Brie wondered if Sir was thinking about her as he went about his business. Was he secure in the knowledge that his newly acquired sub was obeying his command? That she was kneeling beside his sexy Tantra chair, earnestly awaiting his return?
Brie glanced around the room suddenly, wondering if Sir had cameras, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Why would he? This wasn’t the Training Center. Still, it helped to think that he was watching her remotely. It caused her to straighten her back more, keeping her lips supple and her body relaxed. Yes, that was how she would endure the wait—by pretending that even now Sir was secretly watching her, pleased with her level of commitment.
“I love you, Sir,” she whispered.
Brie’s heart skipped a beat when she finally heard the key turn in the lock hours later. Master’s back! She was embarrassed to admit to herself that she felt just like a little puppy eager to greet its owner.
Sir entered the apartment and placed her purse on the counter before going to the kitchen with several bags in his hands. He didn’t even glance her way as he walked by.
It was reminiscent of her objectification lesson and she actually felt an odd thrill. Brie waited patiently, although her stomach started growling when she heard him cutting up food in the kitchen.
Sir came out briefly and smiled. “Well done, téa.” His words of praise thrilled her overly much, forcing her to show great restraint to avoid grinning like a fool. He commanded smoothly, “You may stand and sit on the chair, legs spread for my pleasure.”
Brie choked on the groan that erupted from her lips when she tried to get up off the floor. The chain accentuated her lack of grace, making random clinking sounds as she struggled with her stiff limbs. Thankfully, Sir had returned to the kitchen and missed her graceless transfer from floor to chaise.
He returned soon after with a plate in his hand. Sir walked over and sat on the foot of the chair. “Before we eat, I want to hear what you’ve learned.”
Her heart raced as she voiced her answer, terrified she might be wrong. “I learned two lessons, Sir.”
“Go on,” he said, sounding surprised.
Brie suddenly panicked. Was it okay to learn more than one thing per lesson? Of course, she chided herself. “Sir, it is important for me to think like your submissive at all times, even when you are not beside me.”
Sir remained silent for a moment and then stated, “I would have assumed you already knew that, after six weeks of training.”
She looked at him self-consciously. “Sir, I knew it in my head, but I hadn’t lived it until now.”
He nodded. “Very well. What else did you learn?”
“The only thing I care about is pleasing you, to be worthy of your domination.”
“Answer me this. If pleasing me was your motivation this morning, what went wrong?”
Brie thought back on it. Her mistake had been to assume he wanted what she would cook, but it was more than that. She had wanted to show off her meager cooking skills. Why? To prove that she was good enough for him.
“I wanted you to be proud of me.”
“And why was that a problem?”
She looked down at the leather cuff around her ankle as she thought about it. “Because…” She stalled, and then suddenly it came to her. “In the end it had to do with stroking my own ego, not pleasing you, Sir.”
“Exactly,” he replied, holding up a bite-sized piece of green apple. “Open.”
Brie parted her lips and took the apple in her mouth, appreciating its sweet tartness.
He spoke while she chewed. “I am confident in my choice of sub, despite the fact the decision was thrust upon me last night. To doubt yourself is to doubt my choice, and that I will not tolerate.”
Sir had gifted her with a clear understanding. Even though she had chosen Sir at the collaring ceremony, the truth was it had been his choice to accept her as his submissive. In fact, he’d turned her down initially. She shuddered, remembering it, but the pain of that rejection was like a long-lost echo now.
The fact Sir cared enough to address her fear of inadequacy endeared him to her even more. Brie looked up at her Master, declaring with heartfelt conviction and a smidge of humor, “Sir, I will not doubt your fabulous choice of sub.”
His eyes softened as a smirk played at the corner of his lips. “I believe you are in need of another lesson.” Sir fed her another piece of apple and then took one for himself. “But this lesson is best done on an empty stomach.” He got up and placed the dish in the kitchen before coming back to her. He undid the chain around the leg of the chair and started down the hallway.
