Brie Faces her Master's Fears (After Graduation, #4) (9 page)

He entered the bedroom and quietly undressed before joining her in bed. “I assume you got no sleep.”

“No sleep, Sir.”

He pulled her to him in a spoon position. “We both need to rest. Close your eyes, téa.”

Sir offered no explanation, but just having him beside her, wanting her near, was enough to quell her questions for now. She did as he asked and closed her eyes, giving in to a troubled sleep.

It wasn’t until hours later that Sir stirred. Brie turned towards him and simply said, “Sir?”

He brushed her cheek lightly. “You said something, Brie…something my mother used to say to my father. You couldn’t have known. I do not blame you.”

She wanted to speak, but he put his finger to her lips.

“I told you once that I am undecided about fate. I do not know if your words are meant as a warning or a challenge to me.”

She shook her head in protest.

He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “I am taking it as a challenge. I have never dealt with my past. You are forcing me to face it straight on.”

When Sir took his finger from her lips, she told him, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sir.”

“I know. It was said in love, but what are the chances you would answer with her words?”

“I would
never
hurt you in that way, Sir,” she declared passionately.

“And that is where the quandary lies, for I am certain my mother would have said the same thing in the beginning.”

Brie was hurt that he was comparing her to his mother—hinting that she would end up betraying him. She tried to pull away, but Sir grasped her arm. “Brie, in my head I know you are not the same, but right now…” He let go then, and turned away from her.

With fear and trepidation, she asked, “Sir, what are you saying?”

Sir looked back at her, the expression on his face uncharacteristically open and unguarded. “Time. I need time, Brie.”

She caressed his masculine jaw, rough with stubble. Smiling through her tears, Brie answered, “Sir, we are condors. We have a lifetime to find our way.”

Animal Sex

S
ir made Brie stay at home when he left for the airport later that day. He claimed he didn’t want her to waste a single minute away from her project. “Look through what you already have that you can use to enhance your film. Decide what questions you want to ask both girls. You will need to be prepared before you approach Miss Wilson. You will also need to get permission from the Training Center for those extra shots the producer wanted. There is far too much for you to do to be wasting time at the airport seeing me off.”

She nodded her agreement, but deep down inside she felt he was running away from her.

The second the door shut, life seemed to leave the entire apartment. It felt as if a part of her soul had left with him.

“Pull yourself together, Brie. You’re not a weak-minded little girl who can’t exist without her man.” She spent the night going back over her documentary footage. She concentrated on Mary, wanting to see if there was anything she could pull from it. She came across the moment when Mary had broken down in front of the camera, demanding she turn it off. Brie had been in the middle of giving her a compliment. In an instant, Mary’s countenance had changed and she’d become hostile. Brie replayed it several times, zooming in on the girl’s face. She swore she could see a look of longing in Mary’s eyes, just before the walls came crashing down and the girl flipped out.

Maybe Sir was right. It was possible Mary was not a back-stabbing bitch. Well…not
only
a back-stabbing bitch.

As she was readying herself for bed, she was surprised to see the velvet box on the dresser. Curious, she opened it and gasped, clutching the sandy pearls to her chest. Sir had gone back for them…

She slipped under the covers wearing only the pearls. Unfortunately, the large bed only reminded her that he was gone. She curled up on his side of the bed and breathed in Sir’s smell on his pillow. It was comforting and helped her to fall asleep. Brie knew it would be a long week ahead without him, but she had been an independent person before. There was no reason she couldn’t survive—no,
thrive
—on her own.

She was sure the time apart would only help to make their reunion that much more passionate, if that were even possible.

He held out his hand and helped her out of the Mustang, then slammed the car door in his haste. She could feel the animal lust radiating from her Master. He wanted her, he
needed
her…

Brie trembled as she waited for him to unlock the door. She had a feeling he would be rough with her tonight. His eyes shone with dangerous desire.

When he put his hand on the small of her back, she swallowed nervously, letting him lead her inside. This was it. There was no turning back from the ravenous meal he was about to make of her.

He shut the door and dropped his keys on the hallway table, then commanded as he guided her down the hallway, “Everything off except for the panties. I plan to rip those from your body myself.”

