the frame of the bed. I struggle in my bonds, testing their strength.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” the eunuch informs me arrogantly.

All three men exit, leaving us young girls alone in the room. The other two are as silent as I am, probably contemplating what the night ahead holds for us. I’m frightened knowing I will no longer be innocent after tonight, but another part of me is eager to become a woman in the arms of my King.

However, I jump like a scared rabbit when I hear his voice just outside the door. He enters and chuckles to himself. I hear the swish of fabric as he is undressed by his man servant, who then leaves.

We are now alone with the King…

I watch as he ties a gag over the mouth of the virgin farthest away from me. The other girl and I tense as we watch through hooded eyes as our King places his hands on her buttocks. My view is obstructed, but based on the girl’s moans, our King has an impressive cock.

Her muffled cry announces her entrance into womanhood.

I tremble as I listen to our King’s grunts as he thrusts into her. I have guarded my maidenhead diligently to ensure my future, but now I will be giving it away to my King.

He pulls out and moves to the next girl. Another sash comes out and he gags her. This girl whimpers when he starts pressing into her. He slaps her ass hard, the sound of it echoing through the expansive room. “Quiet.”

She closes her eyes and is completely silent when he begins to thrust. He growls with passion. “Move with me.”

My King groans in satisfaction as he takes her more deeply. I cannot stop shaking, knowing my turn is approaching. In a few moments I will be a woman in every sense of the word.

I gasp involuntarily when he pulls out of her and grabs my ass.

“Desperate for your King, are you?”

I nod, surprised when he does not gag me like the others.

“You have not been raised for this. I shall savor your maidenhead that much more.”

I look back at him, becoming entranced by his lustful stare. Being desired by a man is a new and intoxicating experience for me and I am no longer resentful of my father—I want my King to have my virginity for purely selfish reasons.

I cry out in pleasure when he undoes my bun and lets my long hair fall over my back. Then he wraps his hand in my silky curls and pulls my head back. I feel his hard shaft pressing against my tight opening, and whimper in fear and excitement.

“Remember this night, girl.”

I start to pant as he begins to force himself inside me. My body is resistant even though I desperately want to feel the fullness of him. I push against his shaft, hoping to break through my virginal resistance, but he slaps my ass.

“Stay still.”

I do not move and my whole world expands as I relax and allow his Kingly shaft to open me up. The pain is replaced with wonder when he begins to stroke me with his manhood. Nothing else exists but the two of us as I experience this wondrous connection.

I close my eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his shaft forcing itself deeper into me. Oh, this feeling…to be utterly possessed.

I’m saddened when he pulls out, and I protest, “Please, my King.”

He sounds amused. “Are you begging for more, girl?” Slapping my ass again, he replies, “I have already taken your virginity—what else of value do you have?”

“I would give you anything, my King,” I answer as he bends down and bites my shoulder, his rigid shaft pressing against me.

“Anything?”

“Yes,” I agree breathlessly.

He takes his manhood in his hand and repositions it against my forbidden hole.

I can’t breathe, taken by complete surprise.

“Are you still as willing?” he challenges.

I’m shocked when I answer, “Yes, my King.”

He covers my mouth with one hand, while he grabs my ass with the other. This possession will not be like the first.

“Give in to me, girl. Don’t resist,” he demands.

Although I am scared, I imagine his shaft deep inside me and my body responds favorably. The round head of his cock breaches my entrance and I groan into his hand. My ass aches as I take his length.

My breath comes in gasps when he begins to move inside me. I feel dirty and yet delightfully wicked being taken this way. His muscles churn as he forces himself farther into my darkness.

I am now completely and utterly His.

Brie put down the pen and sighed with unreleased need. She wondered what Sir would think when he read the return of the King. She flipped through the pages again, noting that this fantasy was much longer than the others. Having been given unlimited time, she’d been able to fully detail her fantasy while still leaving her Master leeway to take it where he desired.

What would Sir do with this particular fantasy? It had elements of Lea’s birthday gift with the addition of other girls, plus it continued the Khan fantasy he’d played out with her
and
included one of his favorite pastimes—her ass.

Brie kissed her journal before slipping it into the overnight envelope. Although she was grateful for the connection that writing the journal gave her, it also made her miss Sir even more.

She decided that must be the life of a condor—that continuous longing and need for the other. While some might see it as a weakness, she saw it as part of their strength. When they were separated, they were still strengthened by the knowledge that the other was thinking of them and impatient to reunite. Then when they finally came back together, the intensity of the union seemed that much more powerful.

Brie hugged the package one more time before dropping it into the mailbox. She felt a thrill of excitement knowing her journal was headed off to her Master.

Fun with the Neighbors

B
rie had no idea what Master Anderson had planned for the day, so she dressed casually but with a stylish flair. She was still applying her makeup when she heard his call.

“Come out here, young Brie.”

She hurried into the great room and saw that he was in the kitchen, already cooking them something for breakfast. He looked up and smiled charmingly. “Sleep well?”

She frowned momentarily, thinking back on her dream. “I woke up from a bad dream this morning, but overall I had a very restful sleep.”

He directed her to a stool at the counter so she could watch while he cooked. His hands moved with grace and speed as he cut vegetables and added them to the omelet.

At least there was someone else who could appreciate the complexity of a good omelet.

Master Anderson moved around his kitchen with the skill and precision he brought to a session with the bullwhip. Brie would have bet that if she blindfolded him, he would still have no problem navigating the kitchen as he cooked the meal.

In no time, he slid a perfectly cooked omelet onto a plate and placed it in front of Brie. He handed her a fork, telling her, “Please eat while it’s still hot.”

She cut into his omelet of perfection and brought it to her lips, blowing lightly before taking a bite. Brie sighed. It was impossibly fluffy and light, a texture she’d never been able to achieve herself. “Wow, Master Anderson. Just, wow…”

He assembled his own omelet with flair and sat next to her. “I like to start the day with eggs. Nature’s perfect protein.”