“Come, téa.”
A Little Restraint
Brie followed behind Sir, quivering in excitement. Having waited for him for hours, her body was revved up and ready for whatever he desired.
Sir led her into his bedroom, which was a stark contrast to the rest of the apartment. Whereas the color scheme of the rest of his place was dark and stylish, his bedroom was a sultry crimson with gothic accents of ironwork. It alluded to unspeakable acts of the sensual kind.
He proceeded to attach the chain to the leg of the bed. He then left her, disappearing into his closet before returning with several items in his hands. The one that grabbed Brie’s attention was the spreader bar.
Sir noticed her focusing on it and grinned. “Oh, yes, you will be quite restrained for this session. Feel free to call a safeword at any point, for I will not be asking.”
Brie’s knees shook. There was no doubt Sir was going to push her limits with him. The thought both excited and terrified her. Such an experienced Dom would be used to compliant, fearless subs.
He knows you, Brie, she reminded herself.
Sir knelt down at her feet and caressed her ankle before he attached the first cuff. She felt the fire begin. His touch was like an electrical storm, sending jolts of sensation upward.
“Spread your legs,” he said evenly.
Brie stared down at him as she moved to comply with his command. Sir wrapped his strong hand around her ankle to help her get the proper distance. She moaned softly as he buckled her into the cuff. Sir stood up with a satisfied look.
His eyes met hers and she caught her breath. The hunger she found in those eyes was overpowering. Sir laid out a large towel at the end of the bed and then picked her up. He placed her at the foot of the bed, pressing her stomach down onto the mattress. “Wrists.”
Brie put her wrists behind her. He quickly and adeptly bound them with cord. Sir then took a silk scarf and tied it over her eyes. Her whole body was trembling by then. He’d effectively subdued her, leaving her defenseless to his ravenous appetite.
“You are mine.”
“Yes, Master.”
He moved to the side of the bed and she heard the lighting of a match. The scent of sulfur wafted through the air. Then the sound of music filled the room, intense and beautiful. She felt the bed move as Sir leaned over and whispered in her ear, “A favorite composer of mine, Giuseppe Verdi.” Brie listened to the music, carried by the impassioned sound of violins. He moved to her other ear. “The opera is called La Traviata. A poignant tale of love and sacrifice. We must see it sometime.”
Brie was instantly transported back to their last opera, the night he had played the role of Khan. There in the theater he had played out her King fantasy, with another male acting as the priest. God, how she had wanted him that night, but she had been denied the pleasure. Now here she was, bound and blindfolded, about to be fucked by Master. His choice of music added a sense of sophistication and substance to the intense scene.
Sir stood behind her. “The oil will be warm.”
Brie instinctively jumped when she felt the first few warm drops fall on her skin, as he poured it over her lower back and down the crack of her ass. The oil was incredibly erotic as it rolled down and slowly trickled off her mound, one drip at a time. Then he began to rub the oil into her skin—first her back, then her buttocks, until Sir was concentrating all his a
ttention on her tight little hole.
“Deny me nothing,” he stated, slapping her ass resoundingly. Brie’s surprised squeal rivaled the high notes of the woman singing in the background.
He growled hoarsely, “I will hear your passion as I use you for my pleasure, téa.” He slapped her hard on the other cheek, causing another cry to escape her lips as she instinctively struggled to avoid the pain. The spreader bar kept her in place, her body helpless and open to his ravenous need.
The skin on her tender ass tingled as he changed tactics and played with her buttocks, lightly slapping and squeezing them—reacquainting her with the sensual power of his touch. She lay there, helpless and completely turned on.
Sir knew her, knew exactly how to make her body crave him.
His play stopped and then he left her again. She heard the sound of running water from the adjoining bathroom before he returned. Suddenly, Sir’s hand was between her legs, confirming her state of desire. “My goddess is dripping for her Master.”