He stopped, so she immediately followed his orders and stripped before him, trying to keep the grace of a trained submissive even though she was surprisingly nervous. His sheer maleness overwhelmed her, making it difficult to concentrate.

“Beautiful,” he complimented as he pushed her down to her knees so that her mouth was inches from his cock. She knew what he wanted without being asked and unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants. She eased his throbbing member out of his briefs and opened her mouth to take him.

He grabbed a handful of hair and guided her lips to his cock. “That’s it. Suck hard,” he snarled lustfully. Brie took the head of his shaft into her mouth and sucked with uninhibited passion, concentrating on the sensitive ridge while her hands worked the base. He groaned in satisfaction, throwing his head back. “Oh, God, those lips…”

She moaned as he forced his cock deeper down into her throat. She wanted to be used in this way, an object for his pleasure. He fucked her mouth without regard to her. Brie relaxed and let him have his way. She was turned on by this selfish need he could not control. She understood it, they both needed the connection and she was thrilled to have the ability to please him.

He finally pulled out, forcing her head back to look at her. “I need to eat you.” He helped her to her feet and then pushed her against the wall, ripping her lace thong off her body. With strong arms he grabbed her waist and lifted her up, then putting his hands under her buttocks, he lifted her higher. She squeaked when he commanded that she position her legs over his shoulders. She balanced herself precariously, afraid of being so high—until his tongue found her pussy and she went still. Brie pressed her back against the wall and she found support holding onto his head, all fear gone as he consumed her.

Even his mouth was rough—biting, probing, sucking—but she loved the carnal feel of it. “Yes!” she cried. “Devour me, Master!”

His growl tickled her clit. He returned to his passionate cunnilingus, licking the entire length of her before rimming her ass. She instinctively bucked, taken by surprise by his aggressive tongue.

Brie screamed as she began to tumble forward. With superhuman strength, he caught her and eased her to the floor. “You bad girl… Now your Master must teach you a lesson.” He pointed to the center of the living room. “Crawl over there to receive your punishment.”

She got on all fours and crawled across the hard marble floor like a cat in heat. She was frightened of her punishment, but desirous of it nonetheless. Once she made it to the middle of the room, he commanded gruffly, “Spread your legs wide, and put your left cheek to the floor so you can watch me.”

She laid her head against the cool stone, making soft mewing sounds as he approached. He spanked her hard on her right ass-cheek, the sound of it echoing in the room. He slapped her again on the left, and she whimpered. She was sure he had left a handprint that time. He rubbed his hands over both cheeks, bringing with it a warm caress to complement the tingling sensation he’d created.

He slapped her twice more with the same stinging force, and then he bent down and bit her fiery skin. Brie moaned in ecstasy, the erotic feel of it making her pussy ache.

“Shall we try this again?”

He spread her ass cheeks wide and licked her pussy, starting with her wet opening and traveling all the way up to her anus. Although she gasped when she felt his tongue touch the forbidden area, she did not move. With a hunger she hadn’t experienced before, he licked her length the same way several times, like a tiger. The wickedness of it had her mewing in pleasure. He bit her fleshy ass before giving her one more satisfying slap.

He pressed his cock against her pussy without entering as he straddled her thighs, whispering into her ear, “What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you deep enough to hurt?” he growled hoarsely.

She closed her eyes and voiced her deepest desire. “I want my body to resonate with your thrusts, Master.”

He turned her head towards him and kissed her hard, then he held her chin and looked deep into her eyes. It made her shudder, for his gaze reminded her of a ravenous creature’s—one that meant her harm.

Part of her yearned for escape. Despite her fear, or because of it, she willingly opened herself to him. “Take me, Master.”

He mounted her then, ramming in his cock while holding her waist painfully tight. “I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked.”

The onslaught began. Brie screamed as he took her violently, just the way she’d asked. Every thrust hit so deep that it sent a wave of painful electricity through her, but it was addictive and she cried out for more.

He was ferocious in his taking of her, fisting her hair and pulling her head back as his powerful hands left bruising caresses. He continually changed angles, seeking to dominate her pussy in ways it had never been conquered.

With each strong thrust, Master was laying his claim. She could feel it approaching, an orgasm like she had never experienced before, born of possession and pain. “Yes, Master, yes!” she cried through grateful tears.

His roar filled the room. “Come for your Master, blossom!”