“Most desperately, Master,” she agreed.
Brie soon heard the distinct sound of Sir liberally applying lubricant to his cock. Sir was silent as he coated the outside of her anus with gel and then eased more inside her tight hole. He made sure her ass was thoroughly prepared for the pounding she was about to receive. He separated her buttocks with his slippery hands and she felt the warm head of his shaft slip into the valley of her ass.
Sir’s cock rested against the entrance of her taut hole. He grabbed her hips and began pressing his thickness into her. Despite being willing, Brie’s body resisted his manly conquest—making the encounter that much more exhilarating.
In the past, Sir’s entering had been gentle but demanding. This time was different. He pressed into her with more force, slapping her ass lightly to weaken her resistance. “Give yourself to me,” he demanded. She consciously relaxed her inner muscles and cried out as his generous shaft opened her up, body and soul.
Sir used her hips to give him leverage, thrusting deeper into her ass while the music swirled around them. It was surreal, profound. When he was buried deep inside her, Sir grabbed her bound wrists and remained motionless, pressing even harder, forcing her to take all of him.
Brie’s body struggled to embrace the fullness of Sir. She gasped and then moaned as he began moving, slowly stroking her tight recesses with his impressive cock. “I remember when you struggled to take me halfway.”
Brie remembered their first encounter well. She’d had no idea then how forbidden their coupling had been. It hadn’t been until the next day, when she had almost been kicked out of the program and Sir had been asked to resign, that she’d understood the ramifications. It still amazed Brie that Sir had been willing to risk his career to be the one to take her anal virginity.
Had he suspected what the final outcome would be? Had that been his method of marking his potential mate? The possibility of it excited her.
“I love your cock, Master.”
“My cock loves your ass, téa.”
She purred, but soon cried out as Sir held her down more securely and fucked her hard. In an instant there was nothing but Sir’s cock powering into her ass. Master held nothing back as he dominated her with his formidable shaft.
Brie gasped, her face buried in the bedcovers as she desperately tried to hold on to reality. Her whole body began to tingle as it slowly moved to another level of awareness. When he slowed down and snaked his fingers below, rubbing her clit furiously, she could only gasp for air like a fish out of water.
“You are my instrument. Sing for me,” he stated. The violins sounded in the background as Sir pushed deep into her and brought her over the edge with his skillful manipulation. Brie suddenly found her voice and screamed out in ecstasy.
Before the last contraction had ended, he was pounding into her again. Her body was no longer hers, transformed into his instrument of pleasure. She began crying in pure joy, loving his hands clasped around her bound wrists, the restriction of the spreader bar, the opera music swimming in her head and his masterful cock that demanded everything of her.
He suddenly changed angles and she tensed. The head of his shaft began hammering her in a spot that made angels sing. She lost all connection with her surroundings as she felt her spirit floating upwards; exploding in pure rapture the moment Sir released his hot seed.
Brie slowly came back down to a light caress on her cheek. She opened her eyes and gazed straight into Sir’s, blinking several times. All her bindings had been removed and the music was now playing softly in the background, more like a whisper than a song. Sir was lying naked beside her.
“My pleasing little sub, how you do fly.”
She smiled and closed her eyes again, needing to concentrate on his touch. His soothing voice gently brought her back down to earth.
“I love you, babygirl.”
The Wolf Returns
Brie arrived at the tobacco shop early on Monday, but it seemed weird to her now and she actually blushed when she saw Mr. Reynolds. At her graduation ceremony, she’d found out he was Sir’s uncle, and he’d seen her bare-chested.
Thankfully, Mr. Reynolds did not behave differently. He nodded as he priced the tins of tobacco. “Good to see you, Brie.”
She walked up to him and smiled sadly, handing over her letter of resignation. “I’m sorry, Mr. Reynolds, but I am going to be moving on.”
He took her letter reluctantly. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”
Jeff came up from the back. “What? Are you quitting, Brie?”
Brie ignored him—she had no respect for the boy. However, Mr. Reynolds responded to his inquiry. “Yes, we are losing Miss Bennett in two weeks.”
“Fuck that. I quit.” Jeff walked out of the front door without another word.
Mr. Reynolds shrugged. “Well, he just made my job easier.”
Brie chuckled. It was true. Jeff had been a lazy employee who’d caused more problems than he was worth. “Will you get in trouble with the owner?” Brie asked, worried for her kind boss.
“I’ve wanted to fire the punk for a year. I can’t be blamed if he quits.”
“I’ll be happy to train two people for you, sir.”
He turned his head at the sound of the title she only meant informally. A smile suddenly spread across his face. “The two of you were certainly the talk of the evening after you left. I was told such a thing has never happened in the history of the Center. Are you still confident of your unorthodox choice?”
She grinned. “Yes, there is no doubt in my mind.”
“Good. Thane is a good man,” Mr. Reynolds said, sounding pleased. “You have balls of steel, young lady. My heart dropped when he said no.”
Brie shuddered. “That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but there was no other choice for me.”
Mr. Reynolds’ expression changed, and she noted sadness in his eyes. “Thane has had a difficult time opening up to people ever since…”
He stopped, so she finished his sentence. “Since his father’s suicide?”
Mr. Reynolds’ face became pale. “My brother-in-law’s death changed the boy, but walking in on it would change any man.”
Brie was shocked by the revelation. Sir hadn’t just seen his father’s body; he had been present when the man had died. It broke her heart.
She saw the raw grief in Mr. Reynolds’ eyes when he spoke. “The boy lost himself when Alonzo died. We took him in, but he was in too much pain and far too independent to accept our help. He petitioned for emancipation at age sixteen, and was granted it. I’ve tried to be there for him as much as he would allow.” Mr. Reynolds’ expression changed, as if he regretted what he’d said. “I’m sorry. It isn’t my place to talk about this. Forgive me.”
“It’s obvious everyone was hurt by it,” Brie offered. She found it odd that Mr. Reynolds hadn’t mentioned his own sister. What part, if any, had she played in what had happened?
His voice caught, the emotion hard for him
to contain. “It’s a damn shame. An extraordinary talent lost and a young man scarred for life.” He turned away and wiped his eyes before he looked at her again. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you’ve come into his life.”
She shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m the grateful one.”
“It’s good you feel that way, Brie. Thane is much like his father,” he paused and smiled sadly, “in that he is honorable to a fault.”
“Sir is an honorable man,” Brie agreed, returning his smile. “I’m thrilled he has chosen me to partner with.”
Mr. Reynolds wrapped one arm around her. “As much as I hate to lose you, I can’t think of a better reason.”
“At least I don’t have to say goodbye.” She gave him a tentative hug. “Now that I’m part of the family, Unc.”
“You are not allowed to call me that at work. Nepotism and all that.”
She nodded and stepped away. “I understand. I’m sorry, Mr. Reynolds. It won’t happen again.”
He laughed out loud. “I’m just kidding, Brie. We’re surrounded by nepotism here. Truly, I have never had an employee who worked as hard, or treated me with the respect you do.”
“I hope you are allowed to hire good people this time, Mr. Reynolds.”
He shook his head. “I doubt it. I’ve been told there are several nieces and nephews looking for jobs.”
“I’ll do my best to train them well, then.”
Mr. Reynolds chuckled. “You do that for me.”
She spent a pleasant morning at the shop, ringing up customers and stocking the shelves. At noon, her phone binged with a text. She took a quick glance and saw that it was Sir. As texting was not allowed at work, she asked for permission before answering it. “I know it’s against policy, Mr. Reynolds, but it’s Sir. I really need to take this.”
He smiled in understanding. “Yes, Brie. You have my permission to answer his texts only, just as long as customers are not present.”
She beamed at him. “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds!”